Sister Li is also very serious when it comes to serious matters. Mu Ran knows that Sister Li came to his house to talk about something, so there must be something important.
He held a teacup in one hand and a mobile phone in the other: "Okay, you know my address, I'll wait for you."
Sister Li responded, and Mu Ran hung up the phone.
He stuffed the phone into his pocket, took another sip of water while holding the teacup, the water was still very hot, and Mu Ran didn't hold back hiss this time.
The beautiful and delicate faces were twisted together, looking a little childish.
However, with a casual glance from the corner of Mu Ran's eyes, he saw an extra easel and stool on the balcony where there were only a few pots of green potted plants.
Ji Jun is not there.
However, because of this phenomenon, Mu Ran was so startled that goosebumps popped out on his arms.
In just a short while, the easel and chair appeared, how fast should his movements be?
Moreover, he didn't hear a single sound.
As soon as the idea came to an end, Ji Jun appeared in front of Mu Ran.
Ji Jun changed her clothes.
This time, he was dressed in white all over his body. This white made the sickly whiteness of his face even more frail.
It seems that the wind can gently hang upside down.
His face was still expressionless, unusually cold, with gloom in his brows.
He didn't look at Mu Ran, just sat on the stool, took a pen and started to draw.
Mu Ran withdrew his mind, and took a sip of water gently and cautiously while holding the teacup.
The water is not hot this time.
Mu Ran secretly glanced at Ji Jun.
The abnormal whiteness of his face is obviously caused by staying at home for a long time and not seeing the sun for a long time.
Moreover, he just saw those pots of green plants, and some of them were all wilted. It could be seen that the owner didn't care.
However, now he has actually moved the easel to the balcony, and is willing to accept the sunlight to paint
A light flashed in Mu Ran's eyes, and the smile on the corner of his lips was slightly warmed.
Mu Ran strode forward.
Because they are next door, the difference between the balconies of the two of them is not very far.
It's about a meter away.
Mu Ran strode to the far left.
From this position, one can clearly see that Ji Jun is facing away from him, drawing something on the white drawing paper.
Mu Ran squinted and drank tea, watching him sketch the portrait on the paper.
I have to say, despite the label that Ji Jun is a perverted murderer, it is a great enjoyment just to watch him paint like this.
His somewhat thin fingers were very fair and slender, holding the black pen, making his fingers seem to glow with a glistening white light.
The light of the setting sun was warm golden, and when it shone on his body, it seemed to be coated with a faint golden light, which was very beautiful.
Looking at his back like this, Mu Ran felt that he didn't look like a pervert, but rather a nobleman.
Mu Ran slid his gaze from him to the paper, and on the white paper, a pattern appeared vividly on the paper.
Mu Ran stroked his chin while shopping, feeling that the contents of the painting were somewhat familiar.
The doorbell rang at this time, and Mu Ran woke up suddenly, and hurried to open the door.
Ji Jun heard the sound and the sound of Mu Ran running away in a hurry, the movements of his subordinates accelerated, and the content on the white drawing paper was gradually completed.
If Mu Ran was here, he would definitely be able to find out that the content of the painting is exactly the appearance of the original owner being surrounded by a sea of ??roses and dying in the plot. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com