Mad Master's Favorite Male Face

Hei Xuanlie and Feng Wuyang just kept entangled with each other to see or not to look at this topic, no one backed down a step, Pan Diling, Jing Lan and others also shook their heads, looking at this for a while, looking at that for a while, Finally dizzy.

"Don't read it after talking, do you not understand people's words or have a problem with your ears!" Don't blame Feng Wuyang for always speaking so aggressively, especially when he comes to Hei Xuanlie. , itself is very particular about self-cultivation.

But ever since he knew why he appeared here, Feng Wuyang's resentment towards Hei Xuanlie was quite deep in his heart. Anyway, he doesn't like Hei Xuanlie now, very disliked.

With Feng Wuyang's roar, the whole cabin fell into silence again, even the sound of breathing stopped in surprise, he held his breath, and put on an expression that was clearly frightened.

The loud roar towards Feng Wuyang in my heart is like a drumbeat, sir, can you calm down a little bit, they have been frightened countless times these days, if they come a few more times, their nerves will not be able to bear it of.

Some people are not good at learning, and they always have to challenge the bottom line of the teacher's patience.No matter how special the teacher is to him, when this patience is exhausted, he is not worried that the teacher will suddenly become ruthless.

"Hey, hey, what are you going to do?" Just when other people, especially the boy Pan Diling, had their hearts in their throats, they just watched Hei Xuanlie without saying a word, and pulled Feng Wuyang's hand was about to open the painting box.

"Wuyang, just take a look, just a look." I have never seen such a black Xuanlie, as if asking for credit and a little bit of a request, such a talkative man is definitely the only one I have ever seen in my life.

Everyone's eyes were staring like copper bells, and it was hard to believe that this soft-spoken man in front of him was an arrogant and unruly, absolutely powerful mad teacher.

"What the hell is it, I have to take a look." Seeing the man seemed to compromise, Feng Wuyang glanced at the annihilated curiosity in his heart, which was aroused by the man's active posture.

"You'll know it when you see it." The two men, who had completely forgotten that there were other people around them, just stood waiting with their hands in their hands, and the other hurriedly opened the painting box to show each other.

It is reasonable to say that Jing Lan and others are not unfamiliar with this painting, because they have often seen the teacher look at this painting carefully in recent years.

only……

Is this really agreeing to be flashy?

"What's going on with Hei Xuanlie?" At first, I was quite curious about what kind of shocking painting was in such a tightly guarded painting box, but I didn't expect the contrast to be so great.

Who can tell him that the man in the painting who is sitting cross-legged, with his hands resting on his cheeks and showing a dissatisfied expression is not himself.

"Wuyang, what do you think of my painting? Is it vivid or not?" Hei Xuanlie didn't care about Feng Wuyang's surprised expression at all, but kept bringing the painting in front of Feng Wuyang to let the other party take a closer look.

"Vividness has a fart. Who asked you to draw, you perverted psychopath, who asked you to draw my portrait, did you get my consent?" Feng Wuyang was speechless. What kind of existence is this man? How can he draw him on his own initiative, but still draw that embarrassment, has he ever pouted, has he complained, what kind of ugly expression is that.

"Why are you angry, Wuyang? I drew this myself." Hei Xuanlie was not in the mood to examine his proud work, which was obviously very beautiful.This painting was meant to be given to Wuyang.

But depending on the situation, Wuyang doesn't like it very much.

"That's not the point, okay?" Feng Wuyang was a little unclear, and angrily snatched the portrait from Hei Xuanlie's hand, put it under his arm, then turned around and took Pan Diling's hand, and walked to the room he belonged to , the action is smooth without dragging Karma.

Only Hei Xuanlie was left with a fast-moving back.

"Wuyang, do you like it or hate it!" Hei Xuanlie, who stayed where he was, was still studying this question, not caring at all about the eyes of his student who was frightened by some facts.