Seeking love through marriage: Mr. is too arrogant

Jiang Manxue is full of fighting spirit, as if she has a new goal in her life.

She quickly got out of bed and went to the bathroom to tidy herself up. Due to her physical condition, she just scrubbed it a little bit, but it didn't take long, about 10 to [-] minutes before she came out of the bathroom in cotton pajamas.

I found a small rabbit apron to wear and went to the studio.

The painting utensils and paints in the studio were all new, and they were carefully prepared at first glance. Jiang Manxue's fingers stroked them lightly, and his heart was moved again.

Only Fu Qingye can always support the dream he pursues, and spare no effort to prepare everything for himself.

What virtue and ability she has, what virtue and ability she has...

There was an unreasonable panic in my heart, if one day Fu Qingye also...leaves me, how will I deal with myself then?
She took a deep breath, forced herself to get rid of distracting thoughts, and started to draw.

She drew a picture of a spirit deer. Gu Yitong just copied this painting with smooth strokes and bold and bright colors.

However, a fake is a fake after all.

All she has to do now is to return herself to the throne!
Strange to say, since she signed the divorce agreement with Lu Sichen and gave up the shares, she felt a lot more relaxed, and there was no procrastination in her writing, as if she had reached a new level.

Reborn, but that's all.

It is said that the thoughts and thoughts of the painter will be revealed in the painting. Seeing the different painting style from before, she felt more and more delighted.

Compared with before, she likes herself now and the paintings she draws now.

After the spirit deer painting was completed, Jiang Manxue took off her small apron, packed up the paint, and left the studio, wandering into the living room.

In the living room, Fu Qingye was sitting on the sofa, with his left leg pressed against his right leg. This casual sitting posture gave him a different taste from others. It was leisurely but elegant, and his brows were full of dignity.

At this time, his suit jacket has been taken off, and he only has a simple white shirt on his body.

Armani's white shirt looks unpretentious, but there is luxury hidden in the lines and details, low-key and charming.

The cuffs of his shirt are slightly rolled up, and the top two buttons of the shirt have been undone, in a very relaxed posture.

He watched Jiang Manxue come out, closed the laptop in his hand immediately, stood up and faced her, "Did you finish the painting? Come, sit down."

Jiang Manxue pursed her lips and smiled lightly. For some reason, she wanted to laugh when she saw Fu Qingye now, as if she could laugh anytime and anywhere, and she would fly up in joy.

"What's the matter? What are you doing here? Watching a movie?"

"Wait for me." Fu Qingye gently stroked the hair on the top of her head, got up and walked towards the other side of the room, but after a while, he came out with a small bowl.

"En?" Jiang Manxue blinked suspiciously, "What is this?"

"Come on, drink it, and warm your body." Fu Qingye handed the bowl to Jiang Manxue's hand with a soft voice and a smile in his eyes.

Brown sugar ginger juice, the color is extremely clear, against the small white porcelain bowl, Jiang Manxue couldn't take his eyes off for a while, and couldn't tell whether it was because of the brown sugar water or something else.

She suppressed the turbulent emotions in her heart, turned her head to look at Fu Qingye and asked knowingly: "You made this? Is it delicious?"

Looking at her sly eyes, Fu Qingye couldn't help smiling, softening the slightly cold lines of his face.

It has been a long time since these eyes have such a sly expression in front of him. The round eyes, soaked in water, look like cats, scratching his heart one after another, making people want to hug her and kiss her.

His voice softened unconsciously, "Drink it quickly, you won't be able to drink it when it gets cold."

Jiang Manxue smiled so that her eyes bent towards the crescent moon, "Okay."

Sipping the brown sugar water in small sips, the sweet taste penetrated straight into his heart, and he sighed in satisfaction.

Fu Qingye got up and took out a velvet box from the coat hanging on the side, opened the box, and there was a clear sound.

Jiang Manxue looked up curiously, and it turned out to be a string of wind chimes, a very simple style, all connected in series by colorful shells.

Ding ding, ding ding.

"Like it?" Fu Qingye tilted his head slightly, his backlight was light, his face was handsome and elegant, his voice echoed the sound of wind chimes in an instant, as if it could bring you into a dream.

People can't wait to just drown in this dream and sleep forever.

He turned on the TV again, and "Gone with the Wind" happened to be playing on the TV.

The protagonist's lines just come to this point.

Whatever comes, I'll love you, just as Idonow. Until Idie.
No matter what happens, I will love you as much as I do now and forever.

Jiang Manxue just sat on the sofa with her legs crossed, her two white and tender feet were exposed, full of fun.She held a small bowl in both hands, drinking brown sugar water, and the sound of wind chimes in her ears was melodious, as if in a dream, or as if she was traveling between distant mountains and seas of clouds.

The dialogue on TV warms your heart, and the man standing on one side also warms your heart.

At that moment, she suddenly understood that sentence.

You are my warm gloves, cold beer, sun-kissed shirt, day after day dream.

She silently agreed with that line in her heart, well, she thought so too.

She took a sip of brown sugar water, looked at Fu Qingye, her eyes were as crooked as the moon with a smile, and the same goes for the falling stars.

Well, no matter what happens, I will love you as much as I do now and forever.

Fu Qingye walked to the other side, and said as he walked, "Drink it quickly, it will make you sick if you drink it when it's cold."

"Where are you going... Gululu...?" Jiang Manxue said indistinctly, looking at Fu Qingye's back with brown sugar water in her mouth.

Fu Qingye didn't reply, just walked to the other side of the room.

Jiang Manxue was a little curious about where Fu Qingye had gone, so she got up and walked over after taking a few sips of brown sugar water.

Cotton slippers stepped on the floor, making a rustling sound. She put the small white porcelain bowl in the kitchen, and was about to turn on the tap to rinse the bowl, but was stopped by Fu Qingye behind her.

"Don't move, stand up."

Fu Qingye's shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. He stepped into the kitchen a few steps, took the bowl, and the water slid across the bowl with a soft sound.

"It will be fine after I wash it." Jiang Manxue was a little surprised, but also a little dumbfounded.

It's just washing the dishes, what's wrong with Fu Qingye.

Fu Qingye wiped the water off the bowl with a cotton cloth and put it in the cupboard with a serious opening.

"You can't dip in cold water now, it's not good for you."

Jiang Manxue was taken aback for a moment, and after a while, her face flushed red, so hot that she almost burned herself.

It turned out that he was still thinking about her 'big aunt', my God, what kind of feeling is this, embarrassing and embarrassing, but there is a little happiness in his heart.

His shoulders suddenly became extremely generous, as if they could support her entire sky.