Seeking love through marriage: Mr. is too arrogant

Fu Qingye was walking in front, the evening breeze blew by, and the faintly cold cedar fragrance drifted to the tip of Jiang Manxue's nose with the wind, Jiang Manxue couldn't help wrinkling her little nose, sniffing, unconsciously thinking in her mind, Little deer, it's so intimate.

Fu Qingye seemed to know what she was thinking, and suddenly turned his head slightly and said, "Xiaolu is the child of an old friend, you will know it later, don't think about it."

Jiang Manxue blushed instantly, lowered her head and replied, "Who is thinking wildly..."

Fu Qingye entered the door and took off his suit jacket. The Filipino maid on the side had already prepared it. He stepped forward to take it and hung it on the hanger on the side. While changing shoes, he said softly: "What do you think, I will see it at a glance." I can see it on your face."

It is true that Jiang Manxue has never been a person who can't hide things.

She is not good at lying.

Fu Qingye's words suddenly reminded Jiang Manxue, she hurriedly turned and ran upstairs, impetuously, as if trying to avoid it.

"Hey, what are you running away from eating pineapples?"

Jiang Manxue said without looking back, "I won't eat."

She went back to the bedroom, closed the door, and locked the door like a thief, again and again, twice.

It wasn't until she made sure that the lock was really locked that she let out a deep breath.

She saw the easels and stools still placed on the balcony, her eyes narrowed, and she slowly walked over. The surrounding flowers were still in full bloom, as if they would never wither. This is undoubtedly an extremely beautiful balcony. A thoughtful balcony.

Sitting in front of her easel, she felt both calm and turbulent.

Quietly, she saw the familiar easel again, and what was surging was Fu Qingye's words that slipped out of her lips inadvertently just now.

She is a person who can't hide things on her face.

He was so sure.

Jiang Manxue laughed suddenly, a silent smile leaked from the corner of her lips, it was not joyful, but bitter, and she was faintly laughing at herself.

"You must not know that I can hide a secret, a big secret." She said to herself.

She was going to be a thief and steal important things from him. If he found out, he would be very angry.

Surrounded by a feast of flowers and brocades, she sat in it at first, but her body and mind were tormented like a raging fire.

The pencils that fell on the ground had been picked up at some point, and placed in the pencil case, and placed side by side with those pencils of different models. The broken lead was nowhere to be found, and someone re-sharpened it. Sharpen the nib very neatly.

At the foot is a blooming cornflower, light pink in color, with a simple ignorant appearance.

Jiang Manxue looked at it and suddenly thought of that painting, that burning sunflower.

It was her work when she was young, and she drew it with impulsiveness. It contained all her emotions, enthusiasm, and love, the love Lu Sichen... gave.

Fu Qingye said that if she draws a painting of the same style, she can prove who the owner of the painting is, but she knows that Jiang Manxue knows in her heart... It is impossible for her to draw such a passionate painting.

Only now did she realize that those burning sunflowers were the end of her youth.

Now... she doesn't even have the courage to hold a pen.

In the courtyard, Fu Qingye was watering the flowers. He seemed to like doing such things very much. He was obviously a very busy person, but he always sneaked away to do these trivial things, unlike Lu Sichen.

Lu Sichen never wastes time on unnecessary things, and the word "playing things and losing one's mind" is far away from him.

He is like a precisely set robot, doing things according to the plan every moment, without any deviation.

From the balcony, Jiang Manxue could see the courtyard at a glance. Jiang Manxue also naturally saw Fu Qingye who was watering the flowers. Unknowingly, they compared the two.

This is really too dangerous a thing.

A lot of cross-boundary things originate from reverie.

Fu Qingye was holding a water bottle in his hand, and his shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. He looked up and saw Jiang Manxue sitting on the balcony, and suddenly shouted: "Jiang Manxue, are you sitting there quietly peeping, do you want to draw me?"

Jiang Manxue's ears turned red, and she retorted loudly, "I didn't."

No peeping, no trying to paint you.

Fu Qingye waved his hand and continued to water the flowers, "Draw it, the veal steak has to be fried for a while, and I'll ask you to come down to eat it when it's done, don't worry that you won't be able to eat it."

Jiang Manxue was a little annoyed, she pursed her lips and muttered, "I'm not worried that I won't be able to eat."

For some reason, after Fu Qingye interrupted her depressed mood, she suddenly got better.She looked at the pencils in the pencil case beside her, and suddenly had the courage to pick them up again.

"Draw as you please, whoever is afraid of whom."

She picked up a pen and began to sketch on the drawing paper, drawing the outline of the cornflower, and the figure of a man behind the outline of the cornflower...

Just sketched a little shape, the fingers began to twitch, it was an unbearable pain, and began to tremble sharply, Jiang Manxue endured it, gritting her teeth calmly, not wanting to stop.

She couldn't stop, and once she stopped, she couldn't draw any more.

The fingers trembled uncontrollably, and the lines drawn by the brush began to deviate. Jiang Manxue suddenly pressed her trembling right wrist with her left hand, and she pleaded, "Don't shake, really...don't shake anymore."

However, it is futile after all.

The pencil slipped from his fingers again and fell to the floor.

Cornflowers fluttered in the wind, among the clusters of flowers, Jiang Manxue sat silently, like a withering wild flower.

Chen Xiaolu was jumping in the courtyard, beckoning to her, "Miss Jiang, come down to eat quickly, the thick soup is ready, and the veal steak is also ready..."

Her shout is very emotional, like those little friends in childhood waving their hands to invite you to eat together, very moving and fireworks.

Jiang Manxue stood up, nodded to Chen Xiaolu, "Got it, I'll be here right away."

Looking at the crooked lines on the easel, she suddenly laughed at herself, then tore off the drawing paper, crumpled it up and threw it into the trash can beside her.

Garbage, only deserves to stay in the trash can, this is the correct answer.

There was a sound of opening the door, and then it closed again, leaving only the clusters of flowers in full bloom on the balcony and the somewhat lonely easel.

After a few minutes, someone entered the room, walked to the balcony, picked up the crumpled piece of drawing paper from the trash can, slowly unfolded it, carefully smoothed out the wrinkles, looked at it for a long, long time, and then carefully Fold it and put it in your pocket.

Only the blooming cornflowers know, only the stars after nightfall know, only the night wind knows...

How precious was that person to put this drawing paper in his pocket.

As always.