Lu Xiaoxiao is always calm and beautiful face rarely appeared a second of sluggish look.

She couldn't help saying in her heart that she really met a false ink today.

Real ink, how can you say that?

The man-made ink was raised and coughed twice, but did not deny the question. Instead, he looked straight at Lu Xiaoxiao, apparently waiting for her answer.

"Of course... You. Lu Xiaoxiao exhausted all his acting skills so that he could maintain the image of Mrs. Chu, who was so understanding.

Looking at Chu Mo, Lu Xiaoxiao showed a satisfied look, leaving behind his unfinished painting in the corner of his eye, his heart...