Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute novel Chapter 209

Starry blinked, and those curly eyelashes fluttered along.

"Isn't it nice?"

"It's okay."

Filip collected the line of sight, cold eyebrows without half of the embarrassment of being caught in the bag.

Starry frowned slightly, a little less convinced by this statement of his: "Do you not like to see it?"

Filip leaned over and picked up the cup on the coffee table and took a sip of water, "Can't talk about liking it or disliking it."

When he said that, Starry understood: "Forget it, you have to go to work tomorrow, let's rest."

Filip didn't agree, "Don't you usually like to draw?"

"Hmm."

Starry answered and finished her water, she got up to go back to her room.

Just two steps away, I heard the low voice of the man behind me: "Not painting me?"

Starry looked back at him, just in time to see the corners of his lips curled up, already a few smiles inside the cold black eyes.

"I haven't done any modeling."

Mao Sui has proposed himself to this point, Starry and then refused, it would seem a little unkind.

She bowed her head and looked at the glass of water in her hand, "It's twelve-thirty now."

It takes her half an hour to paint a picture at the earliest.

"It's good to stay up late once in a while."

He said, also getting up from the couch.

Starry looked at him and didn't refuse again.

The two entered the painting room, the drawing board is Starry painted glass flower room, the color on half of the watercolor, that the sky was painted by her clean and bright, the glass flower room inside the roses red bewitching.

"It's beautiful."

Starry replaced the drawing board and looked up at him for a moment: "Thanks. You can just sit there, in any position."

"Any position?"

"Hmm."

Just as Starry's voice fell, the sound of a chair being pulled up was heard.

She set up her drawing board and watched as Filip lifted the chair right in front of her.

He then sat down in that chair, leaned back, and placed a pair of long legs casually, with his hands on his thighs and his eyes squarely on him.

Filip This posture lazy and uninhibited, Starry rarely seen, the two so looking at each other, the black eyes seem to become scattered.

He has always been a stern cold before and after people, even if it is usually casual wear plus body, because of his surrounding temperament, that casual wear are looking formal a lot.

Now that he is sitting so diffidently, Starry is a bit uncomfortable.

Seeing her looking at him, Filip raised an eyebrow: "What, is this position not good?"

Starry curled his lips and shook his head, "No, I just rarely see you in this state."

"Is that so?"

He asked a question, but Filip didn't think Starry would answer it either.

"You start, I'll leave you alone."

"Good."

Starry has drawn Filip many times, but most of the time in secret, like this evening, she is the first time.

Her drawing skills are not very good, but is to learn to pass the time, plus she also has a few perceptions, sketching sketching fast, a few strokes have been set down the form of Filip.

She drew so carefully that by the time she put down her pencil, her wrist was already a little sore.

"Okay."

Filip got up and walked over, "Can I have it?"

Starry was stunned for a moment, remembering that Hamish had said the same thing not long ago.

She lifted her head and crashed into the dark eyes, reflecting the light, the pupils of which contained her face.

Starry slightly averted his eyes: "Yes, I can, I just draw as I go."