Master Quan, come on, my little wife is excited!

With a hiss, Quan Yu turned around in fear and saw her covering her nose. He didn't care about anything else. He quickly raised her face and pulled her hand away: "Let me take a look."

After the pain subsided, Cui Sanning shook his head: "It's okay."

He was much taller than her, and the bump just now was a real bump on his back.

Seeing that nothing happened, Quan Yu frowned: "Why don't you look at the road?"

The distance between the two of them was very close. Just now, he was only worried about her, but now he is a little distracted.

She had a small face and was held in his hand. Quan Yu let go of her hand and took a step back: "Let's go well."

Cui Sanning rubbed his nose.

Quan Yu took a set of books from the shelf behind the desk and put them on the table: "Come here, the books you want."

Cui Sanning's eyes suddenly lit up, and her attention was diverted from the painting. She stepped forward to Quan Yu and reached for it.

But Quan Yulue pushed him on the chair with his shoulders: "Sit here and watch."

Cui Sanning didn't refuse, he lowered his head and carefully looked through the book "Shattered Painting" in his hand.

She was so mesmerized by the sight that she completely forgot that she was in someone else's house and the people around her.

Quan Yu took the information and walked to the sofa beside him to sit down. During his work, he looked up from time to time to look at the person who had fallen into the book.

The intermittent and suppressed coughing finally pulled Cui Sanning out of the book. She looked up at the people on the sofa.

Realizing that she was looking at him, Quan Yu put down the information and said, "Sorry, my throat is inflamed."

For some reason, Cui Sanning suddenly remembered what her mother said to her when she was a child.

When she was four or five years old, she had a fever in the middle of the night. Her mother took her to the hospital, and the whole family stayed with her, including her elderly grandparents.

Out of guilt, she said sorry to her mother.

At that time, my mother said: "When you are sick, you don't need to say sorry."

He put down the book in his hand and looked at him, his lips slightly opened, but the words came to his lips but did not come out.

Seeing her hesitant expression, Quan Yu thought she wanted to go back, so he stood up and said, "Are you leaving? I'll take you back."

After saying that, he walked towards the door of the study room.

"Third uncle? Do you want to drink pear soup??"

Quan Yu stopped when he reached the door and turned to look at Cui Sanning who was still sitting at the desk.

A few minutes later, in the kitchen, Cui Sanning was busy with her hair pulled up. The warm yellow light shone on her body. She was wearing a light cyan dress, which made her whole body softer and warmer.

Everything about her was originally incompatible with the decoration of this villa. The light blue dress and thin figure were very different in style, but they merged unexpectedly.

Quan Yu was originally sitting at the dining table, but later he leaned against the door of the kitchen. His throat seemed to no longer hurt, and he just looked at her like this.

Thinking that he was waiting for her, Cui Sanning turned around and smiled: "Soon."

She appeared in his life like this, bit by bit, just like this scene, Quan Yu felt that he could see the end of the world.

Seeing her holding a jar and pouring rock sugar into the pot, Quan Yu walked over, held her hand holding the jar, and controlled the pouring: "Put less sugar, I don't like to eat anything too sweet."

He didn't stand close, keeping an appropriate distance except for the contact between his hands.

Cui Sanning looked at his hand that fell on hers, and there was a trace of uneasiness in his eyes, but it seemed that he really just wanted her to put less sugar.

Because soon he took the sugar bowl from her hand, covered it and put it aside, and distanced himself.

At the dining table, Cui Sangning watched Quan Yu eat pear soup. Seeing him take his first sip, he eagerly asked him: "Does it taste good?"

Quan Yu nodded: "Very good."

Cui Sanning's eyes flashed with clear joy. She really wouldn't hide her emotions unless she was on guard against someone.

Quan Yu heard her say: "My grandmother is a Chinese medicine practitioner, and I have learned a little bit about it."

He said sheepishly: "But I can only make some drinks, not cooking."

Quan Yu looked at her: "Very good."

It would be nice if there was someone in the family who knew how to do it. Fortunately, he will.

After drinking, Quan Yu sent Cui Sangning back to the downstairs of the community. Cui Sangning said goodbye to him and turned to leave. Quan Yu suddenly called her out.

"Sangsang."

Cui Sanning turned around.

She heard Quan Yu say: "I have a lot of books there. If you like them, you can come and get them."

"Thank you, uncle."

After watching her go upstairs, Quan Yu drove away.

A few days later, Quan Yu stood in the backyard, looking at the wide yard.

Assistant Liu walked up to him: "Mr. Quan, are you looking for me?"

Quan Yu pointed to an open space in the backyard: "Plant two trees here."

Assistant Liu asked: "Do you have any requirements for the variety of trees?"

Quan Yu let his thoughts go, then slowly returned to his thoughts, and said softly: "One mulberry tree and one golden osmanthus."

Assistant Liu hesitated and said, "People from the older generation say it is unlucky to plant mulberry trees in the yard."

After hearing what he said, Quan Yu raised the corners of his mouth and looked at the open space as if he had seen the leafy mulberry trees. He said, "For me, it's good luck to see mulberry trees when I open the door."

Winter mulberry leaves can clear the liver and relieve fire, making people calm. It is his good medicine.

In the study, Quan Yu sat at the desk, holding a brush in his hand and carefully drawing Cui Sanning in his eyes on the paper.

Next to it is a picture that has already been drawn.

That night, she was bent over making pear soup in the kitchen, and the image of her bent over in the kitchen, with a few strands of hair hanging up casually, and a light blue dress.

On the opened computer was the photo posted on Weibo by Wolf photographer.

Beauty in red in the desert.

He knows that it is beautiful and that it is indescribably beautiful.

He hadn't painted for many years, but he still wanted to record everything about her.

At Qingdao University, when Cui Sanning walks on campus, a familiar teacher will greet her: "Sangning is back?"

Cui Sanning nodded in reply, walked to the office door, stood on the side where people inside could see it, and knocked on the door.

An old voice came from inside: "Come in."

Cui Sanning leaned against the wall and waited quietly.

The people inside laughed and cursed: "You ghost, do you think I don't know it's you?"

Cui Sanning tilted her body and poked her head out from the wall, smiling coquettishly: "Master."

Mr. Ji Rumei glanced at her wearing reading glasses: "How long has it been since you last visited me?"

Cui Sanning walked into the office and grabbed his arm: "I'm not busy."

"I miss you so much that I almost lose weight."

Ji Lao took off his reading glasses, put them on the table, and said seriously: "If you are busy, I will just refuse it for you."

"You don't have to come and replace me."

Cui Sanning pulled out the chair and sat down, patted his chest and promised, "I can do it. You can rest assured on your business trip and leave the matter of substitute teaching to me."

Mr. Ji muttered: "You are still a child yourself, not much older than those students. They are very naughty."

Cui Sanning lay on the table: "Old man, you are so long-winded."

Worried: "At such an old age, you still have to go on a business trip to Tibet. Shouldn't you take a break?"

Ji Lao waved his hand: "This is the last one. I have been following this project for many years and I can't let go."

Cui Sanning knew that he couldn't persuade him, so he could only continue: "You should take good care of yourself when you go. If you feel uncomfortable, stop immediately."

"Call me if you need anything."

What came to mind: "If you don't have enough medicine with you, tell me and I will prepare it for you."

"I'll prepare something for you. You can bring it with you later."

Mr. Ji grabbed his white beard and said, "Cui Sansan, you are so verbose, don't care about this."