Young Master Gong, your vest has fallen off!

Chapter 747 Where to go next?
Fei Chuyan looked at the hundreds of paintings in the room, all of which were her works, and was too surprised to say anything.

She has also practiced painting herself, so she naturally knows how difficult it is to finish each painting here exquisitely. He has drawn every detail of the characters' demeanor, even the corners of the lips.

Fei Chuyan didn't know how much time he spent.

She remembered that day, when she didn't look at the scene where Gong Beijue couldn't draw a demeanor, she suddenly felt a little sour.

Her eyes were naturally attracted by the largest painting placed against the wall, which was the scene of her first encounter with Feng Chuanna's suicide that day.

He sat on the bed in a white hospital gown and looked up at her, while she flew into the air, her eyes staring at him with concern, with white feathers behind her back and an angel's halo on her head.

And he didn't know that he was an angel to her that day.

"It's scary." Feng Chuanna stared at the painting in the room, his voice was tentative and uncertain, "I didn't want to let anyone know about this, but I want you to see it today. If you hate it , I'll put these..."

"No." Fei Chuyan looked up at him with sincerity in his eyes, "It won't be scary or annoying. If you have to say how I feel now, it's moving. You used a brush to record me without my knowledge. Your life, all my expressions are captured so accurately, I can feel your mood from the painting."

Feng Chuanna looked at her in a daze, as if she didn't expect her to say that.

"I once drew a portrait of Gong Beijue, but if Gong Beijue hadn't been my model, I couldn't draw it. I always felt that something was wrong. Gong Beijue said, I don't love him as much as he loves me. I use my I'm not familiar with painting skills to refute his words, but today I think what Gong Beijue said is right."

She liked him very much, but not deeply.

Otherwise, she wouldn't be unable to draw Gong Beijue in her heart.

"But... your like and love will only belong to him in the end."

There was no emotion in Feng Kawana's voice.

"Can Feng Chuanna give me a painting, and in exchange, can I give you a portrait of you?" Fei Chuyan looked at him with a dazzling smile.

"mine?"

Feng Chuanna stared at her urgently and asked uncertainly.

"Yes. Do you agree? If you agree, I will choose."

Fei Chuyan saw him nodding and walked in, looking at the portraits in front of him, a little dazzled and didn't know which one to choose.

Fei Chuyan inadvertently saw the painting of the side face on the corner of the table. In the painting, she was standing on the steps in the Slannat school uniform, looking at the front with her eyebrows and eyes bent.

She didn't even know what she saw.

Fei Chuyan turned his head to look at Feng Kawana who was standing aside, and pointed to the painting.

"Fukawana, what did I see that day?"

"I don't know, this painting is my imagination."

"Then I chose this painting?"

"it is good."

Feng Kawana didn't hesitate at all.

"Let's put it here first, and come to your house to exchange it with you when I finish the painting, but it should take longer."

"It's okay, I'll wrap it up and put it there for you to pick it up."

"Okay."

Fei Chuyan picked up the painting and put it in the table cabinet.

"Let's go out." Feng Chuanna said.

Fei Chuyan touched the painting, closed the cabinet and followed him out.

The password door closed slowly again.

From now on, what's behind this door is no secret.

Fei Chuyan stood in the living room and glanced at the watch hanging on the wall.

"What is Feng Chuanna going to do next?"

(End of this chapter)