Boss on top: My wife is too hot

Jiang Xiyuan held the A4 paper and stared at the stick figure on it, her pupils widened.

With just a few strokes, it can be seen that Ye Shenghao's painting level still has a foundation.

The person in the painting is curled up, the quilt is tightly wrapped around her body, her hair is slightly disheveled, and a strand of it is still drooping on her face, her mouth is slightly open, and a few strokes are lightly drawn beside her, as if there are signs of dream saliva flowing out.

Although it was a stick figure, it was quite similar to Jiang Xiyuan's appearance, so I ignored it, but there were two words on the lower right corner of the picture: MISS Jiang.

This.
Isn't this deliberately provocative!

Not to mention that he stayed in the tent for no reason, but he still had the leisure and grace to draw her sleeping face?

Isn't this boring?
The point is, other people's paintings are all elegant and noble, leaving only the most beautiful moments, but he is good at other places, simply handles, captures the various details of her facial expressions, and then describes them. What a 'horror' portrait!

What does he draw it for?
Is it possible to keep this painting as a souvenir?

"Ye Chenghao!" Jiang Xiyuan grabbed the drawing paper tightly, furious, and directly placed it in front of Ye Chenghao, asking, "What does this mean?"

"Oh." Ye Shenghao responded, took it, and stroked his chin with one hand, "I went to an art exhibition before, and thought abstract paintings were very interesting, so I ticked them off."

random?

If it's so casual, you should ignore her facial expressions, right?

Also, he thinks abstract paintings are interesting, so why use her as a model?

Still so ugly.
"How could my appearance be as exaggerated as yours? You are simply distorted, nonsense!" Jiang Xiyuan gritted her teeth and defended.

"It looks a little wrong." Ye Shenghao's eyes lightly fell on the drawing, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and pursed his lips, "Because Miss Jiang's real appearance is a little more exaggerated than the painting."

"." Immediately, Jiang Xiyuan's eyes widened and she ground her teeth in hatred.

I thought he would say something, but I didn't expect
This dead man not only teased her, but also insisted on playing tricks to anger her. Jiang Xiyuan stomped her feet with her cheeks puffed up, "Don't think about it and just let it go."

"What's Miss Jiang's plan?" Ye Shenghao raised his chin lightly, with deep meaning in his eyes.

Gritting her teeth, Jiang Xiyuan pulled out a piece of A4 paper, took out a pen, and tapped lightly on it, "Pose the ugliest pose, and I'll draw it."

"." Ye Shenghao understood Jiang Xiyuan's intentions, and the next moment, he couldn't help laughing out loud. "really?"

"Do you think I'm joking? Be serious." Jiang Xiyuan looked serious and began to conceive in her mind.

Her ugly face is drawn, so I can't say that she is balanced in her heart.

"Well, it has to be like this?" Ye Shenghao said, "It was really a whim last night, and I solemnly apologize to you."

"It's late." Jiang Xiyuan raised her chin and snorted coldly, "Hurry up, do you want me to come in person?"

"Then what should I do?" Ye Shenghao curled his lips, seeing her serious face, he felt a little funny.

She didn't know, but the angry look now was quite cute.

Jiang Xiyuan studied for a long time, and finally came up with a trick to make Ye Shenghao lie half-lying, making a smirk expression.

Ready to start painting.

The tip of the pen touched his outline on the paper, and he was drawn according to his appearance, but Jiang Xiyuan felt more and more uncomfortable as he went forward.

Looking at Ye Shenghao who made a smirk expression at her request, Jiang Xiyuan was inexplicably dissatisfied. He obviously wanted him to put on an ugly pose, but even so, the way the man was lying on his side was full of beauty.

His facial features were already delicate, and even though his expression was deliberately distorted at this time, it didn't affect his appearance at all.

The soft hair is slightly messy, showing an uninhibited posture.

With long eyelashes, deep-set eyes, and a straight bridge of nose, he exudes an air of arrogance from the bottom of his body, completely covering up his deliberate ugly appearance to zero.

Although her painting skills are not superb, and some places are deliberately lightly drawn, even so, the man in the painting is not ugly at all, but he has broken free from his former arrogance and has a more cute taste.

Comparing her portrait again, I feel extremely entangled in my heart.

"Did you draw it?" Ye Shenghao took a look and asked.

"Don't move, start over!" Jiang Xiyuan silently rubbed away the drawing paper, spread out a new one, and drew without looking at him.

Ye Shenghao couldn't see the content on the paper, but could only see her drawing with great concentration, which made him take a few extra glances.

The head is slightly tilted, the long hair is all gathered to one side, and gently droops on the shoulders, the eyebrows are delicate, the corners of the eyes are raised, and there seems to be a taste of achieving the goal in the gentleness.

Ye Shenghao couldn't help wondering, would his appearance be strange in her writing?
Thinking about it, his eyes fell on the paper involuntarily, trying to see clearly.

"No peeking." Sensing his gaze, Jiang Xiyuan pulled the paper over.

After finishing a few strokes, Jiang Xiyuan covered it with her backhand and put it in front of him, "This is your self-portrait, besides."

As she said, she folded the manuscript of her sleeping posture and put it in her bag, "This painting is confiscated."

The words fell, got up, and walked out of the tent arrogantly.

Ye Shenghao sat up, straightened his clothes casually, picked up the drawing paper on the floor, and turned it over to have a look.

There is no portrait on it, it's just a cartoon character, more like the 'Old Man Ding' I played with when I was a child, with a few wrinkles missing.

In the lower right corner of the painting, there are three words: Mr. Ye.

The cute painting style, coupled with her neat and neat fonts, gives people an indescribable sense of harmony.

"." Immediately, Ye Shenghao raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose, the corners of his lips curved slightly.

He carefully folded the paintings and put them in his trouser pocket.

In the morning of Madai, the scenery is very pleasant.

The sun is just rising, meeting the sea water in the distance, the lingling waves are shining brightly.

The breeze blows slowly, mixed with the smell of sea water, as if you are in the most dreamy country.

The streets with more and more people have a sense of age.

Lu Mosheng sat outside the small restaurant, quietly looking at the open space beside him.

It was at that seat. He passed by here yesterday, and he suspected that he saw Jiang Xiyuan. Although the driver stopped in time, he didn't notice anything. Footprints have been left on this island.

Unwilling to give up, he turned back and wanted to ask the old lady who sold things, but when he went back to find someone, the old lady had already closed the stall in advance.

So Lu Mosheng stayed and continued to wait.

"Mr. Lu." Han Ye came over in a hurry and brought news, "I have inquired, but there are no records in all the hotels, and I can't find any information about Mr. Ye and Ms. Jiang."

Hearing this, Lu Mosheng lowered his eyebrows slightly, "Could it be true that you haven't been here?"

If people were here, they would at least leave a registration, and now they can't find anything, which made Lu Mosheng confused again.

At this time, Lu Mosheng saw an old lady pushing a cart not far away.

When she reached the booth, Lu Mosheng got up straight and walked over. "Hi grandma, I want to ask you a question."

"Sir, what can I do for you?" The old lady smiled kindly.

"Among the people who bought things here yesterday, is there a young man and a woman? The man is tall and handsome." After speaking, Lu Mosheng took out his mobile phone, flipped through Jiang Xiyuan's photo, and put it in front of the grandmother, "Women just Zhang In this way, the hair is long, the skin is white, and looks very quiet."

The old grandma has bad eyesight, so she put the reading glasses on the bridge of her nose, moved her eyes closer, and took a closer look.

The woman on the phone smiled very sweetly. Although her hair was relatively short, the old lady still recognized that she was the lady who bought a lot of things at her stall yesterday.

The gentleman by her side is caring and considerate, and the two are a perfect match together.

The old lady remembered that one was because they bought a lot of things, so she closed the stall early to end her busy life; Once upon a sweet time with my husband.

It's just that when she looked at the man in front of her, the old lady was slightly startled, really someone came to ask him?

"I'm sorry, it seems that I can't help you. I haven't seen her." The old woman thought of something and shook her head slightly.

"Grandma, please take a closer look." Lu Mosheng straightened his back slightly, with a slight smile, unwilling to give up. "She is my sister. She didn't say hello when she went out. The family members were very worried, so they asked me to look around. Grandma, please believe me, I'm not a bad person."

It's normal for a brother to look for a sister.

But when he said the word 'sister', he couldn't help but smile wryly. He really couldn't escape the shackles of this relationship.

"I'm really sorry." The grandma sighed, pushed the phone away, and started setting up a stall.

Whether the person in the photo is his sister or not, the old lady didn't go into the details, but she still remembered what the man who showed up after she closed the stall yesterday said to her.

No matter who came to inquire about the news about the couple, they all said they didn't know, didn't know.

Lu Mosheng was slightly disappointed, and his eyes were full of sadness.

It seems that everything is in vain.

At this time, a black man walked outside the restaurant and said to the owner of the restaurant in a language that was not fluent, "Hey, friend, is my order ready? Please hurry up, in a hurry!"

"YES, Mr. Made, everything you want is here." The boss took out the food box and handed it to Made.

"Oh, it's really delicious." Ma De opened a little gap, smelled the smell inside, almost drooling, "After they had a meal here yesterday, they never forget it, work hard, maybe they can enter the international market."

"Mr. Ma De is really joking." The boss smiled, and then said to Lu Mosheng, "Sir, your breakfast is ready."