Chapter 1919 The Knife I Can’t Hold, You Can’t Let Go: Jin Yiwei 3

When you walk into the guest room, what you see is not a bed, but a table.

The space in the room is quite large, it is probably a first-class guest room.

"Sir, I put the kettle on the table. I'll take the empty kettle away with me." Xi Ying said as he moved.

"Bring the water over." The man said directly.

His voice was brighter than when he heard it just now, and was no longer so low and hoarse.

Of course, Xi Ying would not refuse a guest's request.

She picked up the kettle and poured a cup of hot water. She carried the teacup in one hand and the kettle in the other.

Pushing open the bead curtain with her body, Xi Ying saw the man sitting on the bench painting.

Honestly, what the hell did he draw!

So damn ugly!

"Sir, hot water." Xi Ying handed the water glass to the man.

The man then put down the brush in his hand, turned to look at Xi Ying, and at the same time reached out to take the water glass.

When he raised his head, Xi Ying saw his face.

He is a very handsome man.

His eyebrows are gentle and his facial features are not sharp. He doesn't look like a ruthless Jin Yiwei.

"Thank you." He said after taking the water glass from Xi Ying's hand.

Xi Ying was even more surprised.

Aren’t all Jin Yiwei arrogant and domineering? After all, they have great power, very great power. Except for the hierarchy among the emperor and the royal guards, their attitude towards ordinary people is not very good.

This is the extreme sense of confidence you will have after becoming a Jinyiwei.

But this man...

That doesn't seem to be the case?

"You're welcome, sir, this is what I should do." Xi Ying lowered her eyes slightly.

No matter what, she had to leave here quickly.

Maybe this Jin Yiwei is good at disguising his true inner emotions.

Anyway, Jin Yiwei is not someone to be trifled with. Just like Fatty said, try not to have contact with him if you can.

"If there's nothing else, then I'm leaving."

"have."

"May I ask, sir, if there is anything else you can do?"

"sit down."

Xi Ying raised her head: "Huh?"

After taking a sip of water, the man put the water glass aside and stretched out his hand to pull a bench in front of Xi Ying's legs.

"Sit down," he repeated, picking up the brush again.

"Oh." Xi Ying lowered her eyebrows and sat down.

"I need someone to pour me water. I don't have time." The man's eyes were focused on the painting in front of him, and he took some time to explain.

"Okay, since it's your guest's need, I'm bound to do it."

Isn't it just flattering, isn't it just following his words?

Who wouldn't?

After all, the Oscar for the leading actress is not for nothing.

After that, the man didn't speak anymore.

He is like a master obsessed with ink painting, sketching out the world in his imagination stroke by stroke.

Xi Ying occasionally looked up at his painting.

Once you take one look at it, you don’t want to look at it a second time.

This man's painting is far less pleasing to the eye than his face.

Xi Ying used to be a spiritual painter in a plane, and her painting skills have certainly reached the level of perfection.

As for the man's paintings, Xi Ying is not bragging. The paintings she drew with her eyes closed are better than his.

Therefore, Xi Ying kept staring at the water glass in the man's hand. When the water was half drunk, she quickly added water.

Her tasks are so dull and boring.

Just when she was about to fall asleep, she suddenly heard a man's voice above her head.