The only pet cute wife, Mo Shao's apex treasure

Demi froze, and was about to stretch out her hand to help him prepare vegetables, but when she heard this sentence, her movements froze suddenly, and she didn't react for a long time.

"The butler said that the more privileges I give you now, the more trouble you will face here after I leave. What do you think about this?"

After finishing speaking, Mo Chengan stared at her for a moment.

For a long time, there was no other emotion in the eyes, all the attention was focused on her, quietly waiting for her answer.

Demi hesitated.

Thinking about the words, "Indeed it will."

She explained in a low voice, and then looked at Mo Chengan's face, fearing that he would be angry.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a hint of teasing in his black eyes, "There are only more than 20 servants in the castle, and there are workplace bullies."

Mo Chengan looked at her coldly, "So, you don't want to continue serving me here, do you?"

She didn't say that.

Demi thought to herself that she didn't like it if she didn't say it.

But it seems that this Young Master Mo is an arbitrary person. In fact, no matter what his opinion is, it should have no effect on him.

Mo Chengan raised his eyes slightly, his black eyes became more cold, and his voice sank, "Would you like to eat this meal before we talk."

"Yes……"

Demi obediently sat across from him.

The two are like ordinary friends.

Mo Chengan rejected her intention to help him with food, and said casually, "Yesterday, why did you fight with others?"

"It wasn't a fight." Demi corrected in a low voice, "I hit someone."

Unilaterally, Julian didn't fight back, but used this incident to manipulate her and let her close the small black room.

Mo Chengan said "Yes", "Tell me. I'll give you a review."

He didn't think that Demi was a character who would take the initiative to cause trouble. You must know that even if Julian bullied her today, she still accepted it.

No temper at all.

"Because Julian opened my locker and ruined the paint I put in it."

"pigment?"

Mo Chengan was taken aback, and looked up at her, feeling a little unreal now.

"Can you draw?"

"Well! I have always learned to draw. I started to learn when I was a child in a nearby school. Later, when I was admitted to university, Mrs. Glens did not allow me to enter a school that was too far away from here, so I applied to the city. Art school in the district. I studied oil painting."

When mentioning her hobbies, Demi raised her voice a lot.

"I can paint some others, but I'm not as good at oil painting."

Learn to draw.

Mo Cheng'an immediately raised his eyebrows, smiled a little more than usual, and said suddenly, "Draw a picture for me to see."

"I'll draw after eating, and I'll ask someone to prepare it."

He opened his mouth, and of course someone would do it right away.

In less than an hour, all the tools needed for painting were delivered.

"Are these enough?"

Two boxes of paint have been placed on the ground.

The easel and paper next to it are placed next to it. Even if Demi doesn't know much about goods, you can tell by touching them that even these papers are the top-notch ones on the market.

Her eyes were bright, and she looked at everything in front of her in disbelief.

"So many paints, can I use them as I please?"

"Of course. The premise is that you really know how to draw."

"I will!" Demi assured loudly, she looked directly at the man, Mo Chengan's appearance was reflected in her amber eyes, "But, what do you need me to draw?"

Mo Chengan looked around.

Although the room is large, there are many decorations.

But he didn't mean to ask Demi to draw these.

Instead, he directly moved over to a chair, pulled up his clothes and sat there, "Draw me."

Demi froze.

She had just set up the easel when she saw Mo Chengan sitting in the afternoon sun, her whole body froze.

What should I say about everything in front of me...

There seemed to be a layer of golden light on his handsome face, making his whole person look even more noble.

Demi swears that she has met countless nobles since she was a child, but she has never seen a person with the temperament of Young Master Mo at this moment.

"Tell me how long it will take to paint?"

"More than two hours..." Demi responded weakly, "You can choose a more comfortable position."

"Okay." Mo Chengan followed the good advice, simply took a book over, and directly lay back on the chair, with the strength of his upper body falling behind him, so most of his body weight leaned on it.

This allows him to read from a more suitable angle.

Immediately reminded in a low voice, "I have set it up, let's start painting."

"Ok."

Demi watched him silently for a while. From a very close distance, her eyesight was excellent, and she could almost see the man's thick eyelashes clearly.

He was reading a book with his head down, looking extremely focused.

Everything in front of her made Demi feel a little unreal.

Even those professional models are not one-tenth as handsome as him.

"Draw quickly, don't look stupid."

Mo Chengan reminded in a low voice.

This made Demi wake up immediately.

She shook her head to concentrate, her cheeks flushed slightly, which made her a little shy.

But still quickly reacted.

Focus on composition.

The ratio of Mo Chengan's facial features is so good, it is actually close to the golden ratio on paper, which makes it easier for her to deal with.

It's just that the form of oil painting is used to draw portraits, and it needs to be concentrated on a small piece of paper.

As time passed by, Mo Chengan always maintained his original posture.

After an hour, Demi reminded in a low voice.

"Master Mo, if you are tired, you can move a little bit. But the arc should not be too big."

"I'm not tired." He replied directly, except for raising his eyes to look at her, his body didn't change in any way.

This surprised Demi, "Even for professional models, it is difficult to maintain the same posture for a long time."

"uh-huh."

"Master Mo, you are really amazing." This compliment was sincere, and Demi said that a person with stamina like him is naturally suitable to be a model.

Mo Chengan was obviously very useful, and a smile appeared on his face, "That's not true. I have practiced before."

Demi, "..."

"Have you ever wanted to be a model?"

"No! This is kung fu. Have you heard of kung fu? I practiced it since I was a child, and my concentration is naturally different from that of ordinary people."

"Oh." She seemed to understand, but also didn't seem to understand.

Mo Chengan didn't pay attention to this either, he thought of something else, took the initiative to look at Demi, as if he was talking about something very common, coughed twice.

"Then what, since I've done so well, why don't you draw a few more for me?"