Callous president spoils me too much - Chapter 1215

Dang Zhen recently encountered a bottleneck period. Although her paintings are very popular in the circle and the price is very high, as long as she starts to write, there is nothing she can’t sell. As a creator, she knows that if she continues to do so, she is slowly consuming her enthusiasm for painting.

It’s been several days in a row. Dang Zhen is a little depressed. She doesn’t think about food and tea. Even if Yuanbao tries to make her happy, the actual problem hasn’t been solved. She still locks herself up in the workshop every night and thinks hard.

“Dang Dang” two, someone knocked on the door, Dang Zhen said: “it’s OK, come in.”

Yuanbao enters by pushing the door. He has just finished taking a bath. He is wearing a comfortable home suit and holding a glass of warm milk in his hand.

Dang Zhen took over and said in a warm voice, “thank you.”

Yuanbao looked at the empty drawing board in front of her and said in a soft voice, “no inspiration yet?”

Dang Zhen nodded. She was in a bad mood. She comforted him when she was lost. “Don’t worry about me. My creation will be like this. It will be fine after a while.”

Yuanbao removed the drawing board in front of her, pulled a chair and sat down in front of her. She said gently, “I don’t think it’s your problem.”

Dang Zhen looked up at him and Yuanbao said, “it’s hard to draw on a piece of white paper. Look at me. Do you feel better?”

Dang Zhen raised her lips and said, “you look much better than white paper.”

Yuanbao laughed, released her hand, immediately took off the cotton T on her body, revealing her muscular and well-defined body. Dang Zhen was stunned at first, then her eyes dodged slightly, and whispered: “don’t decompress for me here…”

Yuanbao looked at dangzhen with a pure and innocent expression. “What do you think? I don’t intend to sell my body and my art. I just lend you my body. It must be a different feeling when you draw on white paper or on me. Maybe the inspiration will come when you draw.”

Dang Zhen blushed even more, “Oh.”

Yuan Bao said with a smile: “you painted human bodies when you were in school. When other people stood in front of you naked, your face didn’t change and your heart didn’t jump. How can you get to me and take off your upper body?”

Dang Zhen said, “can others be like you?”

Yuanbao laughed more and more gently, “it’s different. Come on, you’re welcome. You can do whatever you want to do with me. I’ll cooperate well.”

Dang Zhen laughs with him. It has to be said that Yuanbao really stimulates Dang Zhen’s creative desire, because he doesn’t like anyone. He is her favorite.

When painting on Yuanbao, Dang Zhen chose the most mild and harmless plant pigment, which can be imported“ If you’re bored, you can see something else. ” Dang Zhen said.

Yuan Bao’s eyes fell on her face and said in a voice, “I swear this is the most interesting time I’ve felt for so many years.”

Dang Zhen looked at his smiling face and raised her lips.

With a small brush for painting, Dang Zhen stares at Yuanbao. He has a gunshot wound on his body, which will fade with time, but it will never disappear completely. Unlike Tong Hao, he simply tattoos a big flower back, covering everything.

Tong Hao is a once and for all type, but he doesn’t know that the tattoo is more frightening than the wound. Yuanbao looks at a 250 lesson, and naturally doesn’t want to cover it up. Let it go. The most important thing is that he didn’t expect to get married one day.

Dang Zhen has been staring at the bullet mark in his heart. Yuanbao is afraid that she will feel sad. She is about to comfort him when she dips the red pigment in her brush and points it directly at his heart.

The red of heart is cinnabar red.

Dang Zhen didn’t quite know what she wanted when she left this. She just felt that the scar was painful. No matter how many times she saw it, how many times she heard him explain it, and how many times she promised that it would never happen again, she still worried about why she couldn’t appear in his life earlier, so that she could protect him from such a difficult journey.

One stroke of red came down, followed by the second and third strokes. Dang Zhen kept writing on him while adjusting the color. Yuanbao watched her quietly. At this moment, she knew very well that she liked to watch him cook. When she was serious, she was very fascinating.

Dang Zhen is used to working alone and doesn’t like to talk when she paints. Yuanbao is very professional and acts as a good “drawing board” and never talks much.

Dang Zhen paints from his front to his back. Yuanbao can feel that her inspiration is coming back step by step, because the more she paints, the more smoothly she gets. She knows what she wants.

After more than an hour, Dang Zhen stopped writing and asked in a voice, “can I draw here?”

Yuanbao turned to dangzhen and said with a smile, “I can’t get it.”

Yuanbao tries her best to look calm. Quandang devotes herself to his wife and art. Dangzhen glances at him. In order to show her major, she says rationally: “you can sit down. I’ll draw the front first.”

“Good.” Yuanbao answered and sat down on the chair again.

Dang Zhen adjusted the paint, took a small brush, just painted twice, looked up at Yuanbao.

Yuanbao said in a low voice, “it’s OK. Draw yours.”

Dang Zhen hung down her head and continued to draw. In the middle of the painting, she couldn’t go on.

Yuanbao, after all, is a man of vision. He can clear up the obstacles by himself, “draw.”

His voice is still gentle, but after all, the scene in front of him is extraordinary. Dang Zhen gulped her saliva, drew a few times, and then muttered to herself, “you’re not helping me find inspiration, you’re testing my strength.”

Yuanbao said in a low voice, “husband and wife should have been happy and bitter together. For you, I can bear the pain.”

He was really miserable. Dang Zhen couldn’t see it any more.

Putting down the brush, she got up and went to the door to turn off the light. The studio fell into darkness. Yuanbao felt that someone was approaching him. He held out his hand for fear that she might fall.

Dang Zhen followed his hand and came to Yuanbao. Yuanbao asked in a low voice, “no painting?”

Dang Zhen said: “found inspiration, now just want to vent, decompression.”

That day, they went out from the studio. Yuanbao went to look in the mirror. The painting on his chest was blurred. Half of it was wet and rubbed off by sweat, and half of it was eaten by Dang Zhen. Halfway through, she bit him like a cat. He was also worried about her poisoning. Dang Zhen said, “plant pigment, you can eat it.”

He suspected that she had such a plan in the first place.