After the reunion, the big boss eyed her cub

Doorway.

Feng Jiuci looked dreamy.

Well……

An Xiaoqi who just woke up is so cute.

……

15 minute later.

An Qi washed up, changed her clothes, and came out of the room again. She was slightly relieved that she didn't see Feng Jiuci at the door.She adjusted her breathing before walking into the living room.

in the kitchen.

Feng Jiuci put the reheated milk on the dining table, "Come over for breakfast."

"..."

Why did she feel like she was a guest and Feng Jiuci was the owner of the house.

An Qi awkwardly sat down opposite Feng Jiuci.

Finding that there was only one breakfast in front of him, An Qi asked him, "Aren't you going to eat?"

"I have already eaten."

"Oh."

An Qi took a bun and gnawed it in small bites. While gnawing, she secretly observed Feng Jiuci, only then did she realize that Feng Jiuci was wearing a pink printed suit today.

Angie couldn't move her eyes.

Before meeting Feng Jiuci, An Qi never knew that a man could look so good in pink, the key is that he doesn't look motherly at all.

He has fair skin.

The pink suits his handsome face even more.

only……

"Ninth Brother, aren't you cold?"

"not cold."

"I checked the temperature just now, and it's minus seven degrees outside." An Qi felt a little guilty, "Yesterday it was still five or six degrees, and it rained at night, and the temperature suddenly dropped today. If I had known it was so cold today, I would I should have made an appointment at another time. It’s all my fault, I should have checked the weather forecast in advance.”

"It's okay, I'm young and I'm cold-resistant."

Feng Jiuci pointed to the air conditioner, "Look, I have already turned on the air conditioner in advance."

"But……"

"Come on, didn't you say that it will take a long time to paint, you hurry up and have breakfast, we are ready to start after eating."

"..."

An Qi gave Feng Jiuci a strange look.

How does she feel...

Brother Nine couldn't wait more than she did.

An Qi continued to nibble on her steamed stuffed bun.

Feng Jiuci stared at her expectantly, "How is it, is it delicious?"

"delicious."

"That's good. It's my first time cooking, and I'm afraid you won't be used to it."

"..."

Cook?

Angie was stunned.

She looked down and was sure that it was a quick-frozen bun bought by her mother.

Is it...

In Jiu Ge's mind, heating up a quick-frozen steamed stuffed bun counts as cooking?

An Qi tentatively asked, "Then...thank you?"

"You're welcome, you're welcome, try the milk I warmed up for you, whether it's good or not."

Angie's mouth twitched.

She was sure now that brother Jiu was asking for credit.

She bite the bullet and took a sip of the milk. Seeing Feng Jiuci's eyes full of expectation, she twitched the corner of her mouth and put down the glass helplessly, "Brother Jiu, this is ordinary pure milk. I can't be ignorant just because you heated it." With conscience, it tastes better than usual."

"..."

Feng Jiuci's smile froze.

Shouldn't a normal girl be moved to the point of crying when she eats the loving breakfast from a super handsome guy like him.

Why is An Xiaoqi abnormal?

Feng Jiuci coughed as if covering up, "What I mean is, hurry up and eat, and we'll start after eating."

"Oh."

After dinner.

Angie washed the plates and glasses.

The living room is large, and she originally planned to draw in the living room, but the temperature is too low today, and the large space means that the room is very cold.

Angie thought about it.

Decided to move to the bedroom.

An Qi also turned on the air conditioner in the room and adjusted it to [-] degrees.

Before the room was warm, she arranged the room again.

Drawing is about composition.

The four-piece suit on Angie's bed is orange, a very warm color, which doesn't match the style she wanted. She removed the quilt, put the big brown bear on the bed aside, and spread a beige blanket on the bed to cover it. Original bed linen colour.

"Okay, brother nine, come in."

"coming."

Feng Jiuci entered the house.

The room is filled with the smell of Angel.

Feng Jiuci's heart beat like thunder, "Is it ready to draw?"

"not yet."

On a cloudy day, the light in the room was too dark, so An Qi simply closed the curtains and turned on the ceiling lamp, and the room brightened instantly. An Qi said, "Sit on the bed and wait a while, I'll go get the painting tools and easel."

"it is good."

Angie came back soon.

She moved a table and put it in the corner, spread out her brushes, and found a palette for coloring.

soon.

All preparations are done.

An Qi looked at Feng Jiuci who was sitting on the bed, thinking that he would take off his clothes later, her whole body began to become tense belatedly.

"Ok?"

"Nope."

An Qi licked her lips, "The temperature of the air conditioner hasn't risen yet, wait until it rises before starting."

"Oh."

An Qi's unnatural emotions spread to Feng Jiuci.

Feng Jiuci also began to feel a little uncomfortable.

His buttocks seemed to have nails, and he moved around uneasily.

"Ninth Brother..."

"what?"

"Is your hair sprayed?"

"Ah, yes." Feng Jiuci rubbed his hair and smiled dryly, "Isn't this going to be a model? I don't have much experience, so I just want to tidy it up anyway. Is it because I can't do this hairstyle?"

"Well, it might need to be washed off."

Feng Jiuci stood up happily, "I'm going to wash right now."

There is a bathroom in the master bedroom.

An Qi took Feng Jiuci to the bathroom and found shampoo and clean towels for him.

Feng Jiuci is tall, with long hands and long legs.

He was spinning around in the bathroom, and An Qi felt that the whole space seemed to be cramped.Perhaps it was because of the invasion of the private domain, An Qi's heartbeat was a little out of balance.

"You wash slowly, I'll go out first."

"it is good."

The nervous An Qi didn't notice.

Feng Jiuci, who is usually talkative, is a little less talkative today.

in the bedroom.

Angie regretted it a little.

She felt that asking Feng Jiuci for help would be better than paying for a professional model.

If it is a stranger.

Maybe she wouldn't be so nervous and embarrassed.

Can……

Now that things have reached this point, they can only bite the bullet and continue.

An Qi clenched her fists to brainwash herself, "An Qi, you learned to draw yourself, show your professionalism. What are you afraid of, these are small scenes."

Correct.

small scene.

An Qi took a dozen deep breaths, and her chaotic heartbeat finally calmed down.

After a few minutes.

The bathroom door was opened.

Feng Jiuci came out with half-dry hair. In order to wash his hair conveniently, he undid two buttons of the shirt under his suit, revealing a beautiful and slender neck, a sexy Adam's apple...and a small piece of fair chest.

His hair was disheveled, which gave him a somewhat wild aesthetic.

This is the first time Angie has seen a man who can wear a pink suit with wild beauty.

Angie suddenly felt a little dry.

The heartbeat that she had finally suppressed began to become disordered again.

"An Xiaoqi, I'm fine."

"Oh."

Soft big bed.

Dim lights.

slightly dry air.

A young man and woman.

An Qi belatedly realized that this scene was a bit ambiguous.

But things have come to this point, and the ambiguity can only continue, An Qi let out a dirty breath without a trace, she said cruelly, "Then... take it off."