Verdant Paint Bucket Essence

When the small paint bucket was finished, Xin Yuan hadn't started to paint, because he couldn't think of how to combine the paint bucket to create an artistic creation that fit his aesthetics.

"I've finished the painting!" The little paint bucket happily handed over the repetition and peculiarity of his painting to Xin Yuan for review.

Xin Yuan looked at the repetition of patterns on the paper that resembled the pattern of the Northeast cotton jacket, and then looked at the original material.

How did You Qitong turn a simple pattern of orchids and a simple circle into a pattern of a large cotton-padded jacket in Northeast China?

Xin Yuan wanted to give up for a moment, anyway, it is estimated that Mr. You's son will not take the road of design in the future.Xin Yuan thought for a while but reluctantly put down the painting in his hand.No, You Qitong must change his hobby of color.

Xin Yuan took out a book of Secret Garden and put it in front of You Qitong: "Coloring."

The little paint bucket spirit was very happy to see that he had the opportunity to be a painter again. In his opinion, it was because Xin Yuan felt that he was good at painting, so he was willing to let himself learn to paint.

The small paint bucket chose his favorite emerald green, which was close to the brightness of fluorescent light, and Xin Yuan pressed his hand.

"Don't use green. You can only fill in with two colors." Control the number of colors, and the effect should not be too weird.

The little paint bucket blinked in confusion, and Xin Yuan noticed that there was a bit of dark green in You Qitong's pupils, like deep emeralds.

"I see, Xin Yuan, do you also like green, so you don't want me to use it?" The little paint bucket spirit whispered as if he had discovered some big secret, Xin Yuan also likes emerald green, what a coincidence .

Xin Yuan looked at the green color in You Qitong's eyes and nodded in a daze. You Qitong's eyes are very charming.

The little paint bucket spirit obediently stuffed the emerald green paint into Xin Yuan's hands, chose the other two colors and went to the side to be a little painter.

Xin Yuan was left to look down at the paint in his hand.

No, let me explain!

I really don't like this emerald green!

not at all!

The picture with the number of colors controlled can still be eye-catching. The small paint bucket is very serious about being a painter, and the effect of flat painting is also very good, and the painting is very even.

only……

Xin Yuan looked at the effect of red and purple on the screen. It is obviously not red and green, but it still presents a very psychedelic effect.Xin Yuan felt dazzled after just one glance. After closing his eyes, the red and purple picture still remained on his retina, plus the complicated patterns of the secret garden...

It looks like the crest of a cult, or the kind of street stall cult that only needs to pay ten yuan to join.

Forget it.

Hopeless.

Xin Yuan thought to himself.

The leader of the cult, the little paint bucket spirit, looked at Xin Yuan's silence and shook the painting in his hand.

"Does it look good?" The dark green eyes were full of anticipation.

The shaking red-purple made people dizzy even more, and Xin Yuan felt that he might not be able to forget this color scheme today.But what I can't forget is the clean eyes of the paint bucket.

"Beautiful and very impressive."

The little paint bucket master who was praised blushed and looked a little embarrassed. He carefully touched the painting he had painted, smiled sweetly, and his dimples were almost overflowing with honey.

Forget it.

Hopeless.

Enroll in education and keep safe.

Xin Yuan felt that his own aesthetic principles seemed to have no resistance in front of this white and pure beauty.

After all, Yan control, otherwise how could he be a designer, Xin Yuan secretly defended himself in his heart.

"By the way, when are you going back?" Xin Yuan asked.

The little seed of love that Yangou dug and planted has just emerged, which makes Xin Yuan very entangled in whether You Qitong will stay or stay.On the one hand, he feels that the distance creates beauty, and on the other hand, he is afraid that the relationship between You Qitong and You Facai will decrease after they return.

"In a few days." The little paint bucket spirit thought about repaying Xin Yuan for his care, and then went to the recycle bin!

When he heard the standard words of running away from home, Xin Yuan thought in his heart that in a few days, You Facai would come to see the final draft, so he would act as an intermediary to persuade their father and son.

In this way, it may be possible to gain a good impression in front of the future father-in-law, which is very foresight.

At night, in the small paint bucket, I searched the Internet in the guest room on how to express my gratitude to others, and most of them suggested giving gifts.So Little Paint Bucket went to shopping websites to find suitable gifts for men.

What jumped into the eyes of the little paint bucket at once was the thermos cup.

The more I look at the small paint bucket, the more I am satisfied. The insulation bag is good. Drinking more hot water is good for the body and prevents acne.He took a look at the store and it also provides engraving services.

Just when the little paint bucket was about to place an order, he suddenly discovered a very serious matter, he had no money!

The little paint bucket who has no way to repay him is pulling his hair in distress. This store is good, but how should he make money.

The little painter who had been struggling all night appeared in Xin Yuan with two dark circles under his eyes, and he was startled in front of him.

"What's wrong with you?" Xin Yuan reached out and pressed his eyes, which were cool and soft. Even if a cute person has dark circles, they are still cute dark circles.

"Ah, what's the matter?" The little paint bucket spirit didn't know what happened, and followed Xin Yuan's hand to touch his eyes, but it happened to touch Xin Yuan's finger.

The hands of painters are actually not so smooth, but Xin Yuan pays great attention to maintenance, so it is not so rough to the touch.

The little paint bucket touched Xin Yuan's fingertips. It was neither smooth nor rough, but it was easy to touch, like a smooth brush, and it felt itchy when poked on his fingers.

"Your hands are so easy to touch." Little Paint Bucket Essence praised sincerely.

He is seducing me!He is seducing me!He's seducing me again!

Xin Yuan who was touched felt his heart beating very fast for a moment. Regardless of whether he was a real white lotus or a fake white lotus, this was the third time he had been seduced.

I have to touch it back myself!

"Wait, let me put some eye cream on you."

Xin Yuan straightened his back, took out the eye cream he just bought, and showed his dignity.

He lowered his head and gently applied the eye cream under You Qitong's eyes.

Due to the height difference between the two, Xin Yuan, who was slightly bent over, was still a little taller than the little paint bucket. The little paint bucket felt Xin Yuan's hot breath touching his forehead.

A distance where you can hug each other right away.

The little paint bucket spirit smelled the faint fragrance of Xin Yuan's body.

The eye cream that was pushed away was obviously cold, but the little paint bucket spirit felt his face was hot.

"All right."

Taking a step back to see the smear effect, Xin Yuan looked at You Qitong's flushed face, feeling inexplicably that he had penetrated You Qitong's character design.

Xiao Baihua, who was dressed in a coquettish and slut appearance, would have the courage to seduce herself, but she blushed like this when she helped him apply eye cream.

Xin Yuan touched his face, it was also a little hot.

It seems that I am a little allergic to this eye cream, so I don't need it next time.

Xin Yuan thought.