My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

“Auntie, the corner of your mouth rises naturally,” Yoon Shuihuan drew a beautiful arc in the air with a pencil compared to his own, and Zhu's red lips were crisp and beautiful, “Auntie, you look only 40 years old, so young, you can paint any way you want. ”

The aunt was amused, her nervousness relaxed, and she said, “You little girl, you have such a sweet mouth, Auntie is almost 50 this year. ”

Ning Qing looked at the two people and talked a few more words, then Auntie happily put out her natural posture, Yoon Shuihuan glanced at the focused painting.

She quickly gathered a lot of passers-by around her, and everyone was watching and discussing, and this little girl painted really well.

Ning Qing stopped at a distance of five or six meters. Today, Mizuki was dressed in a grey T-shirt and covered with an ink hooded down wallet. This English style of clothing was casual and casual, and the street was stained with dark ink.

Yin Shuiyang's two fine legs flattened forward, lazy and stacked together, the pencil in the white shallots professional and skillful swinging, that half of his face retreated into the cold spreading during the weekday, there was a flourishing breath of youth flowing.

Ning Qing was emotional, once Yin Jia Qianjin, little princess of T City, proud, not for a lifetime, but now painting on the street.

But Ning Ching knows that Shuili will have a good life in the past three years.

She imagined a three-year walk through all the cities in England, stopping at every attraction to paint.

A backpack, a pen, she made herself live independently and handsome.

She has made herself the best she can be.

She has never lost herself, and she still loves bright colors, and she lives in the sun with paranoia and pride flowing out of her bone blood.

After drawing, the aunt took a look at the smile and opened her face. The aunt pulled out a hairy grandfather from her pants pocket and handed it to Yoon Shuiqiao, praising him, “Yo, little girl, you are looking better than the color photos taken by other people. ”

“Thank you Auntie for the compliment. In the future Auntie will introduce me to more customers.” Yoon Shuihuan pulled up his lip corner and a smiling face glowed with roses in the bright sun.

“All right, all right.” Auntie left satisfied.

Yoon Shui-yan's next client is a boy in his 20s, who sits on a bench and looks at Yoon Shui-yan with bright eyes.

Very fond.

Yoon Shui-yan glanced at the boy and glanced beautifully at Dan Feng. “Hi, handsome, hello, put on a handsome posture. ”

The handsome man saw Yoon Shuiyan so enthusiastically, immediately leaned over, glanced at Liu Hai, touching his forehead with one hand, set a young literary figure of melancholy.

“Ha, ha...” The roadside was amused by this boy, "Boy, are you still the way to chase girls in the '90s? ”

Yoon Shuihuan hooked his lip corner and smiled on his face, but his beautiful eyes were cold.

I was about to draw with my bare hands, “Go away, go away!” Seven or eight bodyguards rushed in, instantly dispersed the bystanders, and a limousine stopped.

The driver opened the back door and a middle-aged man and a hot secretary sat in the back seat.

Ning Qing knew that these people were coming to disrupt, she wanted to go forward, but was blocked by bodyguards. Ning Qing knew that Sulai's proud Yin Shuiyan might not want her to show up at this moment, so she had to wait and hold on to her phone. If these people messed up, she called the police.

The passers-by and the handsome boy were all dispersed far away. Everyone was talking about it. Yoon Shuiyan sat still. She picked out Willow Leaf's eyebrows and looked at the face of the boss, and faintly said, “Boss, I make money from painting. What do you mean, you drove my client away? ”

The old man greedily looked at Yoon Shuiyan with a small face. In his life, he had never seen such a man.

“Miss Yoon, how much money do you make painting poor people every day? I'm throwing them out, but they're helping you. So, you paint me a picture, 20,000. ”

“Sure,” Yoon Shuihuan chuckled, “you can pose now. ”

The old man gave a look to the hot secretary. The secretary smiled delicately. He touched the old man's pants zipper with his little hand and slowly bowed down...

Ning Qing and the passers-by were isolated and invisible, but Ning Qing knew that there must have been nothing good in the car.

The old man enjoyed glancing at Yoon Shuiyin, licking his lips with his tongue, sweeping Yoon Shuiyin's good body up and down.

He wants to see what this once famous T-shirt witch will do.

Yoon Shui-yan had no expression. She swept the disgusting scene in front of her. She began to lift the pen, “Sha Sha” a few times, and quickly finished drawing a painting.

“I painted it. ”

The old man took out two pieces of Grandpa Mao and smiled obscenely. "You come here personally, pay with one hand, paint with the other hand. ”

Yoon Shui-yan had no objection. He stood up and walked towards the car.

The old man's rude move pushed away the woman secretary, lifted her pants, he took Yoon Shuilin's painting, twitching and sighing, “Miss Yoon, I wanted to see how proud you were, but I didn't want to fall to such a point today, I could swallow this humiliation to paint such a painting. ”

“Cut the crap, pay. ”

The boss handed over two pieces of Grandpa Mao to Yoon Shuihuan.

Yoon Shui-yan reached out and picked up.

But the old man couldn't let go. He lowered his voice and smiled. "Miss Yin, can you see 20,000? Why don't you follow me and I'll feed you. ”

Yin Shuilin snapped her lip corner, and she bowed down and slowly approached the old man.

The boss smelled the scent of a snotty girl, like rosewater sauce, a trenchman.

The throat knot rolled a few times, and he was going to reach out and hug Yoon Shuihui.

“Want to raise me? You don't pee in the mirror either. I saw it for you for free. You're born short and soft. Take your money and get sick. ”

Yoon Shuihuan smoked two pieces of Grandpa Mao and turned around and left.

The old man was furious, got out of the car, scolded, “Yoon Shuiyan, do you think you are still Yoon Jia Qianjin, what are you pretending to be arrogant and innocent? People don't know I don't know yet, you've already been played with by people, you've had an abortion since you were 18! ”

Yoon Shuihuan's footsteps slowed down slightly, but she left with no expression.

The old man was instantly pissed off when he ignored him. He ran forward and snapped Yin Shuilin's slender wrist. "Give you a face. I'll drag you into the car now and play as much as I want! ”

Yin Shuiyin was caught, a pair of trenchmen Dan Feng's eyes instantly splashed with a sharp cold frost, the corner of her mouth stifled up, she wanted to act.

And then, "Let her go! ”

A low man sounded.

The bystanders consciously gave way to a light grey V-neck sweater and a man appeared in black business casual pants.

The man's mature and handsome Five Officers are as quiet as water, with a warm and elegant colour, and only his dark, abysmal eyes sparkle with irresistible sharp flashes.