The Evil King Xun Fei: Don't mess with the femme fatale

Aunt Luo came here in a hurry, still thinking about how to please the old lady, but when she saw the tall and graceful painter, the corners of her eyes couldn't help but twitch, and her face instantly became white as snow.

Lin Qingran looked at the painter, dressed in plain clothes, with tall black hair, handsome face, big eyes, a handsome young man with a bookish spirit, very attractive.

The painter was overjoyed when he saw the person whom he had been thinking about all the time, and then he was stunned for a long time. Behind the joy was frustration.

He is just a son of a poor family, although he is not at the end of the mountain, but looking at his current status, and looking at the silk and satin of the other party, he has long since broken his relationship with that person and has become an old man. The difference between cloud and mud.

Just when Aunt Luo was sweating coldly, but her face didn't seem to show, the painter looked over again.

However, this time, when Lin Qingran made a wrong step, she blocked Aunt Luo's front. I don't know if she did it on purpose, but her beautiful eyes just looked directly at the painter like that, matching the girl's eyes as cold as snow and as quiet as an ancient well. Face to face, regardless of the moment, it was as if he could see through the person. The artist trembled in fright, and when he looked again, the girl's eyes had already moved away lightly.

The painter restrained his mind, seemed to wake up from a trance, and continued to paint Mrs. Lin.

Lin Qingxi's eyes moved slightly, and she said with radiance: "Aunt Luo, this painter's paintings are pretty good, take a look, isn't it?"

Aunt Luo froze, took the drawing paper from Lin Qingxi, took a closer look, and said, "It's not bad!"

Aunt Hua sneered, and said without a smile, "Aunt Luo still knows how to paint? I really didn't know that Aunt Luo had such accomplishments." She thought that seeing each other suddenly would reveal the bitterness of this pair of mandarin ducks. Excited, revealing the vest.

Aunt Fang gave Aunt Luo a sympathetic look, obviously seeing something from the abnormality just now, and said softly: "Aunt Luo came from the Luo family, which is a century-old scholarly family, why can't you understand the meaning of painting?"

Aunt Hua's eyes were like swords and swords, and she wanted to speak again, but Lin Qingran suddenly rushed in front of her, and said lightly: "Aunt Luo, the jade hairpin on your head is really good!"

Aunt Luo was slightly stunned, she really didn't expect Lin Qingran to make a rescue, she thought that after the dinner, they had become life and death enemies.

When Lin Qingran said this, everyone's eyes were drawn to the jade hairpin on Aunt Luo's head.

Aunt Hua watched, her eyes changed again and again, and finally she smiled slowly: "Aunt Luo is so lucky, this is the grace bestowed by the master."

Lin Qingran almost choked with laughter, Aunt Hua looked like she was the wife of the Lin family, she was so jealous that she almost vomited blood, but she still wanted to put on a virtuous and magnanimous appearance.

If she is really the wife of the Lin family, there is nothing wrong with her attitude, it's just a pity!She is just an aunt.

Lin Qingran smiled faintly, stopped talking, just watched indifferently, ignoring Aunt Luo's begging expression.

If you really give some color, you can start a dyeing workshop.

At this moment, Lin Qingyin screamed, pointing forward: "Ah..."

Lin Qingran's expression tightened, and she hurriedly looked in the direction of Lin Qingyin's finger, and saw the painter spurt out a mouthful of blood, like a fountain, and his figure was like a stiff stone, straight back Throw it away, even after some distance, Lin Qingran can hear the sound of the heavy object hitting the ground.

Frowning, Lin Qingran thought to herself: Which song is this from?