In the side room, Tangyuan stood in the middle of the room, with one hand on his waist and two fingers of the other hand stretched out to make a two-character sign, he wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Miss, are you okay? Stop painting, okay? My hands are sore."

Right in front of her, a woman dressed in red stood in front of her desk, splashing ink and painting with great joy, ignoring her.

On the desk in front of the woman, on the ground at her feet, and on the floor of the room, there were portraits like ghost drawings scattered everywhere, making it a mess.

"Miss, let's stop making trouble, okay? It's already very late at night. Can I let my slave help the lady to sleep?"

Tangyuan felt like he was going crazy.

I'm going to be driven crazy by this drunken and crazy master.

When I came back from the wedding banquet, I was fine, although I was walking a little unsteadily, but I was still sober. But after a while, probably because the stamina of the wine was getting stronger, I started to get drunk and go crazy.

I had to give her a portrait, and she was asked to stand in the middle of the room, unable to move at all.

It has been at least two hours since I finished painting one painting and another, and there is no sign of stopping.

Her hand on her hip was okay, but Bi Er's hand was really sore from having to keep it raised.

"Miss......"

As soon as she put her hand down, the other party was immediately dissatisfied. He tilted his head and raised his two fingers as a guide, while scolding her: "Yeah, Biye!"

Tang Yuan really wanted to kneel down for her.

Bu Fengli opened the door of the wing, and what he saw was this scene: the maid was crying, the master was laughing, the maid was pointing two fingers up in the middle of the room, and the master was standing by the desk with his robe sleeves rolled up.

With a splash of ink, the room seemed to have just experienced a catastrophe. There were portraits on the table, chairs, stools, coffee table, floor, and even the couch.

Is it a portrait?

Bu Fengli bent down and picked up the one at his feet.

Although the eyes don't look like eyes, the nose doesn't look like a nose, and the mouth doesn't look like a mouth, I vaguely feel that it should be a person, because the human head painted looks very much like the riddle of the "human head": a gourd with seven eyes, and it sounds like

Come and shout.

He counted and found that there were indeed seven holes.

No wonder he is not interested in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. A three-year-old child's ghost painting skills are probably better than this. Bu Fengli curled his lips in disdain and threw the painting back to the ground.

Tang Yuan saw him first, her red eyes lit up: "Your Majesty."

When the painter heard this, he also raised his head and looked towards him, his eyes reflecting the candlelight, blurred, as if he suddenly recognized him, and excitedly pointed at him with the brush in his hand: "Bu Fengli!"

Bu Fengli: "..."

Before he could realize what was going on, the woman had already jumped over from the desk, grabbed his wrist with a smile, and pulled him towards the desk without saying a word.

Seeing this, Tangyuan quickly explained: "Miss, she drank too much."

Finally, I resigned immediately.

She quickly walked out of the room and closed the door, and then she felt like she was alive.

In the room, Bu Fengli didn't know what the woman wanted. His handsome eyebrows were slightly raised, and he was about to shake off her hand, but she had already let go of him one step before him, and then she pressed him down on the chair next to the desk with both hands.

Then, he lifted his chin.

Yes, that's right, she actually lifted his chin with one hand.

Bu Fengli was shocked.

So much so that I forgot to react.

What surprised him even more was that she lifted his chin, then suddenly leaned forward and approached him, face to face with him. Then she released his chin and slapped him twice with her palm.

Face: "It's beautiful. It's so beautiful. I'll draw you!"
Chapter completed!