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Fei Chen looked at her with a smile on her face, and indulgence was the tolerance and spoiling that he had never noticed. She got up and put down her brush, stroked her sleeves, and walked down to the window.

Outside the wide-open flower window is a white magnolia, exuding a fragrant fragrance.

Su Kui didn't let him wait too long. She picked up the brush and painted it several times, but there were only a few strokes. Next to Gu Pansheng's woman, there was a man with a clear face and a cloud-like temperament.

Not waiting for her to speak, Fei Chen took a step earlier, and at a glance saw the figure standing on the shoulders, the white magnolia probe coming out of the window came in, which happened to fall on the woman's black ink hair.

Just a moment, his heart jumped.

Amazed in the eyes of the stars, he didn't know that he was always lazy and lazy, and the woman who didn't want to do anything had a good hand.

The two figures in the painting are compared with each other, and it is impossible to tell who is better.

Su Kui carefully pulled away the paperweight and smiled and asked, "How is it? Isn't it good to draw?"

Fei Chen clenched his fists against his lips, unable to hide his enlarged lips, but the laughter that was constantly overflowing in his throat, or it might explain that he was in a good mood at the moment.

His eyebrows were soft, "Yes, Qingyue's painters are first-rate, but they compare me."

Su Kuaibai painted the thick black ink on the woman's cheek and changed it into a strand of hair that fell when the man's head dropped.

You can't see the slightest abruptness.

The two looked at each other and couldn't help pursing their lips.

A hurried sprinting footsteps sounded from far and near to break a room.

"Master, Master, six or six young masters, he's here!" He hurried in and rushed in. He saw the two people looking back at him together, scratching his head in embarrassment.

The non-dusty and brow-browed eyebrow suddenly rose, "You said ... non-ink?"

He squatted on the ground and swallowed. "Yes, yeah, I'm waiting in the lobby now, Master, please go!"

Su Kui squinted beside her as if she didn't care much about the painting, her eyes drooping, and the conversation between her and Fei Chen had already been heard by her.

Non-ink?

Not dust?

Could it be-

Feichen is also a member of the royal family? But why did he only bring a personal follower, traveled thousands of miles from Beijing to Qingcheng to settle down, eat fastings and pray for Buddha every day, serve the flowers and plants, and have a temperament that is indifferent. Vanity Fair came out.

After hearing this, Fei Chen frowned, and looked at Su Kui's eyes as if with hesitation and reluctance.

Her glazed eyes met his dark eyes, and she smiled brightly, "Since there is a visitor coming, I will go back first, and we will meet again tomorrow."

She said that she got up from the sandalwood chair and stroked the sleeve that did not exist on the sleeve.

Walking to Feichen's side, his wrist was suddenly held by a large, cold and delicate hand, Su Kui smiled dumbly, and looked at him with a sideways smile, "Huh? Can't bear me?"

After a moment of non-dusty thought, he suddenly realized that he didn't know when, but he made the act of Tang Tujia and hurriedly let go, slightly embarrassed. "Hug, sorry.

Somehow, the pale cheeks were stained with a deep red.

His fingertips behind his back could not stop rubbing, as if the ice-like jade-like touch remained faintly on his hands.

Su Kui knew that the person who came was Yun Feimo, who had an extraordinary identity, and did not know what position Fei Chen was in the royal family. Therefore, it was not easy to disturb.