I was framed and walked into the wrong room, and I gave birth to a litter for the CEO.

"Do you need to stay in one position?"

"No need, just stand there. If you want me to draw a fixed posture, then you must maintain the posture."

"Okay, then you can do whatever you want, as long as the face is painted similarly."

Under a big tree, a pink figure sat. There is a girl opposite, holding a ball in her hand, making different movements from time to time.

There were a lot of people around, and everyone was paying attention to the girl who was painting.

There was a young man and woman next to him, holding filming equipment to record the scene.

The daughter in the pink down jacket is named Mido, and she is a painting blogger. The young man and woman were considered to be in the same small team as her. Every time she paints, they record it and post it to their personal video accounts.

Mido's video account has tens of millions of fans and is very popular among the public.

"Hello, the painting is finished. Check if you are satisfied with it."

Mido stood up from the small chair and handed the painting in his hand to the girl opposite.

"Wow, your speed is so fast, don't you look so much like me? It's exactly what you said on the Internet. Thank you... It's not in vain that I bought a plane ticket and flew from another country to Hama City to ask you to paint in person."

The girl excitedly praised Mido's painting skills.

"As long as you like it." Mido never charges money for painting, and only paints for those who are destined to do so.

Her source of income depends solely on tips and reposts from fans of her video account.

"Mido, you can finish your morning work today. We have an appointment tonight, so you should go home early."

"Okay." Mido answered casually as he packed up his painting tools.

Because this is a senior citizen park and no one knows Mido, a big internet celebrity, she can calm down and tidy up slowly.

"Why don't you leave? I can just take a taxi home later, don't worry about me."

Mido vaguely felt a shadow beside her. She thought it was her companion and asked casually.

But that shadow never disappeared. This made her instinctively look up at the shadow.

There was a vast expanse of white all around, and white snowflakes were floating in the sky. The person standing above him could not be clearly seen for a moment.

Mido put the last drawing book in his backpack, stood up and looked at the visitor.

She was stunned for a moment, then asked calmly: "Sir, are you okay?"

Shi Qingmo looked at the girl opposite. The girl's face and nose were red from sitting in the snowy wind for a long time. The round face is very cute, and the curly black hair is casually spread over the shoulders, making her look quite ladylike.

"You don't know me?" Shi Qingmo asked her directly.

"I...should know you?" Mido shook his head and hugged the white backpack in his arms.

"Since you don't know me, then you can make a painting for me."

"Sorry, I've finished my work today and won't take any more orders."

Hearing this, Shi Qingmo took a step closer to her. His tall body and black shadow enveloped the petite Mido.

Mido raised his head timidly, staring at Shi Qingmo, who had a strong aura, and subconsciously increased his strength while holding his backpack.

"Then I insist on you taking an order?" His tone was rather aggressive and harsh.

Mido pouted her lips, looking very embarrassed.

"Then...then I will draw another one for you."

The small chair had been taken away by his companions. Mido took out the drawing board and pen from his backpack and stood there looking at it. Shi Qingmo said: "Are you going to be so close to me and let me draw you?"

"Well, let's draw it like this."

Shi Qingmo unbuttoned the black coat on his body and deliberately opened the hem.

The cold wind blew gently, causing the hem of his clothes to fly randomly. It was cold, but he had no intention of buttoning it up.

Mido squeezed the brush in his hand, raised his eyes and glanced at Shi Qingmo, then quickly drew the outline of the man's face on the white paper of the drawing board.

"How can you draw my charm without even looking at me?" Shi Qingmo looked down at the girl who was much shorter than him.

"I...I've seen it and know how to draw." She didn't dare to raise her head, and the tip of the sketch pen rustled on the white paper. Every stroke, every stroke is very smooth.

Compared to the nervousness on her face, her painting skills are quite stable.

Shi Qingmo was not talking to her. He used the hem of his long coat to block most of the cold wind for the girl in front of him.

In the white snow, snowflakes were falling and scattered on their heads. Under the big tree, they were the only two together, and the scene looked particularly intimate from a distance.

She only glanced at Shi Qingmo a few times and already drew a rough outline of his face.

But every time she painted his lips, she felt like she didn't look like him enough.

After wiping it over and over again, there was no result that she was completely satisfied with.

Maybe it's because she hasn't seen him in person, so when she sees news about him in the business world, she always feels that the picture doesn't look like him.

This time, she didn't want to finish painting and then erase and paint again.

Mido nervously pinched the pen in his hand again and again, slowly raising his head and looking at the man's pursed lips.

His lips are a bit thick and long and slanted. When he presses them together, their curves are as gentle as jade and sexy.

Even in the dead of winter, there was not a trace of dry skin on his lips. It is conceivable that he must take good care of his appearance on weekdays.

Shi Qingmo opened and closed his lips slightly, feeling a little thirsty and choking on the saliva in his throat uncomfortably.

A breath unique to men emanated from his mouth and just landed on Mido's forehead.

Her eyes were still on his lips. The way the man's lips opened and closed, combined with the sight of his Adam's apple rolling, was really sexy.

He clearly didn't do anything, but he made the girl's fair face blush with shyness.

Mido didn't dare to look at him anymore, and the tip of the pen quickly traced the outline of his lips.

After a while, she finally finished the sketch of him.

"Okay, do you think it's okay?" Mido turned the drawing board over and let Shi Qingmo look at the painting on it.

However, he didn't even look at her, and stared at her for a long time.

The drawing board was on Mido's chest, and she looked very nervous. It was obviously a snowy winter, but her palms were sweating.

When I was painting that girl just now, she was so cold that her fingers felt numb. But at this moment she ignored everything.

"First...Sir, do you think there is anything that is not satisfactory enough? You can point it out directly and I will modify it now."