Seeking love through marriage: Mr. is too arrogant

The cigarette butt has been completely extinguished, no scarlet, no smoke.

Jiang Manxue was the only one left on the corridor. She leaned her head against the wall, her back was slightly bent, and her slightly messy hair covered her entire face.

After a long time, her feet seemed to be numb, and she staggered. She quickly supported the wall with her hands, and slowly moved forward step by step.

On the dining table, the baked snails are smelling fragrant. Fu Qingye is holding the snails with tongs in one hand, and taking out the snail meat with a double-pronged fork in the other hand. Perfect with burgundy snails.

Jiang Manxue sat down in silence, and mechanically picked up the shrimp in front of her.

"It's cold, don't eat." Fu Qingye said suddenly.

Jiang Manxue shook her head, and replied softly: "It's okay, it's delicious even when it's cold."

Fu Qingye neither comforted nor said much, but just reached out and took away the shrimp in front of her, "I have a bad stomach, don't eat it."

Jiang Manxue looked up at Fu Qingye, pursed her lips and remained silent.

In fact, she is really not surprised by Fu Qingye's words now. Since he can investigate her, he can naturally know everything about her.

Fu Qingye ordered another serving of prawns.

"No need." Jiang Manxue refused, "I'll just have some soup."

Fu Qingye turned a deaf ear to her words, and while sandwiching the snail meat, said: "You don't eat snails."

Jiang Manxue was silent, she really didn't like eating snails.

It originated from the fact that she happily caught a snail home when she was a child. It was the first time she saw a live snail. She was so happy that she couldn't express it. She even put it next to her pillow and fell asleep watching it.

result……

The snail was crushed to death by itself.

When I woke up the next morning, it was horrible and I cried for half an hour.

She was so obsessed with the snail that was crushed to death, she was even full of guilt, so much so that she wanted to apologize for every snail she saw in the future, let alone eat it...

It is impossible to eat!

Xu Shi remembered this interesting past, and Jiang Manxue relaxed a lot.

The prawns that came up again were still shelled by Fu Qingye. She wanted to peel them herself, but Fu Qingye stopped her with a single sentence, "Didn't you just wash your hands?"

Shrimp tastes so good, and the sense of happiness that food gives people can temporarily forget all unpleasantness.

The meal finally tasted a bit better, and it was less depressed.

When dessert was served, Fu Qingye put down the tableware in his hands. He didn't like sweets, so he just watched Jiang Manxue eat.

Dessert is an Opera Cake, which in layman's terms is an almond cream cake with coffee syrup and chocolate.

Jiang Manxue is addicted to sweetness. She needs a little sugar for milk and red bean porridge. She will give some sugar to anyone who can taste sweetness. This is her habit since she was a child, and she can't change it when she grows up.

The reason why I can’t change it after adulthood is probably because life is too bitter, and I can only find a little sweetness in these places.

The arrangement of the small cake was so delicate that Jiang Manxue couldn't bear to take the first bite with a spoon.

Fu Qingye was amused by her cautious look, he didn't laugh exaggeratedly, but the smile infiltrated in his eyes, with a feeling of intimacy, "Hurry up, it's almost two o'clock, I have to go to the company after eating. "

"Oh..." Jiang Manxue took the first mouthful, and it melted in the mouth. It wasn't that sticky cream, but just the right amount of sweetness, with a silky texture.

Jiang Manxue almost narrowed her happy eyes.

At this happy moment, Fu Qingye suddenly asked: "How is your painting going?"

'Gudong'...

Jiang Manxue swallowed a mouthful of the cake, with round eyes, a little dazed, "What?"

"The easel on the balcony, aren't you painting? How is the painting going?" Fu Qingye's words were very gentle, with an extremely reassuring calm.

Jiang Manxue lowered her eyes, and suddenly felt that the sweet taste in her mouth had faded a lot.

Fu Qingye continued: "Didn't you say that you painted that sunflower? You have to draw another one to prove it."

Jiang Manxue was silent for a while, as if she was weighing and struggling in her heart...

In the end, she still raised her eyes, looked at Fu Qingye and said seriously: "I can't draw anymore, I can't draw anymore."

This is the first time she has voluntarily spoken about it to other people.

I took the initiative to admit myself, and I can no longer paint, and I can no longer hold a paintbrush.

"Why?" Fu Qingye asked in a calm tone, as if he was not surprised by Jiang Manxue's words.

Jiang Manxue put down the small spoon in her hand, a bitter smile spread from her lips, and there was a bit of self-mockery in her words.

"My right hand is injured, so it's not suitable for holding a paintbrush."

"Really?" Fu Qingye frowned slightly, "What do you mean it's not suitable for holding a paintbrush?"

Jiang Manxue raised her right hand, her fingers were slender and white as jade, "This hand looks normal. It can hold chopsticks, a knife and fork, but it can't hold a paintbrush."

"Painting requires not only perseverance for a long time, but also precise control of the strength of the fingers, and now... I have neither." She moved her fingers, and the sunlight outside the glass window also flew between her fingers, It looks very agile.

Fu Qingye suddenly reached out and grabbed Jiang Manxue's fingers, like a hunter, suddenly caught a flying butterfly.

The shock at that moment stunned Jiang Manxue.

There was a sudden heat in his hands, and he just patted her fingers like that.

Fu Qingye's palm was so big that it seemed to be able to wrap around her palm at once, and Jiang Manxue was a little stunned by the heat of his palm.

It was obvious that Fu Qingye looked very cold and stern, but the temperature of his palm was unexpectedly scorching hot, not the cold touch as imagined.

Jiang Manxue wanted to withdraw her fingers, but Fu Qingye didn't let go, and even tightened her grip slightly.

His voice was very low, with a different kind of temptation, "Why do you say that? Why do you say that you have neither?"

Jiang Manxue couldn't pull back her finger, so she could only blushed, and said bravely: "I have been injured and have sequelae, I can't hold the paintbrush for a long time, as long as it exceeds 10 minutes, I will have cramps and pain. "

As she spoke, she chuckled lightly, and said in a self-deprecating way: "When it hurts, I can't even draw a straight line. What else can I draw?"

The basis of a painting is lines, and she can't even draw lines, let alone a whole painting.

Fu Qingye nodded, "Oh, so..."

He let go of his palm, letting go of Jiang Manxue's right hand and letting Jiang Manxue breathe a sigh of relief.

Before she could utter the breath, Fu Qingye suddenly grabbed her left hand and slowly pulled it in front of her.

His movements were very slow, with a kind of careful gentleness, Jiang Manxue couldn't help holding his breath.

He lowered his head slightly, and gently kissed the back of her left hand with his thin lips, extremely pious.

He said, "Jiang Manxue, you still have your left hand."