Scum attack, does it hurt to slap the face?

Following the method introduced by Master Liao, Mu Jue found the pair of old gray headphones from Ning Jiaying's bag.

The appearance of this earphone is very low-key. Mu Jue put it in his hand and checked it carefully, and found that there is indeed something different from ordinary earphones. It is actually connected to a small player.

Mu Jue pressed the start button, and tried to listen to a paragraph when it was on his ear, and ethereal pure music came from the earphone.Mu Jue guessed that it should be the so-called hypnotic music, and it really made people feel drowsy.

Mu Jue took off the earphones, walked to the bed, bent down and put the earphones into Ning Jiaying's ears, and then put his hands on his forehead, slowly injecting spiritual power to wake him up.

Ning Jiaying's eyelids moved a few times, as if there was a sign of waking up, Mu Jue pressed the play button on the earphone, turned up the volume, and let the hypnotic music enter his ears...

About a minute later, Ning Jiaying's thick eyelashes trembled, and then slowly opened his eyes. He slightly frowned his handsome eyebrows, as if he was a little puzzled, why was he lying on the bed in broad daylight?

Mu Jue was fully alert, staring closely at Ning Jiaying's expression, guessing what kind of personality is waking up now, I hope it's not that violent madman or trembling m, otherwise there will be endless troubles.

Ning Jiaying's face was quite peaceful, she stretched lazily, and slowly sat up from the bed, looking at Mu Jue with pure and clear eyes, showing a dreamy smile.

"bonjour! c'estune belle journee!"

Mu Jue was in a daze, completely unable to understand what Ning Jiaying was talking about.He has learned English well now, but it's a pity that Ning Jiaying obviously doesn't speak English. Judging from the lingering and soft tone like love words, he should speak French.

Mu Jue shook her head and said, "I'm sorry, I don't understand what you said, can you speak Chinese?"

Ning Jiaying let out a surprise, and looked at Mu Jue regretfully, with deep sympathy in her eyes, Mu Jue felt ashamed, as if not knowing French was a great sin.

Mu Jue realized that this seemed to be another new personality, could it be the romantic and melancholic genius that Long Yan said?

Romantic...is speaking French romantic?

What is that melancholy?Which aspect does talent refer to?

As if to confirm Mu Jue's conjecture, Ning Jiaying looked out the window. It was the spring of March at this time. Looking out from the hotel window, it was a large peach grove with thousands of peach blossoms in full bloom.

Ning Jiaying let out an exclamation of joy, jumped out of the bed barefoot, rushed to the balcony, and stared at the beautiful peach blossom forest.

The spring was cold, and the wind hurt her face. Ning Jiaying stood on the balcony for a long time, barefoot, not even wearing shoes, and only wearing a thin sweater.

Mu Jue was worried that he would catch a cold, and was about to remind him aloud, but Ning Jiaying rushed into the room like the wind, and took out a set of watercolor paints, brushes and palettes from her carry-on bag.

Mu Jue looked at his carry-on bag speechlessly, it really looked like Doraemon's bag, looking at such a small bag, any weird things could be conjured up!

It's just that although he has the painting tools, where is he going to paint?

Just as Mu Jue was thinking about asking the hotel to send some blank paper, Ning Jiaying had already rushed to the wall, waving a watercolor brush, and began to scribble on the flawless white wall.

Looking at the snow-white walls being stained with balls of paint, Mu Jue sighed. Fortunately, the Ning family is rich and powerful, and even the hotel is owned by his family. Otherwise, it is impossible to know how much money the hotel will pay for this sum!

Ning Jiaying didn't care about it, stroked here and there, and the colorful brushes danced on the wall. She couldn't tell whether it was a scene or a person, but felt that all kinds of bright and dazzling color blocks and lines of different thicknesses were put together, as if A surreal style.

Ning Jiaying completed his painting in one go, stepped back a few steps, admired it by herself, then nodded with satisfaction, and signed her signature in the lower right corner.

Mu Jue tilted his head and looked carefully. At first glance, it seemed very messy, but after a few more glances, there will be some different feelings.

The whole painting is a peach blossom tree, but the color is exaggerated, and the shape and proportion of the peach blossom and the trunk are seriously distorted. However, the combination of these seemingly messy color blocks and lines gives people a kind of wild and vigorous vitality.

Ning Jiaying suddenly asked, "What do you think this painting should be called?"

Oh, dare you not only speak French?Mu Jue blinked and said, "Taoyao?"

Ning Jiaying clapped her hands and said with a smile: "Tao Yaoyao is shining brightly. Taoyao, good, good name!"

Mu Jue raised her eyebrows and smiled slightly. After all, she has lived for a thousand years, and she can recite a few lines even if she doesn't know how to write poems.

Ning Jiaying seemed to be looking at Mu Jue right now, and said a few more words in French, as if to praise him, but when he turned his head, he was biting his pen in a disfigured manner, sitting on the floor, muttering something.

Mu Jue listened to a few words. Ning Jiaying read French. Although he couldn't understand the meaning, it sounded like he was reciting poetry, and it didn't look like he was purely composing poetry. singing.

Mu Jue couldn't help asking: "Do you want to accompany this painting with a poem?"

Ning Jiaying had melancholy eyes, sighed faintly, and said: "Beautiful flowers are always easy to wither, and it's not enough to record her with a brush. I want to write a poem, and I'd better make up a tune, so that I can see her." Don’t let down the beauty of this beautiful day!”

Mu Jue thought to himself, this is indeed a romantic artist personality, one can get so much inspiration just by looking at peach blossoms.

"Actually, I think you can write a script. The romantic story that happened under the peach blossom tree must be beautiful."

"The Romantic Story under the Peach Blossom Tree...seems like an interesting script..." Ning Jiaying muttered to herself, staring blankly at the corner of the wall for a while, then suddenly slapped her thigh and laughed excitedly, " I know how to write this script, yes, that’s it, I’ll write it now, hahahahahahahaha!”

Like a child, Ning Jiaying danced happily, rushed up to hug Mu Jue, spun around three times, and kissed him heavily on the face: "You are really my inspiration, my muse! "

What a mess!

Mu Jue touched the place where Ning Jiaying kissed, and felt his skin was scorching hot, whether it was because of dark energy or something else.

After Ning Jiaying finished kissing him, she left Mu Jue aside, tore off a piece of pure white curtain, picked up the ink pen with her left hand, and quickly wrote on the curtain cloth.

Mu Jue raised his eyebrows in surprise. He remembered that Ning Jiaying used to use her right hand before, but she didn't expect that after changing her personality, she could even change her right hand!

Mu Jue leaned over curiously, Ning Jiaying held an ink pen in her left hand, and quickly wrote a series of cursive letters, flamboyant and pretty.

In fact, it is not uncommon to be able to speak French, and it is really awesome to be able to write scripts in French!

No matter how the script is written, it is already very powerful to have this literary skill.

Although Ning Jiaying has a severe split personality, I have to admit that he is a genius himself - he has superb acting skills, knows how to manage and run a company, is proficient in red wine and Chinese and foreign food, speaks French so fluently, can write poems and paintings, and Will write scripts.

Normal people know one or two things are already amazing, but he can know so many things, it is estimated that he is also the type of person with super high IQ.

It seems that different personalities have different talents, but after all, they share the same brain, which shows how powerful the human brain is!

Just as Mu Jue was sighing, he suddenly realized that the phone in his pocket vibrated twice. He should have received a message. He picked it up and saw that it was sent by Long Yan. It said: "The president will be here soon, hurry up and get ready to meet him!"

President?Which president?

Mu Jue frowned, and was about to edit the news to ask Long Yan, when the doorbell of the room rang.

Come so fast!

Mu Jue took a look at Ning Jiaying, who was lying on the floor while chanting and writing. It was obvious that he had entered a state of ecstasy, and he didn't even realize that someone was knocking on the door.

Mu Jue had no choice but to get up and go to open the door. After opening the door, he saw a tall strange woman with a bright face standing outside.

This woman is 1.7 meters tall by visual inspection, but she still wears a pair of stiletto high heels and a beige business attire. She has a slim waist and long legs, a beautiful curve, and an extremely proud figure.

With short ear-length hair, she looks very capable, her pair of sharp red phoenix eyes seem to be able to see through people's hearts, and she has the unique aura of a superior person.

Seeing her astonishing posture and aura, coupled with her appearance similar to Ning Jiaying, Mu Jue immediately thought of the legendary CEO of Yinghua, Ning Jiaxin, known as the Iron Lady.

However, Mu Jue was not overwhelmed by the other party's aura, and asked calmly, "Excuse me, are you...?"

"Ning Jiaxin."

Ning Jiaying's voice was clear and hearty, as capable and concise as her appearance, never sloppy.

It was the first time for Mu Jue to meet such a woman. Although Ning Jiaxin gave people the impression of being cold, she was not annoying, but rather admired for her extraordinary temperament.

Mu Jue took the initiative to greet, "Mr. Ning!"

Ning Jiaxin nodded and quickly walked into the room.

The room was as messy as it had been swept by the Japanese devils. The white walls were covered with graffiti, the floor was messed up with paint, and the curtains were torn down and spread on the floor with words written all over it.

But Ning Jiaxin didn't even frown, her cold eyes fell on Ning Jiaying, and she immediately became gentle.

"Xiaoying!" Ning Jiaxin called enthusiastically.

"Huh?" Ning Jiaying, who was sitting on the floor, woke up like a dream, and finally recovered from the writing of the script. She turned her head and saw Ning Jiaxin, with a gentle and charming smile on her face, "Sister, come here." It's..."

Ning Jiaxin smiled happily, and her cold face suddenly became angry. She stepped on three-inch high heels, stepped between a pile of paint brushes and curtains, bent over and hugged Ning Jiaying, like a Frenchman, Kissed Ning Jiaying's left and right cheeks: "What are you doing? So happy!"