Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

Soft light came in from the window, and the wooden mask on the table seemed to emit a blurry light.

Ye Kong, with his clothes draped over his face, sat at the table, staring at the mask. He pondered for a long time before he began to adjust the colors and then started to paint.

She was absentmindedly painting the expensive mask.

The Qin family said that everyone had to bring their own masks, so she wanted to draw one herself.

It just so happened that I recently did some research on this for "Stellaris" - the mask is not an ordinary mask, but a Nuo mask specially selected after careful inquiry from the craftsmen, but I don't want a finished product, just a semi-finished product without color.

She wants to color it herself.

Recently, the plot of "Stellar" has just reached a climax. The protagonist, Stellar, wore a mask and killed three monsters in and out. The mask she drew in the comics was such a mask - Nuo mask. In ancient times, people would wear this mask to dance and sing, which meant to worship gods, exorcise ghosts, and avoid plagues.

Isn't this just right for her, for that auction full of monsters?

The craftsman obviously knows the technique very well. The whole mask looks natural, with neat knifework and beautiful and smooth lines. Even before it is colored, it is enough to make people feel the spirit of the mask character.

Ye Kong stared at the mask intently and began to write.

Start with the whole face, lay the base color, draw the totem, dot the pupils, and smooth the teeth...

Little by little, the mask seemed to come to life, and even before it was finished, one could feel the mysterious and ferocious aura that was overwhelming.

Ye Kong painted from dawn till almost dusk, without even moving his back at the table.

Until there was a knock on the door downstairs, and then her cell phone rang.

At first she didn't hear anything - but the phone vibrated and fell off the table, hitting the smooth ground, and bounced onto her motionless calf with a thud, making her subconsciously jump a little before she suddenly raised her head.

It was blues time outside the window and the street lights were about to come on.

She saw her hungry pale face and her eyes gradually regaining their spirit through the floor-to-ceiling window.

She closed her eyes tightly, looked down at the mask, took a deep breath, put down her pen, bent down to pick up the phone on the ground - in an instant she heard the sound of her bones groaning, and the pain made the girl couldn't help but frown.

She didn't give a good look when she picked up the phone and answered it: "Who?"

It was the bodyguard standing nearby: "A guest has arrived and wants to see you."

Still a very unpleasant “Who?”

"It's me." Someone took the bodyguard's phone, and a male voice with a hint of decadence in silence said, "Yuan Ye, I want to talk to you about something."

"I have nothing to talk to you about."

Ye Kong was about to hang up the phone when the other end immediately spoke up: "It's related to my brother's grave!"

"..." Ye Kong stopped, a little speechless, "It's related to your brother's grave, not to my grave - whether you want to move his grave or dig it out and expose it to the sun, I have no right to interfere with you."

"..." Yuan Ye was obviously choked, "That's not what I meant. I...I heard that you were going to attend an auction. If you didn't come to see me, I would go with you. No matter what you were going to do, I would mess it up for you."

The tone of his voice in the second half of the sentence is just like a broken jar, expressing the meaning of "So what if I'm such a rotten person?"

Ye Kong: ...

Ye Kong was a little surprised: "Do you want me to push you into the toilet to drink water? Or do you want me to send you to reunite with your brother?"

Yuanye:......

"If you don't come down, I'll lie down at the door, and I'll tell everyone all your vests."

"..."

Ye Kong hung up the phone expressionlessly, stood up with her numb legs, looked around, and finally picked up a bunch of fake flowers in the vase - when Qu Wu was around, they were all real flowers, but after Qu Wu left, she was too lazy to take care of them. She felt upset looking at the dead flowers every day, so she simply replaced them with fake flowers.

The artificial flowers are also very realistic, and the thorns on the flower stems are sharper and more prickly than real roses - and they last longer.

She just walked downstairs holding a bouquet of "red roses".

But to Yuan Ye and Yuan Xiaoqi who were waiting outside the door, this turned into an extremely strange picture.

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"She's coming down."

"Ah."

"…Wait, am I seeing right? She's still holding flowers?"

"……Um?"

"Are you sure she's angry? Why is she holding the flowers if she's angry?" Yuan Xiaoqi was obviously a little skeptical, "Is Ye Kong such a polite and friendly person?"

“…I shouldn’t.”

"But she did hold flowers, and they were blooming beautifully... Oh my god, they were roses! They were red roses!" Yuan Xiaoqi covered her mouth as if she had discovered a new world, and almost pressed her face against the glass, frowning and swaying her eyes left and right to try to confirm, "She...she is not going to confess her love to you, is she? I heard that she broke up with her fiancé? Is it because she suddenly realized that she has feelings for you?"

Yuan Xiaoqi suddenly became nervous: "What should I do? Are you going to agree to her?"

"..." Yuanye's expression was very strange, constantly switching between "What? This is absolutely impossible" and "Can't it be true? Then should I agree to her?"

Until the girl who was walking down slowly but proudly in her clothes finally stepped on the ground, raised her head and stared at him lightly——

Yuanye unconsciously took half a step back.

With a growing bad premonition, he watched Ye Kong open the door, and then -

Amidst Yuan Xiaoqi's horrified expression and Yuan Ye's involuntary leaning back, the bouquet of flowers was lifted high and hit Yuan Ye's face hard.

After the mask was taken off unexpectedly, the next wave of his hand immediately hit Yuanye's nose, forcing him to groan.

"Wait……"

"What are you waiting for?"

"Don't hit me in the face. I still have to be interviewed tomorrow..."

"I hit you in the face."

“It hurts!”

"Now I will let you die in pain to keep your brother company."

"Stop it, stop it! If you want to fight, do it inside!" Yuan Xiaoqi burst into a scream, "It will be so embarrassing if someone takes a picture of us!"

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In the large open space in front of the coffee shop, the top genius chess player was beaten so badly that he could neither cover his face nor his head. He could only wailing and begging for mercy while running around. His cheap adopted sister, on the other hand, covered her face tightly, stared at the scene through her fingers, jumped and screamed like cheering.

Five minutes later, the chess player, with a face covered in blood spots like freckles, sat at the bar, looking dusty and dirty. His tall body was hunched over like a shrimp and his expression became more depressed.

Yuan Xiaoqi sat beside him with a look of heartache on his face. He took out his Burberry handkerchief and wiped the blood off his face. But somehow, after wiping for a long time, there was not a single spot of blood. The noble handkerchief was still so clean.

Yuan Ye was wiped by her for a long time, and then he pushed her hand away and said, "It doesn't hurt. Don't dirty your handkerchief. Isn't it very expensive?"

"How can a handkerchief be as valuable as my brother's face?" Yuan Xiaoqi was heartbroken, but he still took the handkerchief back reluctantly and put it into his right pocket smoothly, while gently shaking it in Yuanye's blind spot.

Ye Kong, who had just gone to the warehouse to get some new honey, took in everything: ...

Yuan Xiaoqi suddenly turned around and looked at her, giving her an awkward smile.

Ye Kong: ...