The Young Urban Doctor

Seeing this painting, look at Yang Qingyin's blushing face again, Luo Ziling smiled and pointed to the humanity: "Is this you? It looks like it, but this man doesn't draw it, it doesn't look like me at all. You painted me ugly, I should be more handsome and handsome than this person."

"It wasn't you in the first place!" Yang Qingyin glanced at Luo Ziling, "Don't paint your ugly appearance!"

"Am I ugly?" Luo Ziling pointed to his face and said to Yang Qingyin very seriously: "Look carefully, when I went out to look in the mirror just now, I found that I was dressed too handsome today. I must be on the street. 'S men are very stressed and make those women feast their eyes."

He immediately asked Ye Xiaoli: "Xiaoli, do you think I'm handsome or not? Don't accept Qingyin's threats, but tell the truth."

Luo Ziling's words made Yang Qingyin and Ye Xiaoli, who stood aside as a light bulb, amused.

"I have never seen a cheeky man like you." Yang Qingyin shaved her face and looked at Luo Ziling with contempt.

"Is it thick?" Luo Ziling squeezed his cheek, stretched out his hand to squeeze Yang Qingyin, and finally nodded: "It is a bit thicker than yours, but I think my face is still quite tender. It's definitely not thick."

Luo Ziling squeezed her face in front of Ye Xiaoli. Yang Qingyin blushed, kicked Luo Ziling bitterly, and said, "Don't bully me, enjoy the painting."

"I will come to appreciate it often in the future." Luo Ziling looked at this very freehand landscape figure painting seriously, and couldn't help but praise again: "Senior sister, your drawing level is too high, can you paint one for me? ! How about you paint, my inscription, we cooperate?"

Yang Qingyin looked at Luo Ziling dissatisfied: "Humph, do you think my characters are ugly?"

"It's not ugly, at least as good-looking as my face," Luo Ziling looked at Yang Qingyin's inscription on the painting, "It is really appropriate to use words to describe the two of us as people!"

Yang Qingyin's face turned red, and Ye Xiaoli's face turned red. Their red faces were to a large extent embarrassed because of Luo Ziling's boasting. They had never seen a man daring to be so cheeky in front of them.

"It's disgusting, I want to throw up breakfast," Yang Qingyin made a retching gesture, "I admit that you are a little handsome, but don't talk about boasting all day long!"

"It's just occasionally boasting a few words. It's a bit exaggerated to say that all day long." After a few jokes, Luo Ziling asked Yang Qingyin again: "You promised to help me paint?"

"No!" Yang Qingyin looked cunning. "Unless you write me an adverb first, the one in the room."

"Hey, I didn't hesitate to agree to this request," Luo Ziling said, and said with a mysterious face: "Actually, if you help me paint, the painting will still hang with you. Are we a family?"

"Who's with your family?" Luo Ziling didn't care about Ye Xiaoli's embarrassment beside him, and kept talking nonsense like this, Yang Qingyin became a little bit irritated, "It's really thick-skinned."

"Well, then when I am in a good mood, I will write you an adverb, and I will show my best state." Luo Ziling said, raising his arms and shouting: "Hurry up and prepare me a pen and ink."

Seeing Luo Ziling's appearance, Yang Qingyin couldn't help but giggled.

"Yes, Master Luo, the slave house is going to prepare for you." Yang Qingyin took a blessing from the ancients, stood up, and kicked Luo Ziling with his hand again. "You hate guys, you know how to trick people."

Ye Xiaoli, who was on the side, hurriedly took this opportunity to slip out of the room, and went to prepare things for them first.

Yang Qingyin and Luo Ziling didn't avoid her, and they blatantly showed their emotions in front of her. Ye Xiaoli felt a little embarrassed while happy for them. She was also thinking that both of them dared to do this in front of her, and what would happen to them if she were not there.

Of course, she also sincerely hopes that the two can finally get together. They are a perfect match for a handsome man and a beautiful girl, and no one can better describe them by their appearance.

Yang Qingyin and Ye Xiaoli prepared brushes for Luo Ziling and laid out rice paper.

These things were the first things Yang Qingyin prepared. She practiced calligraphy and painting every day, so she had to use her study in the house.

After preparing the pen and ink, Luo Ziling Shi Shiran stood still, picked up the pen and dipped the ink, and swiped a poem.

"There are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent. Take care of Qingrencheng, and then take care of Qingren's country..."

Seeing the poem written by Luo Ziling, Yang Qingyin couldn't help blushing, and said, "How to write this poem?"

"The words given to you, this poem is a perfect match for you." After Luo Ziling finished writing the poem very coolly, he put his pen aside, looked at the words on the paper with satisfaction, and said with complacency: "Writing consciously It’s the best word, and the status is very important, haha!"

Yang Qingyin was extremely happy, but his face was angry, "I hate it, don't write such a nasty poem, change it." Then, he asked Ye Xiaoli to the words that did not completely dry the ink. Take it aside.

After the two men took a corner and carefully put the words "A Beautiful Woman in the North" aside, they urged Luo Ziling to continue writing.

"Well, I'll write another random song, but I can't be dissatisfied." Luo Ziling naturally agreed.

He picked up the pen, and after thinking about it again, he wrote another word in a very fast speed with his best line.

This time I wrote Liu Yong's masterpiece "Yulin Lin".

"Where is the wine sober tonight? Yangliu An, Xiaofengwan Yue," after writing ~www.NovelMTL.com~ Luo Ziling pointed to a few sentences in this word and said with a smile: "This is my favorite mood. At midnight, I woke up from a hangover and found myself lying on the bank of the willows, accompanied by the dawn and the waning moon, how beautiful."

But Yang Qingyin's face changed after seeing this word. She looked at Luo Ziling very seriously and asked softly: "You don't know, what is said here is parting, is it very sad? The word is Liu Sanbian's goodbye to his lover, passionate and hurting the parting since ancient times, and it is even more so cold and cold. Is it appropriate for you to give me such a word?"

"Hey, I said, don't do that. I didn't mean anything else. I just thought of this word suddenly. I think where to wake up tonight, Yang Liuan, Xiaofeng and the waning moon are beautiful." Luo Ziling couldn't think of it, Yang Qing Yin would actually be upset by a poem, feeling a little at a loss, "Since you don't like it, then I will tear it up."

"Forget it, since you have written it, just keep it," Yang Qingyin grabbed Luo Ziling's hand, "the word is good, a rare masterpiece. I asked Xiaoli to mount the previous word in the room. Put it in the room!"

Seeing Yang Qingyin's strong smile, Luo Ziling suddenly had a bad feeling.

Why did you think of writing such words today?

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