Rebirth Group Favorite: The Big Brother's Beautiful Wife Is A Little Sweet

Hearing this, Shen Muhan's eyes were slightly cold.

"Not interested in."

Seeing him protecting Chu Ziyan, Dong Xin'er's eyes dimmed instantly.

She got up and said slowly: "Mrs. Min is here today, everyone is just meeting friends through painting, let's talk about it, Mu Han, you look like we are going to eat Miss Chu, what is there to be afraid of?"

After all, Dong Xin'er's meaningful eyes fell on Chu Ziyan.

Shen Muhan's expression turned slightly cold, and there was a trace of displeasure in his eyes.

"I said no, I just can't."

The voice was not loud, but as the words fell, the atmosphere on the field instantly became colder by a few degrees.

Shen Honglin sneered coldly: "Xin'er, don't waste your time for a person who knows nothing. Painting with this kind of person is simply lowering your taste!"

Shen Muhan's expression froze, and his eyes were filled with anger.

With one hand resting on the back of the sofa, his long and narrow phoenix eyes were slightly closed, and they fell on Shen Honglin's body, full of menace.

Like an enraged emperor, with a contemptuous killing intent.

The crowd felt something was wrong, and subconsciously tensed up.

Rao, most of the people present were his elders, but they were all people who had seen his thunderous methods, and they had the aura of a superior person, so that everyone dared not look directly at him.

When the atmosphere was anxious, a crisp voice suddenly came out.

"Brother Mu Han, since Miss Dong wants to see my paintings so much, then I promise."

Chu Ziyan raised his head, embraced the arm of the man beside him, and said softly.

When she called out, the temperature that had dropped to freezing point rose instantly.

The man beside him was like a behemoth being fussed, and he restrained his violent aura in an instant.

He lowered his eyes and looked at her: "Do you want to draw?"

"Of course." Chu Ziyan smiled slightly, "It's not like I can't."

Hearing her light and light words, Dong Haoqing's face was filled with irrepressible sarcasm.

"According to Ms. Chu, you are full of confidence in your paintings?"

"Okay."

Chu Ziyan was not humble at all.

Dong Xin'er found it even more funny.

She said lightly: "Then Miss Chu, I wonder if it will be you or me first?"

Chu Ziyan propped his chin: "You go first."

Hearing this, Dong Xin'er squinted her eyes.

"it is good."

After finishing speaking, Dong Xin'er motioned to the waiter next to her.

After a while, someone brought watercolors and drawing boards.

Dong Xin'er was sitting on a chair in the field, sitting in front of the drawing board and picking up a paintbrush, her eyes focused.

Under the soft light, she was dressed in a white dress, her figure was dignified and elegant, and she looked very professional.

Oil painting takes a long time, and an hour passes in a while.

Chu Ziyan supported his head with one hand, waiting bored.

I couldn't help but yawned.

Just when she thought she was about to fall asleep, she finally heard the sound of writing in the field.

"I've finished drawing."

Dong Xin'er stood up, picked up her painting carefully, and showed it to the guests present.

She drew a picture of a sunrise.

The watercolor on the top is still wet. In the painting, a light yellow sun occupies two-thirds of the whole painting, and a graceful woman is painted with red watercolor on the bottom, she is dancing lightly.

The moment the skirt is flying, there are sunflowers everywhere under the feet.

The overall use of color is not very standardized, and the paintings are simple and even a little sloppy, but when combined together, there is an indescribable charm.

It is flamboyant and beautiful.

"The composition and color of this painting are so ostentatious, but it feels very beautiful!"

"Dong Xin'er has such a gentle personality, I didn't expect to have such a strong explosive power, it really impressed me!"

"The simpler things are, the more difficult they are to control. Dong Xin'er is at the level of a master!"

"It looks like Chu Ziyan is going to be crushed to nothing later..."

Standing in the crowd, Chu Zifeng couldn't help frowning his pretty brows when he saw the painting in Dong Xin'er's hand.

"Why does this painting of hers seem familiar to me?"

Chu Zixuan pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, and there was a faint smile on his always moist lips.

"This is a good show to watch..."

After showing it, Dong Xin'er turned around and brought it in front of Mrs. Min.

"Madam, please comment."

Min Furong was sitting on the sofa, when she saw the painting in her hand, a look of satisfaction instantly appeared on her face.

"Not bad, messy but not out of order, strong and bold colors, quite the charm of wonder!"

Hearing Min Furong's praise, Dong Xin'er burst into laughter immediately.

"As long as Ma'am likes it."

Wonder is the stage name of a painter.

Seven years ago, the country held a small art exhibition of cutting-edge painters. At that time, Mrs. Min came to this small private art exhibition that was not well-known by chance, but was attracted by one of the paintings with a very personal style.

On the artist information bar below, there is only one stage name, wonder.

Mrs. Min immediately bought the painting.

At that time, she approached the person in charge of the art exhibition and said that she wanted to meet this wonder.

But he was told that wonder had left Country Z and was no longer here.

Mrs. Min was very sorry.

She always felt that with her wonderful talent, sooner or later she would become a well-known painter in the world.

However, there has been no news of wonder since then.

Over the past few years, Mrs. Min has bought several works of wonder and kept them at home like treasures.

It was because Dong Xin'er imitated Wonder's paintings very similarly that Mrs. Min treated her differently.

And the work she painted today is one of the few works she copied from Wonder.

After showing it to Min Furong to read, Dong Xiner turned her head and looked at Chu Ziyan.

"Miss Chu, do you have any opinions on my paintings?"

Chu Ziyan leaned on the sofa, squinting his eyes.

Then, moving the corners of his lips, he spit out two words.

"generally."