There are many framed paintings on the wall, including not only vivid watercolor paintings, but also artistic ink paintings and sketching.

Lu Xiaolai walked along the wall and sighed heartily. She didn't know how to write. When she saw these sketches, she could not help thinking of Gu canzhao's rose with thorns and her back.

Lu Xiaolai treasures the rose with thorns in her diary.

The studio is very quiet, only her footsteps.

Lu Xiaolai looked back and saw Gu canzhao with his eyes closed, as if he was sleeping.

Here's the chance to turn the tables.

Lu Xiaolai, with a paintbrush in his hand, walked over quietly. She stopped in front of the chair, holding two paintbrushes slowly close to his nose, slowly and carefully into his nostrils.

Make it to base!

The paintbrush is inserted in Gu canzhao's nostrils like two long snots. Lu Xiaolai tries his best to hold back his smile and goes to take a picture with his mobile phone.

As soon as he took out his mobile phone, before he started to take a picture, a paintbrush shook twice and fell down. Gu canzhao's eyelashes moved and there was a sign of waking up. Lu Xiao was startled and hurried to the back of the big easel. He hid behind the easel and watched him warily.

Gu canzhao opened his eyes and felt something strange about his nose. He reached out and touched it, but pulled out a pen from his nostril.

He immediately sank his face and stood up, holding the pen. Another pen fell from his leg to the ground.

Gu canzhao's face was dark, and his eyes locked on Lu Xiaolai behind the easel. He walked slowly towards her, looking like a man eating monster.

"Lu, Xiao, come! You, do, what, what

Lu Xiaolai quickly hid behind an easel, showed half a small head and kept shaking his head: "I didn't do anything. Don't do me wrong."

"Is there a third person here besides you and me?"

"It's not me! I've been enjoying these wonderful paintings all the time. Who cares about you... "

"It's not you. Who is it?"

"How do I know... Maybe your nose itches when you fall asleep. When I see it, the pen is already there, and I'm stupid, ok... I didn't expect that you still have this habit. It's really terrible!"

The distance between them became shorter and shorter. Lu Xiaolai hid behind the easel and put up a full body of defense.

"You look up."

"I don't look! Don't think I don't know. You're trying to distract me and then catch me! "

Gu canzhao's eyes were almost full of fire, but he still stopped.

Lu Xiaolai looked at him suspiciously, then quickly looked up and immediately looked back.

In the corner of the top of his head, there was a small round thing that looked like a universal wheel. Lu Xiaolai realized something. His face was stiff. He looked up again, pulled the corner of his mouth and laughed.

"Know what this is."

"Surveillance."

"Do you want to be honest, or shall we check the surveillance?"

Lu Xiaolai used his spare light to observe the distance between Xia and the door, moved his body slightly towards the door, raised his hands and shrunk his neck weakly: "OK, I admit..."

Before her words were over, she suddenly ran towards the door. However, Gu canzhao was closer to the door than she was. She predicted her behavior and stepped out first. Her tall body blocked the door tightly.

Lu Xiao had no time to stop and banged into him. She exclaimed and rubbed her nose back.

Gu canzhao has a strange smile on her lips. She dips her paintbrush into the paint bucket on the table by the door and plays a game of hawk catching chicken with her.