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"Don't worry, Yichen has a lot of paintings! You can just go and ask him for a few." Li Jingcheng looked at her with a smile and suggested softly.

Xiao Miaomiao raised her eyebrows slightly and responded with a half-smile: "The ones that can be painted are all your precious daughter. Do you think he will be willing to give her up?"

In fact, Xiao Miaomiao had had this idea before, but every time she saw Leng Yichen protecting those paintings as if they were treasures, she really couldn't bear to ask for them.

"It's okay! We'll borrow it for a few days and then get the painting back from your brother later. At worst, you can give him a few new paintings."

Li Jingcheng thought for a moment and then continued, "I noticed that Yichen had several paintings of Xiaobao's back, hands, feet, and other partial scenes, not frontal portraits. These should come in handy. I'll go get them for you."

Hearing this, Xiao Miaomiao couldn't help but feel a little ridiculous, and asked hesitantly: "Will this really work?"

Li Jingcheng quickly comforted her: "Don't worry, it will be fine! Yichen originally imitated your style of painting.

Besides, your senior brother only stipulated that you need to submit a certain number of paintings, but did not specify that you must draw them yourself. I will send the paintings to you when the time comes."

Xiao Miaomiao calculated in her mind that there were only five days left before the submission deadline, and she still had ten paintings to complete.

If she could get those paintings by Leng Yichen as supplements, it would undoubtedly greatly reduce her pressure. Thinking of this, Xiao Miaomiao was shamefully moved.

Xiao Miaomiao frowned slightly and said, "Then please ask for it for me. I will tell my senior brother about it. I hope it works."

I have been feeling a bit helpless lately, and if there is really no other way, I can only give him a few of the paintings I drew last month." His words revealed a bit of helplessness and anxiety.

Li Jingcheng raised the corners of his mouth slightly and responded without hesitation: "No problem, sure, I'll get it for you." It seemed that this was not a difficult task for him.

Xiao Miaomiao nodded slightly, her beautiful eyes moving as she looked at Li Jingcheng and said, "Then you should go play ball. I still have to finish the painting that I almost didn't finish yesterday." As she said that, she prepared to start painting.

Wang Xin, who had been standing aside, felt relieved again. He shrank behind his elder brother involuntarily, as if he wanted to avoid something terrible.

At this time, Li Jingcheng took the initiative to step forward, help pick up the easel, and set it up steadily.

When his eyes fell on the painting that Xiao Miaomiao was about to unfold, he couldn't help but make a plan in his mind and began to think about what means he could use to destroy the painting.

On the other hand, Ou Heng learned from Feng Lang that what Xiao Miaomiao painted was not Wang Xin and others, but gorgeous roses.

However, when he noticed the different expressions on everyone's faces, he wisely chose to remain silent. After all, when Xiao Miaomiao fully unfolded the scroll, he would naturally see what was on the painting.

Finally, Xiao Miaomiao carefully spread the painting on the easel. Li Jingcheng took a closer look and found that it was indeed a beautiful rose painting.

Then, he quickly shifted his gaze to Zhou Yi beside him. Who said that Miaomiao drew Wang Xin and the others?

Zhou Yi and Zhang Jie stared at the painting in front of them with wide eyes. The gorgeous roses on the painting stunned them for a moment.

I thought it would be a painting of Wang Xin and his friends, but who would have thought it would be a gorgeous sea of ​​roses!

The two looked at each other with embarrassment on their faces, and quickly turned their heads to the side, but happened to see the entire wall of roses in full bloom.

The people who feel the most disappointed at this moment must be Wang Xin and the others who played basketball with him yesterday.

I had already prepared myself mentally for Li Jingcheng to hate me so much that I even rehearsed all kinds of bad situations that might arise in my mind.

However, when they saw the beautiful roses with their own eyes, they were a little overwhelmed for a moment, feeling a little relieved but also an indescribable sense of loss.

Before this, they had always believed that what Xiao Miaomiao painted must be related to them. After all, everyone had speculated whether she would express some emotion or hint through her paintings.

But the reality is so cruel, what people painted is not them at all, but those charming roses! Does it mean that they can't even compare to a flower?

The more Wang Xin thought about it, the more depressed he became. He couldn't help but start to have deep doubts about his appearance.

Although he was not as handsome and elegant as Li Jingcheng, he was still a handsome guy at the school level! Why was Xiao Miaomiao so unpopular?

At this moment, he suddenly felt that it would have been better if he had been drawn by his sister-in-law. The worst that could have happened was that he would have been beaten to a pulp by Li Jingcheng on the court.

It's better than being like this now, feeling like being poured a bucket of cold water, making people lose face. It's telling them clearly: Don't be so self-indulgent!

Wang Miao looked up and stared at the painting hanging above, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly.

He glanced at his brother standing beside him speechlessly, thinking to himself: This guy really has a mysterious self-confidence! He can actually believe so much in the words of this stupid brother.

It turned out that Xiao Miaomiao drew a portrait of him with his shirt off.

The ironic reality is that everyone's attention is focused on the rose in the picture.

Wang Miao stretched out his hand helplessly and gently pinched the bridge of his nose, thinking secretly in his heart: Yes, after all, Xiao Miaomiao already has an outstanding husband like Li Jingcheng, so how could she possibly look down on these young boys who haven't even grown all their hair yet?

Li Jingcheng was only surprised for a moment but quickly concealed his expression. He turned his gaze to Xiao Miaomiao, smiled and praised: "Miaomiao, your painting of roses is so beautiful." His tone was full of sincerity and appreciation.

Hearing Li Jingcheng's praise, Xiao Miaomiao also responded with a smile: "Thank you for the compliment. I actually started painting this picture yesterday morning, but it's just a little bit short of completion.

At that time, I took some photos to keep as a record. I had planned to continue painting in the afternoon, but who knew you were not at home.

As a result, the three babies were not happy and kept pestering me to play with them, so I was not able to finish the painting in the end."