Slag Girl Illustrated Book

This point is not a peak period, but the Shanghai stock market has always been crowded.

The sound quality on the other end of the phone is stuck, and the signal is not very good.

"Oh, no, I was wrong. My shoes fell on yours. You can put them away for me first. I will pick them up next time. It's too noisy here. I'll hang up first!"

Ruan Xihe laughed lowly, this joke, walked over and put Feng Yu's shoes in the shoe cabinet.

"Ding Dong Ding Dong." The door bell rang.

She opened the door and was a takeaway boy.

"Ding...A three-and-a-half-star attackable target is detected [potential value of five stars, it may jump to four and a half stars]"

Looks...too exquisite, it is just the proportions of the male model, the standard appearance of the manga hero, this little brother is a little apologetic, but apologizes constantly: "I'm very sorry, the car broke down, the temporary repair of the car was delayed. You one hour."

"It's okay, it's too hot outside, drink a bottle of water." Ruan Xihe picked up the mineral water in the hallway cabinet and handed it to him.

The little brother stiffened at the sound, and his legs felt a little soft.

Xu Shu is a voice-controller. The Xu family has practiced medicine for generations and has outstanding medical skills. His sister is a world-renowned surgeon. There are countless hospitals controlled by the Xu family, but Xu Shu is a strange thing.

Back then, I didn't study medicine at university, I had to study painting, money was not moved, and I didn't like luxury cars and beauties, so I was holding his paint brushes every day and painting endlessly.

In order to force the graduated youngest son to take the road arranged by the family, the Xu family decided to let him know that the society is sinister, all bank cards were stopped, and he was driven out with his painting tools.

Xu Shu was optimistic about the digital tablet, good paintbrushes, and good paints, but he couldn’t walk. These all cost money, so in order to make a living, the little young master who doesn’t eat the fireworks runs out during the day and goes to the night market. The stall sells calligraphy and painting.

His oil paintings and Chinese paintings and sketches are very good, especially oil paintings. His teacher, Mr. Daniel, was amazed when he saw his works for the first time. Has reached its peak.

Xu Shu himself also loves painting. He can do it for a day without eating or drinking. When he was a child, he used to paint on the English books, math books, language books, and English books. I don’t know if this painting was added later.

When I was in high school, other boys used money to charge for games and bought figurines. He bought comics, picture albums, paper, pens, and paints one by one locally.

At first, the family only thought it was a hobby, what happened to the young master of Xu's family who wanted to learn painting? Looking for the best teacher to teach him, I didn't expect that in the end this young master was born with bones and was gone forever on the road of painting.

"You, you speak so nicely."

Xu Shu has never had a particularly high affection for any girl in his life. This is his own secret. He is a bit blind and can't tell the faces of those girls at all. He knows that the family members rely on distinguishing their voices. Blindness in the face is not very serious, and it has no effect on life.

It is rare to encounter such an innocent person. Ruan Xihe squinted his eyes. He dared not look at himself. At first, when his eyes passed her, there was no pause. But after she spoke, there was a 0.01 second pause in her body and the pupils contracted. Expanded, so his 80% possibility is a voice control?

"Hehe~" She deliberately lowered her voice, and smiled eagerly.

Sure enough, the boy blushed, and even his neck and ears turned red.

Hey, it's so interesting.

"You, you, don't talk anymore." When he said this, his voice trembled a little, he was obviously a big tall man, so pitiful and so pitiful that he wanted to bully him.

Ruan Xihe came to nature in an instant, this kind of boy, tut.

She deliberately moved a few steps closer: "How can I get food without speaking, eh~" Her tone was very long, with an indescribable amorous feeling.