Chapter 127： : Painter

An Le paused for a moment, looked at Jiang Fu's side face, and started to draw with a brush.

She hasn't drawn for a long time, and she is really rusty, but this time, she is more serious than ever before.

All of a sudden, there was only the slight sound of everyone painting in the hall.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a sudden cry from outside.

"Let me go, you let me go—"

Several gentlemen who were wandering around in the hall raised their heads and turned to look at the door:

"Who is making noise outside?"

Gradually, some students in the hall raised their heads together, their eyes full of bewilderment.

Before the gentlemen went out to look, a girl with disheveled hair ran in crying. She was wearing clothes different from those of the girls' school students. The pink figure rushed in and knelt down in front of a gentleman with a plop, crying loudly. road:

"Mr. Liu, Mr. Liu, I want to sue Huang Birui. I helped her get into the women's college test. After that, I helped her draw every painting in the women's college. She doesn't know how to draw at all. !"

The whole room was shocked.

The gentleman standing in front of her was also stunned, looking at her in shock, "This...how is this possible?"

"It's me from the beginning to the end. I can draw in front of everyone. The style of painting will never change. As long as I draw it, it will prove what I said!"

The maid knelt in front of her husband with a determined look on her face.

The students of the women's college held their pens and looked at her with wide eyes, but they didn't react for a long time.

When Huang Birui appeared in front of everyone, she didn't even have to cover up, she ran straight up, raised her hand and slapped the maid with such force that she knocked her over.

"Sir, you can't believe what this **** says!" She was full of anger, as if she was going to kill someone, "She stole my jewelry and I was caught, that's why I made up such a joke, sir. Don't believe it."

Mr. Liu was already dazed. He looked at the maid in front of him. There were still tears on her face. There was already an obvious palm print on her fair cheek, which looked shocking.

She got up quickly and said, "Sir, I don't! As long as I draw a picture in public, as long as I draw a picture in public, it will prove that what I said is true or false."

Huang Birui stared at her fiercely, never expecting that she would dare to speak back, raised her hand and wanted to hit her, "What do you think this is, a **** like you in Yandu Women's Court can—"

Mr. Liu blocked her. He stared at Huang Birui and said, "Miss Huang, since what she said is false, why don't you ask her to draw one."

"The women's school's assessment of everyone is a comprehensive assessment. It's not just a simple test of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but also other professional skills. Compared with these, what the women's school students need is character." Mr. Liu looked coldly and turned around. She said, "Let's draw."

Huang Birui's expression changed, "Sir!"

She worshiped under Mr. Liu in the women's courtyard. When Mr. Liu used to call her Birui, he would never call her Miss Huang...

Huang Birui swayed, a little flustered.

The other gentlemen also frowned slightly, showing disapproval.

Huang Birui's appearance just now didn't look half like a lady of the big family. The appearance of wanting to beat and kill was even scarier than the shrew in the vegetable market.

Huang Birui saw that Mr. Liu seemed to really want to paint his maid, so she immediately lowered her head and wanted to talk to the maid, but before she could reach her, she was stabbed back by Mr. Liu's cold gaze.