Seeking love through marriage: Mr. is too arrogant

Lisa tilted her head and let out a 'meow' with some grievances. Finally, she took a pitiful look at Jiang Manxue, turned around and got into her den, still facing Fu Qingye with her butt.

After settling Lisa, Fu Qingye brought Jiang Manxue to the dining room, where a bowl of hot soup was on the table.

"Drink it quickly, Mama Wu made keel soup."

Fu Qingye pulled out the chair and guided Jiang Manxue to sit down. The muffled sound of the chair scraping the floor was very clear in the quiet dining room.

Fu Qingye put the spoon into Jiang Manxue's bowl, sat down opposite to her, and said softly: "Mama Wu is from Cantonese, and her skill in making soup is superb, try it, and go to rest after drinking, yours The room is on the second floor, and Mama Wu has already tidied it up."

Jiang Manxue originally wanted to refuse in her heart, and she even had an excuse in her mouth, and she was going to leave here later, but she suddenly came home with Fu Qingye for no apparent reason, and she still lives here, what's going on.

She still has a sense of shame, how could she just live in a man's house for no reason.

How can such a place with private significance be easily set foot on?Last time she was drunk and unconscious, but this time she is very sober, so she can't be like this again.

But this bowl of hot keel soup was right in front of her, steaming, faintly fragrant, extremely rich, like the warmest salvation in a winter night, and it was impossible to refuse.

She swallowed the words she wanted to say from her throat uselessly, picked up the spoon and started to drink the soup.

The keel soup tastes very good, and the fragrance of lotus seeds is faintly sweet, which instantly makes people very satisfied.

Fu Qingye also started to drink the soup. There was no sound of talking at the dinner table for a while, only the crisp sound of the spoon hitting the porcelain bowl occasionally, it was very peaceful and peaceful.

A floor lamp, dim and warm, outlines a sense of isolation in the dining room.

Not far away, the mahogany grandfather clock is ticking and ticking, showing the arrogance of old-fashioned aristocrats.

After drinking the soup, Jiang Manxue went into the bathroom again in a daze, and when she put on well-fitting pajamas and fell asleep on the soft bed, she raised her arms to cover her eyes in frustration.

"God, what the hell am I doing..."

She didn't resist Fu Qingye's sugar-coated bullets at all, he did whatever he said, so she couldn't say no at all.

dong dong dong...

There was a knock on the door, a very polite knock, neither rude nor offensive, but it made Jiang Manxue's heart tighten...

This is her hindsight. At this moment, she is a single woman in a man's house.

She didn't make a sound, but swallowed nervously.

dong dong dong...

After knocking three more times, Fu Qingye's voice sounded slowly, "Open the door, I'll get you something."

Only then did Jiang Manxue get off the bed, and moved to open the bedroom door.She looked at Fu Qingye nervously, "What are you taking?"

Fu Qingye handed her a tube of ointment, "Haven't you seen your own face? It's so ugly, hurry up and apply the medicine to reduce the swelling."

Only then did Jiang Manxue remember that her cheeks were still red and swollen. She took off her mask a long time ago when she was making a fuss outside the hospital, but she herself completely forgot about it, and immediately raised her hand to cover it up in a panic. own cheek.

"What are you covering up? I'm not blind. I've already seen what I should see."

Fu Qingye's words were very calm, but there was a trace of softness, as if he meant something.

Jiang Manxue didn't know how to explain the injury on her cheek, she could say it freely to Gu Yitong, but she couldn't say it to Fu Qingye, it would make her feel very ashamed.

She was already ashamed in front of Fu Qingye, and she didn't want to lose her dignity any more.

Fortunately, Fu Qingye didn't ask.

His eyes slid around Jiang Manxue's body, looking at her pajamas, which were a very suitable size, and the small pale pink flowers were very cute.

He clasped his hands on his chest, the corners of his lips slightly curled up, and there was a trace of teasing, "Jiang Manxue, don't worry, even if I really want to do something to you, I will do it to your face that is swollen like a steamed bun. You can’t talk, so you can sleep peacefully.”

Jiang Manxue didn't answer, but closed the door vigorously angrily.

A big asshole indeed!
Jiang Manxue went to bed after applying the ointment. She originally thought that she would suffer from insomnia and anxiety, but she felt drowsy as soon as the pillow touched her face. Regarding this, she comforted herself, maybe it was because of too much trouble today. tired.

No sleep for one night.

When Jiang Manxue opened her eyes again, she realized that it was dawn, and she had an extremely comfortable sleep, without anxiety or nightmares.

dong dong dong...

There was a knock on the door, and Fu Qingye's voice came, "Come down to eat."

He seemed to be pinching the timing, just when Jiang Manxue woke up, which made Jiang Manxue feel extremely surprised.

She rubbed her eyes and got up from the bed, yawned and opened the curtains, she made a sudden movement, her eyes were attracted by the things on the balcony, and her eyes were dazed.

The bright sunshine shines on the balcony, and the semi-circular balcony is full of flowers. There is an easel next to the flowers, paint brushes on the ground and other tools.

Jiang Manxue's red lips parted slightly, and she stared blankly for a long while, finally unable to resist the longing in her heart, she walked towards the balcony with strides.

Standing in front of the easel, she raised her finger and stroked the drawing paper on the drawing board very gently, her eyes full of longing.

She hasn't touched drawing paper for a long time.

The trees were swaying, and the birds spread their wings and fluttered among the trees, chirping. Workers in the yard were already weeding and watering, and Lisa was also running around in the yard.

Not far away, Fu Qingye was jogging in the morning. His posture was very vigorous, and his running posture was very standard. A towel was wrapped around his neck.

Jiang Manxue stared blankly for a while, then suddenly took a deep breath, and picked up a paintbrush with her fingers.

Her wrist trembled slightly, and she began to draw on the white paper with great joy rising in her heart.

After several years, she drew her first strokes.

The corners of her brows and eyes couldn't help but spread a smile, like the rising sun, full of hope.

However, a few minutes later, this hope was shattered.

As the fingers held the paintbrush, the smile on her face gradually dissipated, and the expression on her face gradually became stiff...

Suddenly, as soon as the fingers were loosened, the paintbrush fell from between the fingers and fell directly to the ground, making a small sound.

Jiang Manxue stared blankly at her right hand. At this moment, the fingers of her right hand were convulsing and trembling unconsciously, and the fine and dense pain suddenly hit her, making her forehead covered with sweat.

Her eyes suddenly turned red, and the corners of her lips smiled wryly, and she said to herself: "It's not good, it's still not good."

The paintbrush on the ground lay there quietly, like her shattered hope.

When the spasm in her right hand stopped, Jiang Manxue closed her eyes, covered her cheeks with her hands, and trembled silently.

She can't draw anymore, why can't she still recognize this reality? !

That year, the doctor made it very clear to her before the hospital bed.

"Miss Jiang, although your surgery was successful, your fingers have been irreversibly damaged. I'm afraid... you won't be able to draw anymore."

From that moment on, she knew that she would be in the dark forever.

Jiang Manxue who can't draw, what else can she do...