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

But Cui Sanning thought that he was used to picking up Jiang Xiannan's, so he picked up a portion for himself.

Putting down his chopsticks, Quan Yu said: "From now on, if you come over to fix the painting, I will do it as long as I am at home. It is considered extra reward."

"After all, you didn't get paid for the previous painting."

Cui Sanning subconsciously wanted to say no need to bother, she knew he was busy.

But he was interrupted by Jiang Xiannan, who was very excited: "Okay! Okay!"

"It turns out that I owe it to Sister Sang Ning!"

After saying that, he picked up some food for Cui Sanning: "You are my biological sister, and we will be a family from now on, come and eat food!"

Cui Sanning took it with a smile.

Only Quan Yu’s eyes are unclear. Who is your biological sister?

After dinner, Xie Jiuan called Jiang Xiannan and asked him to go out to play.

The house suddenly became deserted and quiet.

Quan Yu and Cui Sangning entered the repair room together.

Cui Sanning continued to piece together the broken paintings while Quan Yu watched from the side.

After splicing one place, she stopped and looked confused.

Then he picked up the brush next to him and wrote on the rice paper.

After trying it several times, my frown relaxed.

"What's wrong?" Quan Yu asked her

Cui Sanning looked sideways, then pointed at the vague verses on the painting, with a soft smile in his eyes: "I couldn't figure out what the word was just now. It would be easier to distinguish it if I wrote it down."

After taking a look at the last word she wrote, Quan Yu whispered: "Yong?"

"Yeah" Cui Sanning nodded.

After saying that, he put down the brush and continued splicing.

Quan Yu picked up the brush she put down and scribbled on the rice paper she had used. Cui Sanning took the time to take a look, and just one glance made her stop what she was doing.

The paper is crooked and crooked, which is the shapeless word "Yong" written by him.

After reading it for a while, I couldn’t stand it any longer and couldn’t help but say, “That’s not how it was written.”

Quan Yu showed an embarrassed look: "Sorry, I don't know how to write, just give it a try."

Cui Sanning picked up another brush, demonstrated it to him, and said softly: "Hold it like this."

I imitate her, but I don't seem to know how to do anything.

Suddenly, a cool hand fell on the back of Quan Yu's hand, adjusting the way he held the pen.

With his back to her, Quan Yu raised the corners of his mouth, with a smile of success in his eyes.

Compared with the young masters in Sijiu City, Quan Yu is not white, but wheat-colored, but Cui Sanning is shining white, and her hands are too small compared to his.

It's a little funny to write with him.

"That's it." A soft voice sounded in his ears, and as long as he raised his head slightly and looked sideways, he could kiss her cheek.

"Are you ready?" Quan Yu didn't move, Cui Sanning was the one who moved.

She turned to ask him, and wet heat flashed across her cheeks. Quan Yu's eyes were suddenly bottomless, as if he could swallow people alive.

Cui Sanning looked at him blankly, wondering if he had just touched him. From his neck to his face, he realized that the distance between the two of them was too close.

He wanted to let go, but was held back.

He sat and she stood. He looked up at her, his hot and moist breath fell on her thin skin, and his voice was low: "Not yet."

"I can't... learn slowly." She took her hand out of his hand.

This time Quan Yu didn't hold on and let her open the distance between the two.

Cui Sanning stood there helplessly, her face was as hot as a fever, but she didn't dare to touch him or look at him. Her eyes fell on a random place, trying to cover up.

Unable to bear her being so embarrassed, Quan Yu stood up and picked up her windbreaker: "It's getting late. I'll take you back today."

Cui Sanning nodded, put away the tools on the countertop, and turned around to go out.

But her wrist was pulled from behind. He turned around helplessly and let go of her hand. Quan Yu shook off her coat and motioned for her to come over: "What's the hurry?"

Cui Sanning then walked back and put on his coat.

After getting in the car, Quan Yu said: "Go to the supermarket first and then take you back."

Cui Sanning asked: "Do you want to buy anything?"

Quan Yu's expression remained unchanged: "Nan Nan is allergic to the shampoo she used at home, so she asked me to buy her a new one."

"I don't understand this, please help me."

Cui Sanning wanted to ask why Aunt Zhang wasn't allowed to choose, but she didn't ask.

After entering the supermarket, Quan Yu stood at the entrance and looked at the sign indicating the zoning of items. Cui Sanning glanced at the sign and said, "It seems to be over there."

"Yeah." Quan Yu looked back

Cui Sanning stood in front of the shelf and picked at it, holding two bottles of shampoo with different flavors in his hand: "Uncle Third, does Nannan like apples?"

Quan Yu raised his hand and took a bottle from the shelf and put it in the cart: "That's it, she likes this."

After saying that, he turned around and pulled the car in the other direction, but encountered resistance.

When he turned around, he saw Cui Sanning standing on the opposite side, pulling the car to prevent him from leaving.

She bent down to pick up the shampoo he threw in, and said silently: "Uncle Third, this is men's shampoo."

Quan Yu...

Walking back silently: "I told you that she likes this one, do you believe it?"

Cui Sanning burst out laughing, closed his eyes, and shook his head: "I don't believe it."

Putting the shampoo back, Cui Sanning took the apple-flavored one she just had.

He raised his head and said, "Let's go."

Quan Yu looked in another direction: "Look again."

As he spoke, he pushed the cart in the other direction.

Cui Sanning followed him and passed by a place selling electrical appliances. The salesperson was a little girl. She called Quan Yudao: "Sir, would you like to buy the latest electric foot bath bucket?"

"Girls' feet tend to get cold in winter. You can buy one for your wife."

Cui Sanning looked at the salesman, with a smile on his face but he said in a coercive manner: "Why do you think we are husband and wife?"

The girl was a little embarrassed: "I..., I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, just pay attention next time." Cui Sanning smiled and continued walking forward.

Finding that Quan Yu didn't follow, she turned back.

He asked her: "Are your feet cold?"

Cui Sanning frowned: "Uncle Third, do you want to buy it?"

The two looked at each other, and for a moment Quan Yu suddenly laughed, looked at her and said, "I won't buy it."

After saying that, he pushed the cart and caught up with her.

The two walked forward side by side, Cui Sanning said softly: "That foot bucket is useless."

"My grandma has a special wooden medicine bucket. I can ask her to send one to Nannan."

"It works better than this."

Quan Yu smiled and nodded, seeing that his destination had arrived, but she wanted to continue walking forward.

He raised his hand and gently held her shoulders, helping her turn in one direction: "This way."

Cui Sanning looked at the shelves full of slippers: "Uncle Third, do you want to buy slippers?"

Quan Yu didn't answer. He glanced at the shelves, picked up a pair of white plush slippers and asked her, "Do you like them?"

Cui Sanning was stunned for a moment, then raised his finger and pointed at himself: "Did you buy it for me?"

"Yeah." Quan Yu replied

Explained: "I like quietness, few people visit my home, and no extra slippers."

"Buy you a pair."

He handed it to her again: "Do you like it?"

Cui Sanning looked up at him and smiled: "I like it."

At this moment, she only had Quan Yu in her eyes.