Seeking love through marriage: Mr. is too arrogant

Jiang Manxue pointed into the room while talking.

"In the room?" Chen Xiaolu's eyes widened, not understanding what Jiang Manxue was trying to trick. "You can't hide a man in it, can you?"

"..." Hearing her nonsense, Jiang Manxue couldn't laugh or cry.

Without waiting for Chen Xiaolu to say any more 'shocking' words, she took the lead in pushing open the door.

Immediately afterwards, what came into Chen Xiaolu's sight was a flat bed without any wrinkles, a fluffy carpet, neatly arranged Jiang Manxue's personal items, a gauze curtain that was blown by the wind, and...

The easel placed near the balcony covered by a silk scarf.

When Chen Xiaolu saw that the easel was covered by a silk scarf, his first reaction was exactly the same as that of Fu Qingye.

"Xiaoxue..." Chen Xiaolu turned to look at Jiang Manxue with an obvious sad expression. "Are you really not going to paint any more?"

Jiang Manxue was taken aback. "Why do you ask that?"

"If you didn't really plan to paint anymore, why would you cover the easel with a silk scarf?" Chen Xiaolu looked very sad. "You are obviously so talented, it's really a pity to give up like this. You can think about it again, okay?"

Even when Chen Xiaolu tried to persuade, she still carried her unique seriousness and care.I'm afraid that Jiang Manxue will be pushed into a hurry, which will make her even more disgusted and resistant.

"You think I covered the easel because I don't want to see it again?" Jiang Manxue finally understood Chen Xiaolu's worry.

When she said that, Chen Xiaolu naturally realized that something was wrong.

"Is not it?"

Jiang Manxue sighed helplessly. "of course not."

Saying so, she walked over, stretched out her hand and took off the silk scarf.

While doing these things, she kept her back to Chen Xiaolu.Talking to her in a low voice, there was a trace of tension in the voice, as well as imperceptible shyness.

"Actually, I didn't plan to show it to anyone before I finished it. But, seeing you worry about me so much, I'm really sorry. So..."

As Jiang Manxue said, she fully grasped the silk scarf in her hand, then turned sideways so that Chen Xiaolu could see her drawing board clearly.

Then, Chen Xiaolu widened his eyes, and opened his mouth involuntarily in surprise.

Jiang Manxue looked at her expression for more than ten seconds.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Xiaolu let out a high-pitched scream.

"Wow! Xiaoxue! Did you draw this? Can you draw? Are your hands okay?!"

Not counting screaming, she rushed over and hugged Jiang Manxue tightly, jumping and jumping.With that excited and happy look, people who didn't know it thought that the painting was made by her.

Jiang Manxue was hugged by her, and was forced to dance and dance with her, also smiling happily.

After finally calming down Chen Xiaolu's agitated mood temporarily, Jiang Manxue opened her mouth to explain.

"It's true that I drew it. It's just that the drawing is not good." She licked her somewhat dry lips, only to feel the long-lost tension sweeping her whole body again. "As you said, I can't draw with my right hand anymore, and I can't even hold a pen. But, I still have my left hand. Although I haven't specially trained, my left hand can't write or draw. But at least, It doesn't tremble when I try to control it."

Chen Xiaolu tightly covered his mouth, his eyes were sparkling, as if they were already full of tears.

"Besides, I'm really not angry with Fu Qingye. In fact, what he said is quite right. All along, I was unwilling to face it. I'm cowardly, I shrink back. It's just because..." Jiang Manxue said His voice suddenly choked up. "I'm just afraid that I will never be able to paint again from now on."

Jiang Manxue bit her lip hard.

Now it's only her and Chen Xiaolu here, she is not afraid of losing face, nor is she afraid of expressing her heart in front of her.

"What Fu Qingye said is absolutely right. I'm a coward. I'm afraid that once I can't even control my left hand and can't draw, it will be like a sentence, and I can no longer hold a paintbrush."

With wet eyes, Chen Xiaolu shook his head vigorously.She held Jiang Manxue's hand tightly.

"You are not a coward. Xiaoxue, you are the bravest and strongest girl I have ever seen. You are so good, so if God closes a door for you, he will open many, many windows for you."

When Jiang Manxue spoke just now, she was also a little choked up, but now she was instantly amused by Chen Xiaolu.

"So, last night I found that I could control my left hand. When I found that my hand trembled uncontrollably at all, Xiaolu, do you know how happy I am?"

"I know, I know!" Chen Xiaolu wiped away his tears. "Surely as happy as the first time I didn't burn the dish!"

Chen Xiaolu was so happy for Jiang Manxue.She couldn't help but hugged her and danced for a while before she finally stabilized.

"Xiaolu, I am very grateful that you care about me so much. So I will definitely agree to your request. I promise you, I will definitely draw a picture for you. It's just that I can't draw well now, and my left hand has not been trained , the balance and stability are not good. So, although I painted all night yesterday, I can only paint to this extent at most.”

Jiang Manxue's eyes fell on the drawing paper, and she rubbed the lines with her eyes, her expression became extremely soft.

"I have to practice for a while. If you don't mind, can you give me more time to practice hard? After I finish practicing, I will definitely pack and give you the first successful work I drew. "

Chen Xiaolu nodded immediately: "Of course!"

Then, she ran over and made a serious circle around the easel.

"However, I really think you draw really well. If I, let alone my left hand, even my dominant hand, I can't draw a tenth of your size."

Jiang Manxue had no choice but to let her continue to sugar-coat herself with her sweet mouth.

Chen Xiaolu stood in front of the easel and looked at it for a while, then suddenly called out.

"Huh?" She leaned closer as if she had discovered a new world, looked at the drawing board seriously for a long time, and asked excitedly, "Xiaoxue, are you... well drawn by Mr. Fu?"

"..."

In an instant, Jiang Manxue's cheeks flushed red.

The pink color spread from both sides of the cheeks to the tips of the ears.

"No, of course not!" She replied quickly, then walked over quickly, shook off the silk scarf, and wanted to put it back on the easel.

Chen Xiaolu immediately stopped her: "It must be! You are blushing!"

"I said no, it's really not!"

"I don't believe it, take your hand away and let me take another look."

"No! I, I won't show it to others until I finish the painting!"

"..."