It was a peculiar place, the whole room was covered with a white background, and except for the gorgeous large princess bed, there was no piece of furniture in the room.

That's because the ceiling, four walls, and even the floor are full of portraits of a person.

It seems to be a picture of ink and wash beauty, and it seems to be a Renaissance portrait, with some traces of inscribed inscribed characters, and even a modern 3D three-dimensional feeling. The painter uses a lot of brushwork, but his skills are very high, and he depicts the expressions of the beauties in the painting to the fullest.

It is a faint red, but with a hint of golden shawl, fair and jade-like skin, and a strong and tall body. It is undeniable that in the portrait, there is a rare beauty.

The delicate face, the faint red makeup, the corners of his mouth have a stubborn smile and a boyish spirit, but with that expression and movement, the slender bones and the warm atmosphere of cherishing the weak. The contrast between the two highlights the beauty's tenderness hidden in her heart, which makes people even more intoxicated.

Whether sitting, standing, smiling, sighing alone, or savoring the fragrance of books, or running and jumping, the same character has thousands of movements, thousands of expressions, and thousands of expressions, but what remains unchanged is the heroic spirit and toughness reflected from the bones, as if...

"…..It's like a banished Valkyrie."

This is the first feeling when Melanda wakes up and sees these portraits.

Originally, if there were all patterns of one person in such a room, it would definitely seem extreme and terrifying. However, under the excellent skills of the painter, these paintings seemed to have abundant vitality, not cold patterns, but living people were breathing, talking, and exercising.

Although I am just alone, I don’t feel a trace of loneliness here. Just looking at this makes me feel that they are ready to come back to life at any time, as if they are watching you, communicating with you, and comforting you.

Seeing these portraits, Miranda was completely obsessed, not only because of the artist's excellent painting skills, but also because the protagonists in the painting were all hers!

"I actually have such an expression, who is the portrait?"

Undoubtedly, the painter had such a deep understanding of models, or had a deep affection, and without her knowledge, she discovered that even Miranda did not know the moving connotation.

Immediately, her fair skin suddenly turned red, and most of her brain used for fighting and killing suddenly became overloaded. Thinking that a secret admirer was so affectionate to her, the daughter's appearance hidden in her heart suddenly appeared.

"Why am I here? Aren't I going on a mission? Who will it be? Could it be my suitor, what should he do when he comes in? Do you want to refuse?"

Just as she was thinking about it, a low and gentle male voice came out of the door. "Are you awake? There is a cup of hot cocoa at the head of the bed. You have just been relieved of petrochemicals. Your body is very weak. If you drink it, you will feel more comfortable."

"Yes, yes. That, who are you? Do you know me?"

If the members of the special forces team see this timid little woman, they will definitely not believe that this is their famous Tiger deputy team.

"Haha, don't worry, I'm not your enemy, I'm just an ordinary painter. Wait until you recover a little, change your clothes, and I'll meet you again." The voice was filled with gentle care, which made people feel very relieved.

Miranda then realized that she was in a state of nowhere and was immediately in a hurry. "Can it be..."

It was like a little girl who suffered misfortune, the deputy squadron leader of the special forces team, lifted up the quilt in panic and quickly checked her body. She found that she had no other discomfort except for some loss of strength. Then she sighed and relaxed.

It was as if I saw the view in the room, the sound rang again, but there was a little smile in it.

"Don't worry, I didn't help you take it off. The petrochemicals of ** can be removed, so there is no way for the clothes. Now the clothes have become shattered stones. I want my friend to buy a set for you and put it next to the bed. Let's try it later."

Miranda's pretty face turned red immediately, and she was so embarrassed that she couldn't hold her hands on her chest, she was alone, her huge weapon trembled, and she was very lucky. Someone feasted her eyes in front of the water mirror...

After a long time, Miranda wrapped in a sheet and sipped in a hot cocoa, she finally calmed down.

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After everything is settled and my physical strength has recovered, it is already afternoon.

Miranda wore a white evening dress and walked out of the door, she looked like a hall that looked like a music box concert hall. Like her own room, there were white ceilings and walls, but there was no portrait. In the middle of the hall, a man was painting with full concentration.

As if he had not noticed Miranda's arrival, the man still devoted all his attention to the painting work in front of him. The monograph's expression made people unable to bear to disturb him.

Miranda walked over carefully, thinking about her toes.

Standing behind the man, what he saw was a picture of a smiling beauty. The blonde beauty was behind the summer sunshine, the beach was the soles of her feet, and the warm summer sea view could not cover up the beautiful woman's bright smile.

The smile was filled with cheerfulness and joy from the bottom of the heart. Happiness was contagious. Just seeing this painting made people feel cheerful and warm inside.

If it weren't for the beauty in the painting's evening dress and high heels that were as white as hers, and her facial features were also hers, Melanda wouldn't believe that the beauty in the painting would be herself.

"Can I laugh so beautifully, too?" In an instant, my daughter, who had been sleeping for many years, woke up again, and the originally strong and decisive female captain became obsessed with it again.

One person slowly outlines, and the other person is obsessed with it, not only looking at the painting, but also looking at people. He looks at the painter who constantly discovers his potential based on his imagination. It is not until the sunset sets and a woman who has just recovered from a serious illness screams in her stomach, and the painter wakes up.

Looking at the beautiful woman with a shy face behind her back, Yao Xian suddenly realized that she quickly got up, apologized, and called the hotel to send dinner.

Looking at the young man who was on the phone, Miranda looked at him carefully. Her pretty ordinary figure and no elemental fluctuations were all over her body. She should be just an ordinary person.

The man is about twenty-one and two years old, slightly younger than himself, with a high nose bridge and thin eyes. He is not handsome, but can only be considered quite handsome, not tall, tall and upright. He can only say that he has a steady pace and a strong character.

When we first met, what impressed us most was the thin slit eyes. The squinted eyes had a hint of laziness, as if they were rolling on their sleeping cats, making people unable to see the emotions in it.

In Miranda's eyes, the fabric of the casual suit was just a bargain, but looking at this ordinary person, she remembered the slightly open eyes and her spirits when she was painting just now, and looked at the masterpieces of ingenious work in front of her. Compared with each other, the difference between the two is often obvious. She couldn't help but recite a poem in a low voice.

"The life is covered with a large cloth, and you will be full of poetry and writing." This is Su Shi's famous quote, which means that although the person in front of you is ordinary, his talent makes him have an unconcealable spirit.

Although it was a compliment, it was undoubtedly extremely abrupt, frivolous and rude to say such words when we first met.

How could it be that close distance could be as close as Yao Xian's sensitive perception?

Upon hearing this, Yao Xian frowned slightly, but Miranda was so nervous that she didn't know what to say.

"Miranda, why are you so stupid? You messed up more things today than you did in the past year." She couldn't help but blame herself.

But the subsequent development made Miranda feel at ease.

Yao Xian smiled slightly, without any dissatisfaction at all, but responded to the other party’s reputation in an extremely generous manner. “Liao Zan, Miss Murphy. Dinner time is up. I don’t know if I have the honor to invite the lady to have dinner together.”
Chapter completed!