367. Painting the President as a Ferocious Monster
"Ms. Mi, have you finished the first draft?" There was a slight knock on the door.www
Mi Xiaomi stretched out her hand and drew a long line on the paper.
After taking a closer look, I was stunned. Why did she draw such a picture?
In the painting, she hugs Xiaomi and runs away in a hurry...
And behind them, there is a demon chasing them.[
The demon has the body of a white tiger and wolf-like claws. It looks like a huge monster!
However, the face of this monster is actually Li Juehuang!
The most terrifying thing is that he actually has a pair of blood-red eyes, and blood is still pouring out of the corners of his eyes...
Under his feet were dense bloody footprints.
And one of his sharp claws was grabbing Mi Xiaomi's left shoulder. A piece of flesh was torn off from her left shoulder. It was bloody and bloody, and looked so terrifying under the light...
That long line just penetrates the heart of the giant beast and connects to Mi Xiaomi's heart...
No matter how weird it looks!
Fortunately, she only had a black pen, so all the blood was shown by shadows.
If it were really painted, this painting would definitely scare people to death if it were hung up in the middle of the night!
Mi Xiaomi crumpled the painting into a ball, "No, it's not good, give me another five minutes..."
There was a bang as the door was kicked in from the outside.
The bodyguards walked towards her in stride, holding up the connected mobile phones in their hands, and Li Juehuang's cold voice came from the mobile phone.
"Time is up!"
Mi Xiaomi hurriedly threw the piece of dough-shaped paper under the sofa, and deliberately kicked it in with her foot...
"I can't write without a guitar today!"
"..." On the other end, there was silence for a while, and then there was the sound of dull breathing.
The bodyguard quickly answered, "I just bought the guitar..."
"Then start writing now, I'll give you an hour!" Li Juehuang seemed very angry.
Mi Xiaomi pouted, wondering why he had epilepsy.[
"One hour is not enough..."
"Mi Xiaomi, stop bargaining with me!"
Li Juehuang on the other end seemed to be suppressing all his anger. He couldn't write lyrics without a guitar? Did she think he was a three-year-old child? He was obviously just making excuses!
"Hey, there is a painting here..." A bodyguard picked up the paper on the ground from the other end of the sofa and spread it out.
"Don't look!" Mi Xiaomi felt that the sky suddenly turned dark, why did she overdo it? She covered her eyes with an extremely embarrassed expression.
"What's the painting?!" On the other end, Li Juehuang's voice was cold.
"No, it's nothing. It's just scribbling. It's not a birthday present for you anyway!"
As Mi Xiaomi said this, she jumped up and took the painting away from the bodyguard when he was unaware.
"Who is that for?" On the other end, Li Juehuang's voice was obviously filled with a heavier layer of resentment.
"I won't give it to anyone. I drew it out of boredom!"
"You have time to draw out of boredom, but you don't have time to write lyrics for me?!" Li Juehuang became even more angry.
Mi Xiaomi was speechless for a moment and swallowed, "I can't hold it in..."
"Can't hold it in?" Is it difficult to praise him? On the other side, Li Juehuang's eyes dimmed.
"Anyway, I will give the lyrics to your bodyguard in an hour!" He cut off the phone and turned it off.
Mi Xiaomi's heart was beating fast. She didn't know why, but she felt like she had done something wrong.
Taking a deep breath, she didn't do anything bad. She just drew a picture. The person in the picture was not him, so why should she feel sorry for him?
Li Juehuang on the other end was suddenly hung up on, his face instantly paralyzed, and he dialed another bodyguard's cell phone with a cold voice.
"The painting must be obtained completely and delivered to me before twelve o'clock tonight!"