The world's most sassy sweet wife

Sure enough, the effect of the pearly color can only be appreciated by seeing the real thing.

He Xuanchen couldn't help stretching out his fingertips to touch the corner of his mouth in the painting.

He remembered this scene, that time, he brought Yu Ziqing from the hospital back to Yulinshan Villa.

"This painting doesn't look like me." He couldn't remember when he smiled like this, and this smile didn't belong to him.

While unpacking the box, Yu Ziqing said indifferently, "My drawing skills are limited, so I'd better find your dark gray giant to draw for you!"

He Xuanchen glanced at her and said with a smile: "Don't worry, she has already painted for me."

Yu Ziqing thought about it, and according to the degree of Lu Yuying's obsession with He Xuanchen, she probably did not miss drawing for him.

"Then why are you looking for me? I'm in a hurry." She said.

He Xuanchen found that when Yu Ziqing talked to him, he didn't give him a look.

He felt that in Yu Ziqing's eyes, he was not even comparable to a box.

He walked over and pulled Yu Ziqing away, "Go and draw until I am satisfied."

Of course Yu Ziqing didn't draw. She sat on a chair and stared at He Xuanchen as he quickly assembled the computer and installed the system, including the driver for the hand-painted tablet.

She smiled and said, "Although you are hard to describe, you are still reliable in your work. The dark gray giant often asks for your help, right?"

In her impression, this person either gave orders with his mouth, or handed over his work with his mobile phone. Except for a brain that can do business, he might not be good at anything else.

The fact that he can cook has already surprised her.

Unexpectedly, he could also assemble computers.

He Xuanchen looked back at her, and asked in a cold voice, "What else should I do?"

Yu Ziqing sat down in front of the computer, opened the painting software, tried a few strokes casually, and made sure that the paintbrush on the hand-painted tablet felt pressure-sensitive.

Only then did she say, "We're all alive."

Standing by the side, He Xuanchen asked, "Why don't you use this computer to draw a picture for me?"

Yu Ziqing raised her head, frowned and looked at him, "I suspect that you are cheating manuscripts again and again. He Gou, do you want to lose face? My eldest lady's paintings are hard to come by, okay?"

He Xuanchen curled his lips into a smile: "You are not allowed to comment on the manuscript? What's the reason for this?"

Yu Ziqing put the pen next to the drawing board, turned off the computer, "You can mention it, but I won't serve you anymore."

She pointed to the painting next to her, "This is the last one, do you want to love it?"

He Xuanchen smiled and said, "Are you angry?"

Yu Ziqing walked to the door, "Get out!"

He Xuanchen picked up the painting and followed her out of the studio, stood beside her, watched her lock the door, and said, "Actually, it's very easy for you to satisfy me. That is, as long as you give in, you will be satisfied with me." I beg for forgiveness."

"Heh!" Yu Ziqing was amused by him, "Begging for mercy and admitting your mistake? Are you out of your mind?"

He Xuanchen smiled lightly, "It's obviously your fault, why on earth do you have the confidence to fight against me and use your temper?"

Yu Ziqing sneered as she went down the stairs, "My fault? Ha ha."

He Xuanchen followed closely behind her, "Okay, I don't have to argue with you about Yu Feifan's mistake. Wasn't that child five years ago your fault?"

The anger in Yu Ziqing's heart was ignited bit by bit, but she didn't want to have a meaningless quarrel with him.

How long does this dog want to act?
He pretended to be stupid time and time again, was he playing tricks on her?

He must have a recording device on him, right?

Yu Ziqing walked forward indifferently, her pace getting faster and faster.

Seeing that she didn't explain or answer, He Xuanchen felt even angrier, "Yu Ziqing!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Yu Ziqing stepped on the air!
He subconsciously stretched out his hand to fish it out, but he didn't catch it.

Seeing that Yu Ziqing was about to fall, He Xuanchen rushed forward and jumped directly!
In the nick of time, he jumped to the bottom in an instant, and caught Yu Ziqing firmly before she fell!

click!
In the corridor, there was the sound of bones breaking.

Yu Ziqing's beautiful eyes widened, and she was relieved to find that she didn't fall.

Otherwise it would be a shame.

He Xuanchen frowned slightly, his obsidian eyes slightly worried, "How are your feet?"

Before he finished speaking, the woman in his arms could not wait to struggle out of his arms.

He Xuanchen felt that his arms were empty, and suddenly a surge of anger rose in his heart.

He asked coldly, "Do you hate me so much?"

Yu Ziqing continued downstairs without looking back, and said, "It's not that I hate it, it's that I hate it."

He Xuanchen's eyes were a little colder, staring at her back, his voice was low, "So you really want me to die?"

Yu Ziqing asked back, "Is what I think important to you?"

He Xuanchen pursed his lips, but did not answer.

Yu Ziqing walked out of the building first, the midday sun was a bit dazzling, she raised her hand to cover her eyes.

She found that He Xuanchen's going downstairs was a bit slow, but she didn't take it to heart.

Maybe he finally figured it out, no longer a dog, and learned to keep his distance.

Then He Xuanchen came out and stood beside her, silent.

Yu Ziqing glanced at him, and found that the man's face was covered with dark clouds, and said goodbye with a smile, "Goodbye!"

He Xuanchen asked: "I saved you just now, and didn't even say thank you?"

Yu Ziqing smiled and said, "You don't have to be so polite, do you?"

Thanks?
When she thought that the person in front of her once wanted to kill her cleanly, she couldn't be polite to him.

He Xuanchen pointed to the painting on his hand, "You haven't signed yet."

Yu Ziqing said, "Okay, I'll sign for you."

The paintings are all drawn, and there is no shortage of a signature.

She took out a signature pen from her bag, and was about to write SH in the lower right corner when she heard He Xuanchen say, "Sign for Yu Ziqing."

"Oh." Yu Ziqing said indifferently, "No problem."

When she lowered her eyes to write, He Xuanchen stared closely at her face.

Her skin may not be able to see pores even with a magnifying glass, it seems to have no lines at all, and it is better than a baby's skin.

Her curly long eyelashes flicker like a small fan, her nose is straight, and her small cherry mouth, which is always annoying, is as moist as jelly.

It really complied with the poem "Without makeup and light eyebrows, light makeup is always suitable".

Five years ago, he didn't seem to have observed her appearance so closely.

"Okay!" Yu Ziqing shouted, "Are you all right this time?"

But as soon as she speaks, it immediately destroys this beauty.

He Xuanchen came back to his senses, stared at her face and asked, "Did you get hurt just now?"

Hearing his question, Yu Ziqing checked her body, and then her face changed slightly.

She frowned tightly, covering her stomach with her hands, "I feel..."

He Xuanchen mocked: "You stepped on the empty steps just now, and if you want to hurt your feet, you hurt your feet. How could you hurt your stomach?"

puff--

With a puff, Yu Ziqing sprayed blood all over He Xuanchen's face.

He Xuanchen was stunned suddenly, his whole body froze.

Yu Ziqing's aura instantly languished, the aura in her eyes disappeared, and she became empty and lifeless.

Her face was pale, making the blood at the corner of her mouth even more glaring.

She smiled miserably, "I didn't want you to know, but I didn't expect this body to still fail."

"That's right, I'm dying, are you satisfied this time?"