Han Yulong's little assistant

Here, Kwon Ji-yong came to the door of An Ran's room rubbing his palms to see off Kim Jin-er, Xiao Neng organized his words, took a deep breath and raised his hand to knock on the door.

There was silence in response to him, a certain scumbag frowned, looked at the half-closed door, raised his eyebrows, and simply pushed it away.

The room is very quiet, only the sound of the pen point falling on the drawing board can be heard. On the edge of the window sill, the sunlight slanted on her side and cast a shadow. Brushing the broken hair that blows her ears;

Her wrist was floating back and forth on the drawing board, as if she had entered a good state, and there was a faint upward hook on the corner of her mouth. At that moment, Quan Zhilong couldn't help but lose his mind: the ordinary passer-by, little assistant A, exudes the breath of a goddess of literature and art?

Blinking suddenly, he shook off the inexplicable throbbing just now, walked two steps and looked at the dirty black-rimmed glasses still hanging on the tip of his nose, the corners of Quan Zhilong's mouth twitched, as expected, what looked so far away Flower, look at it up close...

"What's up?"

An Ran had already put down the paintbrush in her hand, raised her head, quietly looked at the person who pushed the door in without the master's consent, and asked casually.

She heard the knock on the door, and the first time he knocked on the door, she didn't want to pay attention to it if she didn't say anything, but his eyes were too focused;

And she doesn't have that much concentration yet.

"Cough, then Han Yunna Xi, just now..."

Such calm and unwavering eyes... Maybe he didn't hear the conversation he had with Jin Jiner just now, maybe he didn't even know that Jin Jiner was visiting.

He found that the scene was quite optimistic, not to mention that he really had to thank their little assistant for such a slow reflex arc to everything outside when he devoted himself to one thing seriously!

Therefore, if anyone says that their little assistant is stupid in the future, he will never spare him!

"It's nothing, you... do me a favor!"

Quan Zhilong straightened his face, propped his chin with his hands, frowned slightly, and looked up and down at An Ran who was sitting in front of the drawing board;

If the little assistant can draw, it means that there are still some literary and artistic talents, and maybe they can collide with different sparks.

"help?"

An Ran blinked, her expression was a bit confused; did they know each other well?

Seeing that silly and pale face, Quan Zhilong was in a hurry and directly pulled An Ran up forcefully, forcibly pulled her to his room, pushed her down on the chair, and put on earphones for her by the way.

earphone?

An Ran blinked, watching Quan Zhilong fiddle with the computer, an extremely rhythmic accompaniment music sounded, the earphones were too big for An Ran, she raised her hands to fix both ears, and listened carefully The beat inside.

After the song was over, Quan Zhilong naturally turned the chair to face him, bent down, put his hands on the handles on both sides of the chair, and fixed An Ran between him and the chair, his charming eyes were full of pleas. The word of praise, staring straight at An Ran, feeling nervous

Zhang De was like a deer bumping wildly, and asked:

"How about it?"

"kindness……"

An Ran's body leaned back, but someone was too close to her, and at such a distance, she could still clearly feel his aura coming towards her face, she swallowed her saliva, and looked at the face that simply talked about the work and asked for praise , secretly said that after thinking too much, he organized his language and said in a daze:

"pretty good."

Although she couldn't understand a single note, well, she didn't seem to tell him that she was a music idiot...