Because of tension, the tea cup was overturned, and the tea overflowed and spilled on the portrait.

"sorry Sorry"

Songling quickly put down the tea cup and wiped off the tea on the portrait with his hand.

Only at that moment, her hands froze suddenly--

"this is"

The woman in the portrait turned out to be Ling Luoyu.

She has been with her living ancestor for so many years and knows his habits.

When he painted portraits of women, he never painted faces.

But this time, she had the appearance of a woman.

And this woman, Ling Luoyu! !

The living ancestor's hand suddenly stopped at that moment, and his brows were obviously frowned unhappy.

"Songling, what's wrong with you?!"

"I"

"You've always done things straightforwardly. Why are you so busy today when you have never been so frivolous?!"

The living ancestor slowly put down his brush and looked at Songling who was packing up the portrait.

"Did something happen?!"

Song Ling's movements were obvious: "No...no..."

"Then you have something on your mind!!"

The living ancestor slowly raised his hand and pressed Songling's hand.

"Go ahead, what's wrong?!"

The moment his hand covered Songling's hand, her body trembled visibly, and she raised her head in horror.

"I"

She wants to say!

Want to follow Ling Luoyu's meaning, say all the words, desperately!

But when those words really came to my lips, I didn't know how to say it.

Especially under the gaze of his eyes, he didn't know what to say.

Her appearance made the living ancestors frown.

"What's wrong?! What's wrong?"

"It's okay..."

Song Ling suddenly withdrew his hand, and knelt down and sat there somewhat at a loss.

"Songling, you've never been like this... something must have happened! Say, what's wrong?!"

The more Song Ling kept silent, the more suspicious in the heart of the living ancestor.

"Isn't it... that bullying girl bullied you?!"

"Miss Ling..."

Song Ling's heart hurt suddenly and he raised his head suddenly.

"Isn't it Drunk Rouge?!"

The pupils of the living ancestor shrank inexplicably: "Song Ling...Drunk Rouge's name, can you also call it out?!"

Song Ling's heart seemed to be stabbed by something, and it was so painful: "Yes...her name, I don't deserve to be called, but now I want to know...who is the girl Ling I'm serving? !"

She lowered her eyes slowly, her eyes falling on the portrait.

"The living ancestor, you have painted a lifelong portrait, but today you suddenly have a look... and it's her look... What's the matter? Is it... really as she said, you treat her as a drunk rouge ?!"

"Since you already know, why ask again?!"

The eyes of the living ancestor were obviously unhappy.

"Songling, you have always been a cautious person, what happened today? Why are you so presumptuous!?"

"I'm not presumptuous, just to speak out the doubts in my heart... Living ancestor, in your heart... Who is she!?"

"Who has something to do with you? Are you qualified to ask the question?!"

The living ancestor suddenly swept his sleeves and wiped off everything on the table.

"Songling, you are becoming more and more presumptuous now..."

"I'm not presumptuous, I just want to know!!"

Song Ling's voice suddenly improved a lot, not at all the cowardly of the past.

"I want to know who she is yours... and me, who is yours..."