Chatper 218 (1/2)

It took Qin Muchen several days to finish the painting.

In the past few days, Su Ziyue served him tea and water and cooked food graciously, transforming herself into a gentle and skillful little wife.

However, the food she cooks...

Qin Muchen picked up a chopstick of vegetables and put them into his mouth, chewed them decisively twice, and then swallowed them without changing his face.

Fortunately, today's dish just forgot to put salt.

After eating scallion oil fish for three consecutive days, Su Ziyue began to try to cook other dishes.

It's just that every time there are one or two dishes that forget to put oil or salt, or there are too many ingredients.

He originally wanted to cook by himself, but Su Ziyue insisted on being so attentive, so he didn't refuse.

"How is it?" Seeing Qin Mu eating without changing his face, Su Ziyue was not sure how the food was cooked today.

Qin Mushen glanced at her indifferently, and changed the subject: "I finished the painting, and put it in the study, and someone will come to frame it in the afternoon."

"En." Su Ziyue nodded, with joy in her eyes.

Qin Muchen curled his lips, and ate all the dish that he forgot to put salt in.

...

After dinner, Su Ziyue went to Qin Muchen's study.

It's just that when she saw the painting, she angrily wanted to go downstairs to find Qin Muchen to settle the score.

"how?"

Just as Qin Muchen opened the door and came in, Su Ziyue bumped into his arms.

He quickly reached out to support her and stabilize her figure.

Su Ziyue withdrew from his arms with dissatisfaction on her face.

She didn't speak, and took Qin Muchen to the desk, pointed to the painting on it and said, "I asked you to draw it like this?"

"Isn't that good?" Qin Muchen looked at the painting above, his eyes flashed with satisfaction.

A woman with long curly hair in a red dress put her hands on the chest of a man in a black suit, raised her head slightly to look at the man, her eyes were full of lingering, lingering love.

And the man in the black suit had one arm around her waist, the other on her slender hand on his chest, with an expression of about to kiss her...

What the whole painting shows is lingering and nostalgic, with a strong atmosphere of ambiguity and ambiguity.

Su Ziyue stared at it for a while, and felt her face was hot, so she hurriedly turned her head away.

She exclaimed, "It's not the same as the one on the card!"

Qin Muchen put his arm around her waist, rolled her into his arms, grabbed her hand with his free hand, and imitated the pose in the painting, letting her palm press his chest.

Qin Mushen looked down at her, and said nonsense solemnly: "The picture on the card can't be imagined or felt, so I can't draw it."

"Then how could you draw it before!"

Su Ziyue raised her head, wanting to stare at him bitterly, but she was caught off guard by his dark eyes that were as deep as a whirlpool.

Qin Muchen approached slowly.

Su Ziyue's voice sounded so close to him, it seemed very ethereal: "Your expression is exactly the same as in the painting, I just want to..."

The word "kiss you" was interrupted by the sudden ringtone of the mobile phone.

Su Ziyue quickly pushed him away to answer the phone.

...

It was Su Youcheng who called, and she vaguely heard Su Yige's voice on the other end.

"Come back for a meal when you have time."

Probably because of what happened last time, Su Youcheng's voice was particularly cold.

Su Ziyue chuckled: "Then, we'll talk when we have time."

Su Youcheng on the other end choked, held his breath, and spoke again after a while: "Come back for dinner tonight, if you don't have time, arrange a time."

When the voice fell, the phone was hung up.