Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

“White water.” The teenager sat in a wheelchair slightly past her face and looked at her.

Shen Mubai was helpless, and he took his eyes seriously, “This won't work, Master Bai Mo, you have to try to accept some other food, or your body won't be able to bear it. ”

“But I can't eat those things.” The teenager lifted the lip line and did not slow down.

Whatever you say, the feeling he gives you is always as gentle as a spring breeze, looks like you're getting along well, in fact, it's hard for you to change and shake the minds of these people.

Shen Kibai had some headaches, but it would only be counterproductive if she continued to persuade her, so she shifted the subject, “Shall we go out for a walk? ”

“Out comes the sun.” The teenager spoke mildly, and he took his eyes out and continued, "I want to paint today. ”

“Painting?” Shen Kibai was surprised.

“The second room on the right of the second floor is my studio.” Chu Bai Mo revealed a smile.

There's nothing strange about painting when you think about each other's home and talent. Shen Mubai couldn't help but praise, “Master Bai Mo is amazing. ”

“In your eyes, is painting amazing?” The other person asked with a faint smile.

Shen Kibai thought he was laughing at himself and muttered, "I haven't painted since I was a kid. I think people who can paint are amazing. ”

“Really?” she said softly. She didn't know what else to say. She couldn't hear clearly.

Push open the studio door, the scenery is very luxurious.

She pushed Chu Bai Mo in, and then took a look around, clean and spotless, unlike where people often come.

The painting is complete, but nothing is on the blank paper.

“Young Master Bai Mo, I want to see your painting.” She's a little curious about what they look like when they paint.

“I've thrown it away.” The teenager had a gentle smile on his face, perfect and free.

Shen Mu was stunned, “Why did you throw it away? ”

“Because those are defects.” Chu Bai Mo looked at the humanity in front of him.

Each time he leaves, he stays in the studio for the first half of the day, but always feels like something is missing and he can't write.

Until this man stood before him, the emotions that poured out of his chest devoured him like a flood.

Chu Bai Mo slowly rowed the wheelchair and lifted the canvas.

Shen Kibai quickly followed, “Do you need my help? ”

Chu Bai Mo Wen said, “What if I asked you to be a model? ”

Shen Kibai was embarrassed, “Do I deserve this? ”

Normally, the people who can afford the model are good people, not to mention the heirs of the Chu family.

“Of course." In my mind, no one is more qualified than you.

The teenager smiled and the pale brown eyes appeared very gentle.

She didn't have to push herself away. She looked at herself and thought her clothes were too simple to bear. "Do I need to change? ”

“That's good.” Chu Bai Ink looked at her and suppressed the greed and desire underneath her eyes, then reached out and picked up the brush.

Shum Wood sat beside him nervously, "Can I move? ”

“Yes.” The teenager looked up at her and dropped her eyes slightly, rolling her throat where she could not see it.