"No one is allowed to leave!" Zhou Xuan flashed and stopped at the door, "I have something to say."

Qin Que was surprised: "What do you want to do? I will call someone, and my face will not look good at that time."

Zhou Xuan asked: "Xiaoqian, you said, "I have painted a portrait of you, have you ever had a few words of teasing and frivolous?"

Xiaoqian shook his head and said, "No."

Zhou Xuan asked again: "Miss Qin, if you look at this portrait carefully, you will see that it is molested? The human body is molested? Isn't there a picture of the whole body of a naked man hanging in your boudoir?"

Miss Qin said coldly: "Don't force yourself."

Zhou Xuan said: "I am not trying to make sense. I just want you to understand one truth, either drawing the human body is obscene or obscene. This kind of sketching technique is a popular painting method in Australia. In order to enhance the three-dimensional sense and make the portrait feel alive, you can see—"

Zhou Xuan pointed to the portrait of nude cumin on the drawing board and said, "I just outline the general outline of the body of cumin, and all the sensitive parts of the buttocks and chest are all mentioned. If I were a naughty, I would spend a lot of money on these parts, but I would not do that. My brushwork is noble, and this is just the first draft. Next, I will paint the clothing styles of our Australian countries for cumin to express my longing for the characters in my hometown."

Miss Qin let go of Xiaoqian's hand, looked at Zhou Xuan's eyes softening, and said, "When you go to the countryside, you can't draw like this in the Tang Dynasty. We don't misunderstand you, others will misunderstand you. Okay, let's go first."

Zhou Xuan knew that he had overcome the difficulties and smiled slightly and said, "Please don't leave. Look at me finishing the painting. You will see a completely different cumin."

Xiaoqian held the lady's hand and shook it. Qin Que was also interested in Zhou Xuan's painting method and said, "Okay, Mr. Zhou, you draw, let's watch it."

Zhou Xuan is excited. He is a competition-type player with good psychological quality. The more he reaches the critical moment, the more he can perform his abilities. Needless to say, he used to participate in high jump competitions in sports meets in college. He could only jump 1.8 meters in training. Some people could jump 1.8 meters in person. Some beautiful women watched and cheered him up. He could jump 1.9 meters in or even 1.9 meters in. Zhou Xuan thought proudly: "If there was a stunning beauty to encourage me, I would probably break the world record, haha."

Zhou Xuan used a small wolf hair to process the portrait carefully. Gradually, the clothes came out, which were light blue sleeveless suspenders, and the pants were put on, and the goose yellow low-waisted cropped pants. His feet were covered with half-heeled silk crystal sandals. His completely exposed neck was tied with a tassel necklace with blue and yellow colors. His hair was also covered with a little wave.

At some point, Su Renzhen also stood behind Zhou Xuan, opened his phoenix eyes wide and looked at Zhou Xuan's painting in surprise.

Zhou Xuan was very focused at this time and did not have the same intention because the beauty was behind him. A man who was focused and serious in doing things is the most touching woman's heart.

The three girls quietly made no sound, watching Zhou Xuan constantly debugging the paint, and applying the brush on the paper, a portrait of cumin that became clearer and clearer, so vivid, so brilliant, and lively and cute. - Let's wait, is this cumin?

Qin Que and Su Renzhen looked at the paintings and then looked at the cumin, which made the cumin embarrassed.

It was dawn, Zhou Xuan painted the last toenail on the portrait, inserted the pen into the pen holder, stood up straight and pressed his knuckles and said, "The task is done, two beauties, look at it-oh, the sister of the sewing needle is here, you can see, how is the drawing?"

Su Renzi suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked, "Young Master Zhou, which country is the clothing on this painting? Why have you never seen the Sewing Nezi before?"

Zhou Xuan said: "It's the clothing from my hometown overseas. Is it good-looking?"

Su Renzhen said: "It looks very good, but this top looks like an underwear, and can only be worn inside the dress."

Zhou Xuan smiled and said, "In my hometown, girls are more bold. They wear these things all over the streets. Isn't it just for a cool summer? This kind of clothing is simple and convenient, and it is the most suitable."

Xiaoqian looked at the portrait blankly and asked, "Son-in-law, is this Xiaoqian? Did the son-in-law draw the wrong person? Xiaoqian is so ugly that it looks so good!"

Zhou Xuan laughed loudly. His level was limited, so he could only draw a four- or five-point similarity, and he also had to beautify it, so the difference between him and a real person was even greater, and he could only vaguely see a bit similarity.

Qin Que said: "What you are painting is your cumin. Look, you have drawn the small mole on your mouth."

Xiaoqian suddenly ran out, and soon came back with a bronze mirror, looked in the mirror and looked at the portrait. After a long time of comparison, he still said, "It's not like cumin, cumin is not as beautiful as it is."

This little girl is too long-winded. Isn’t it good to draw it for you?

Zhou Xuan said: "This is called similarity. Clove will look so beautiful in two years."

Xiaoxiao laughed: "Is it true that cumin can become so beautiful? But my son-in-law painted here too exaggeratedly, cumin is not that big." Xiaoxia pointed at the position of the chest on the portrait.

Qin Que and Su Renzhi's pretty faces were red. They wanted to leave, but they felt that there were too many traces and they were very embarrassed.

Zhou Xuan said with a stern face: "What do you know about little girl? This is called art originating from life and higher than life. It is like a painting that expresses pastoral life. There are fields, farmers, cows, do cows want to shit? A large piece of cow shit is on the ridge of the field. Do you have to draw cow shit when painting? Of course, it is automatically filtered out - I draw you a little bigger here to show the beauty of curvature. My figure is not a stick, but it needs ups and downs."

Xiaoqian is not a silly girl. She was shy just now. However, when she heard her son-in-law use cow shit to describe her breasts, she felt so wronged. Is her breasts so ugly? Like cow shit? Look at the lady and Miss Su, they are indeed much bigger than her. They are bulging high under her clothes, and they look very beautiful.
Chapter completed!