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

what to give? Cui Sanning suddenly felt that she had nothing special to give him.

Quan Yu asked her: "What to give?"

"Whatever Uncle Third likes, I'll ask my brother to give it to you." Cui Sanning changed his words and finished what he just said.

Quan Yu looked at her deeply, then turned to look out the window. What he wanted, he was afraid he wouldn't give it to her.

Cui Sanning's heart trembled at the sight of him, but when he subconsciously wanted to escape, he looked away.

The fingers pinching his sleeves turned into a tight hold at some point. She acted coquettishly and said softly: "Okay, Third Uncle."

There was a restrained smile on Quan Yu's lips: "It depends on your performance."

Are you looking at my performance again? Cui Sanning frowned slightly.

"Third uncle always likes to tell me to watch my performance."

"The last time I wanted to see the painting in your study, you also said you wanted to see my performance."

"But you have to tell me what the standard of performance is and how to perform well."

What does it take to perform well?

Quan Yu turned to look at her, with unclear meaning in his deep eyes. I sighed in my heart, if you like me, I will give you my life, let alone painting.

What he said was: "I'm happy, even if you perform well."

Cui Sangning thought quietly for a while, then raised his head and asked, "How about my performance during this period?"

Quan Yu pretended to recall seriously: "Then I have to think about it carefully."

Then under her gaze: "That's okay."

The strength on her sleeves increased a little more, and she was full of hope: "Is it enough to see the painting before?"

You remember it clearly, Quan Yu said seriously: "It's not enough, it's far from enough. That painting is much more precious than my father's paintings."

When he said this, Cui Sanning wanted to see it even more, what kind of painting was it?

Bargaining: "I repair your paintings and accompany you to the supermarket to buy things. How can it be just okay?"

When Quan Yu heard this, he lowered his crossed legs and turned sideways to face her, as if he wanted to talk to her carefully.

"In business, painting repairs are work and cannot be included in this."

"Secondly"

Quan Yu looked at her face and said word by word: "Sang Sang, do you really not know why I want you to accompany me to the supermarket?"

He didn't make any confessions to Nannan at all, and he didn't intend to hide it. He wished she would know and get enlightened as soon as possible.

He suddenly became serious, but Cui Sanning was a little at a loss and whispered: "I know."

After hearing what she said clearly, Quan Yu's eyes were filled with joy. It's good to know that he is not someone who does good deeds without leaving his name.

Just to make her slowly realize that he treats her differently.

Cui Sanning didn't know what he was thinking. She was still thinking about the painting.

She raised her head and asked, "We are talking about business, but Third Uncle, we are different."

He whispered: "Sometimes we don't need to be so clear-cut between public and private matters."

Quan Yu raised his eyebrows: "How are we different?"

"Relationship." Cui Sanning glanced carefully in front of him and said in a voice that Assistant Liu and the others couldn't hear clearly.

"We can have a back-door relationship." She came very close, so close that Quan Yu could pretend to have no intention of lowering his head and kiss her glass-like eyes.

Use all your willpower to restrain yourself from lowering your head and tell yourself over and over again not to rush, this will scare her.

The hand on his leg was raised, pressed against her forehead to push her away, and looked out the window: "Then it's a little more than okay."

She was right, they could have a backdoor relationship.

"But it's still not enough."

The joy came to an abrupt end. Cui Sanning subconsciously pursed his lips, but he also knew not to push the envelope too far: "I know."

Seeing her arrogant look, Quan Yu lowered his head and asked, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Cui Sanning was unsure: "Can I order it?"

After all, Quan Yu couldn't hold back and patted her on the head: "If you can go through the back door, what's the point of ordering a dish?"

Cui Sanning smiled, turned her head arrogantly, and refused to take a picture of him, leaving behind her just a little depression.

Kowloon Mansion Villa.

It's already dark, and Cui Sanning is repairing paintings in the studio on the second floor. He has been working on the painting one after another in the past few days, and has almost completed one third of it.

Putting down the tools in her hands, she glanced at the time, got up and went downstairs, wearing those furry slippers on her feet.

In the living room, Aunt Zhang saw her coming downstairs and said kindly, "Would you like to watch TV?"

Cui Sanning looked at the busy figures in the kitchen

He replied: "No need."

Then walked towards the kitchen.

Lying at the door of the kitchen, watching Quan Yu cook.

Quan Yu took the time to look at her: "Is it over today?"

"Yes." Cui Sanning nodded, but his eyes were watching his cooking movements.

Quan Yu was about to take the soy sauce aside, when a hand suddenly stretched out from beside him and handed him the soy sauce.

He raised his eyebrows, took it and put a little into the pot: "Are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry." Cui Sanning stood beside him without moving.

Put the food in the pot into a bowl: "Then what are you doing standing here?"

Usually when Nannan was hungry, she would stand next to Aunt Zhang and wait for her to feed her from the pot.

In order not to block him from getting the water, Cui Sanning ran to the door and stood there, saying seriously: "I'm trying to earn my performance."

Quan Yu was helpless: "Is it true that if someone gives you a painting on the street, you can just follow them?"

Cui Sanning said: "It depends on what kind of painting it is."

Quan Yu shook his head helplessly, wondering if she would cry in anger when she saw the painting and knew the truth.

"Come here." Quan Yu didn't even raise his head.

Cui Sanning walked over obediently: "What to do?"

Quan Yu took a spoonful of soup from the pot next to him, blew on it, and handed it to her mouth: "Have a taste."

The action was natural, Cui Sanning took a taste without thinking too much.

"Does it taste good?" Quan Yu looked at her expression.

Cui Sanning nodded and gave him a thumbs up.

Quan Yu drank the remaining soup in the spoon and nodded: "Not bad."

Turning around, he saw her staring blankly at the spoon in her hand, and knowingly asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing!" Cui Sangning slipped out of the kitchen, as if someone was chasing her behind.

She ran very fast, but Quan Yu still didn't miss her red ears.

Facing her back, he said seriously: "Where are you going? It's time to eat."

Cui Sanning sat down on the sofa in front of the TV, startling Aunt Zhang who was packing her things.

He was staring at the TV without blinking, but his mind was filled with the scene just now. How could he drink! That's what she drank!

How can you be so invisible!

Aunt Zhang called her again: "Sang Sang, it's time to eat."

"Okay, here we come." After agreeing, he tried his best to calm down and put the incident out of his mind.

He raised his hand and rubbed his face to make sure it wasn't so hot before he stood up and walked over reluctantly.

After she sat down, Quan Yu picked up a bowl and served her soup.

Seeing her dilly-dallying, he said, "You have to finish the food you ordered."

Cui Sanning looked at him with the bowl in hand and said seriously: "Can I pack it?"

Quan Yu...

"Then why don't you just pay me to come and cook for you?"

"Is that okay?" Cui Sanning deliberately angered him, which just happened to save him from ordering takeout and eating in restaurants every day.

He raised his hand and tapped her head: "Do you think I am your cook?"