The quick-traveling scumbag is really a heartthrob

His face was extremely pale and gloomy.

The black hair almost covered his eyes, making it uncomfortable to look at him.

Pan Shu glanced at him and said, "Did you send this picture? Wait a moment."

The man leaned against the door frame and watched intently as Pan Shu held the life sheet carefully and solemnly after being starched, and put the painting core waiting to dry under the desk lamp to check whether there were any excess cracks.

"This ancient painting is too damaged. If you are in a hurry, come and get it in the afternoon."

"No, as long as you repair it, it's yours. I'm just curious about what the painting is about."

The man looked at the scroll. Although it had not been completely restored, he could already see its rough shape.

"This... is a woman?"

Ban Shu raised her lips and said, "Well, it's Princess Ning Zhao of Daji."

He Qi looked at Pan Shu and said with a strange expression, "Why do I feel that the person in the painting looks like you."

Pan Shu smiled but said nothing.

"This is the most famous painting in history made by Prime Minister Lin Gu Nian, who became ill because of lovesickness and gave it to Princess Ning Zhao. During this period, Chu Yun was in power, and he was demoted to Jibei, feeling depressed..."

He Qi was very interested in that period of history.

Unfortunately, there are different opinions, and no answer can be determined so far.

The woman's body is lingering with the fragrance of books and her temperament is quiet.

But she has a face that brings disaster to the country and the people.

A natural stunner.

He Qi had no doubt that if she were placed in ancient times, she would still be a beauty in troubled times along with Princess Ning Zhao of Da Ji.

Pan Shu looked back at him and pointed to the shade of the calligraphy and painting that was much taller than her, "Artist He Da, can you help me lay out the painting there?"

He Qi is very tall, about 187cm tall, a little more than a head taller than Pan Shu.

He didn't say anything. He silently took the canvas and spread it out to dry with ease.

"You already recognized me?"

"Well, it's easy to recognize."

You are my strategy target~How come you can’t recognize me~

"I'll treat you to dinner, thank you for your help."

He Qi hesitated for a moment, and his strong curiosity about the woman in front of him took over. He nodded, "Let's go."

He Qi mainly painted oil paintings. After the first work "Blind Craftsman" came out, it was sold to a businessman for a high price of 1.8 million US dollars. Later, the businessman donated the painting to a museum in his country for collection.

The appreciation value is much higher than the commercial value.

"I like your works very much." She was riding in He Qi's car. After buckling her seat belt, she smiled in a neither humble nor overbearing manner, "But artist He Da seems to be more reticent."

He Qi didn't look at her, "Where to eat?"

"This place is relatively remote..." The girl paused and continued, "Why don't you go home and do it yourself?"

She was testing his limits.

He Qi was keenly aware of it.

"Well, my house is relatively close. Go to my house."

Lower the bottom line.

He laughed muffledly, his voice clear and pleasant.

"Can you cook?" he asked Pan Shu while turning the steering wheel.

"I do not know."

He Qi raised his eyebrows and said, "Miss Banshu expects me to do it?"

"Otherwise?" Pan Shu leaned on the passenger seat and said matter-of-factly, "I look like someone who can take care of others?"

straightforward.

Arrogant.

He Qi seemed particularly silent along the way.

He Qi probably lives alone. The house is a duplex with two floors. Living alone seems relatively empty. The black and gray colors make people feel depressed and want to escape.

There is also an unfinished painting in the living room.

The paint is bold and dissolute, depressing and distorted.

It makes people wonder if He Qi is a psychopath.

He Qi has been observing Pan Shu's reaction.

Bland, even boring.

Even when she saw the gruesome and bloody painting, her expression did not change at all, and she even calmly pointed out the illogical logic in it: "A perverted murderer who likes to dismember corpses and collect them will not let his eyes go. According to the subtleties of human psychology, Judging from the expression, he should have gouged out the corpse’s eyes, and besides, the eyes are more like collectable works of art.”

She smiled and said: "It looks like the black stone ring he wears on his hand, doesn't it?"

He Qi's crimson lips curled up slowly, "I haven't thought about it."

"Miss Banshu is very powerful."

"Are there any ingredients?"

"Yes, but I don't know if Miss Panshu likes to eat it."

Pan Shu glanced at him: "What do you have at home?"

He Qi was stunned for a moment: "Broccoli, carrots, steak..."

"I don't even like to eat." Pan Shu held her stomach and looked at He Qi pitifully, "But there's nothing I can do, He Qi, I'm too hungry..."

Kind of cute.

He Qi's fingertips paused slightly.

"The main dish is fried steak, okay?"

"Okay, okay." Pan Shu nodded, "Do it quickly, do it quickly, I'll give you a hand."

He Qi doesn't cook often. When he's hungry, he can only fry half a steak for casual meals. He basically eats fast food. To say how good his cooking skills are, that's not enough.

"There are glutinous rice balls, and they are made with black sesame seeds!"

He Qi opened the refrigerator, "Well, there is another box. If you want to eat it, I can cook it and let you eat it first."

Pan Shu never refuses a man's initiative.

"Okay, He Qi, you are such a good person."

"...?" What is this, a good guy card?

The glutinous rice balls were cooked until they were soft and glutinous. He took out half of them and handed them to Pan Shu, "Take the spoon yourself."

"Well!" Pan Shu took the spoon, scooped up a round and plump black sesame glutinous rice dumpling, blew it cool and brought it to He Qi's mouth, "The first glutinous rice dumpling will be given to artist He Da first~"

He Qi was stunned for a moment, and under the gaze of the girl's bright eyes, he had no choice but to bite it into his mouth.

Food that usually feels cloyingly sweet somehow tastes better today.

Probably really hungry.

He Qi glanced at Pan Shu who was eating happily.

His eyes deepened.

"Tangyuan, and eat slowly." He looked at her, "Eating too much is bad for your stomach."

"Huh?" Pan Shu looked up at him in confusion, then pointed at the fast food box in the kitchen trash can, "But what you eat is not as healthy as glutinous rice balls."

"?"

what is this?

That he eats unhealthy food?

wrong.

She's not cute at all.

This is really a high-maintenance young lady.

"But you're right, I can't eat too much." Pan Shu consciously put the bowl and spoon in the sink, cleaned it and put it back to its original place, "He Qi, what are you doing? The steak is fried..."

He Qi felt that she was really too fickle.

Forget it.

It was too tiring to observe her.

Just focus on frying his steak.

Although it must not be delicious.

He Qi is very self-aware, and the eldest lady will not like to eat it.

After the steak was fried, he began to stir-fry broccoli and beans.

Lowering his eyes, he saw Pan Shu's fluffy hair, her head lowered as she plated the half-fried steak.

She raised her eyes and met He Qi's. He Qi clearly saw the worry in her eyes, and he frowned strangely, "What are you mumbling about?"

"Hey Qi, won't you be poisoned if you eat this?"

He Qi was very angry.

"No." He looked directly at her angrily, "I've eaten it many times, but I'm still standing here."

"But you look very unhealthy."

"Miss Banshu, you'd better tell me clearly, what's wrong with me?"