Waste material stupid concubine crazy world

Chapter 499

Thinking of this, there seemed to be a woman in white clothes with a cool and elegant face in front of her eyes—the way Wang looked at her...

The white-clothed old man and the black-clothed old man froze in place, silent for a long time.However, in a trance, it seemed that he understood a lot, and learned a lot.

It turned out that what the girl said was not completely false.

It turned out that as early as many years ago, a woman had already entered the eyes of their king.

It turns out that Wang has been indifferent to women for so many years because his heart has already been completely occupied by a shadow, and he can no longer melt into anyone.

It turned out that Wang already had two such lovely children. No wonder, the last time he saw those two little bastards at the auction, he became emotionally abnormal.

But now that Miss Mo has appeared, why does Wang still restrain himself?They could also clearly see that Wang had affection for that Miss Mo.If not, why would he act uncharacteristically for her again and again?
They didn't dare to ask, but after hearing the situation clearly, they all stood by Ting'er.They also don't want to see Wang die alone.

Ting'er kept talking, and still said: "Brother Prince, do you know how my sister survived these years?"

"Under her pillow is a portrait of you. For five years, your appearance has never faded in her mind. Are you really going to let her go so cruelly?"

Ting'er said that at this moment, she slowly took out a stack of scrolls from her wide sleeves: "Brother Prince, look at these paintings, do you dare to say that the person in this painting is not you? Do you dare to say that the person in this painting is not you?" Isn't your face exactly the same as yours?" She tore off the red ribbon tied on the scroll, and with a wave of her hand, hundreds of portraits flew down from the sky and scattered.

Landing on the ground, one by one, Yucheng's cold face, the first time he saw Ye Jue's silver face, his frown, his deep affection, his tenderness... all are revealed on the screen, the portrait drawn with the aid of air flow, like Modern photoreal.

The old man in black and the old man in white were amazed: In the painting, the handsome man really resembles their king in temperament and figure.

"Brother Prince, every stroke of the painting is my sister's thoughts in the past five years. Today Ting'er is here to tell Brother Prince, no matter how good you have been to sister and what you have given, if you dare to let my sister down now, Next time we meet again, I will be your enemy."

Firm and cold words hurt others, but they also hurt themselves.

But Yucheng didn't listen to Tinger's words anymore.

He stared blankly at the painting on the ground, and his whole body entered a state of disorientation.

On the drawing, the lines of the character... drawing skills...

The people on the painting are not all drawn with brush and ink, but some seem to be drawn with carbon. The painting method is obviously the "sketch" of the 21st century, and the effect of the ink dots is different from the style of the previous life. It's exactly the same when I can paint for the assistant...

Yucheng's heart was dumbfounded, infatuated, confused, and more importantly, brightened...

Eyes frantically scanned each painting, bent down, and frantically picked it up again, uncovered the overlapping portraits, and looked at one after another, every time I looked at one, there would be a little more light in my eyes , looming, but still find a trace of surprise.

Picking up all the paintings, he rushed in front of Ting'er like crazy, his voice was unprecedentedly tense and expectant: "Tell me, is this painting really drawn by Qing'er?"

(End of this chapter)