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

Cui Sanning remembered and nodded: "Well, it's over today."

The corners of Chi Suizhou's mouth raised, but he pretended to be calm and said: "Then I will pick you up and drop you off after class?"

Cui Sanning did not refuse directly, but just said: "Let's talk about it later."

"Let's go first."

The two got into the car, and Quan Yu was silent all the way.

Sensing that he was not in a high mood, Cui Sanning glanced at him sideways many times.

While waiting at the red light, she hesitated for a long time and finally spoke: "Third uncle?"

"Huh?" Quan Yu turned around

"what happened?"

Cui Sanning tilted her head to look at him: "Are you unhappy today?"

Quan Yu's eyebrows relaxed and his voice was gentle: "No, I'm just thinking about something."

I was thinking about what the boy from the Chi family said just now.

He knew it was over today, so it would be a good idea for this kid to rub salt into others' wounds.

He also takes her to and from get off work, is it his turn?

At night, Cui Sanning knocked on the study door.

As soon as the door opened, the smell of tobacco hit him. Cui Sanning frowned and looked up, just in time to see Quan Yu pressing the scarlet cigarette in his hand into the ashtray.

He turned around and opened the study window, then turned back and said, "I didn't know you would come in."

He saw her frowning and took two steps forward: "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"Then go to the living room."

As he was about to leave the study, he was held back by a weak force: "It's okay."

Cui Sanning closed the door of the study, picked up the things in his hands and waved them in front of his eyes: "It's fixed, do you want to take a look?"

Quan Yu hadn't spoken yet, but she couldn't wait any longer. She took his hand and walked to the sofa together, unfolding the painting in her hand and placing it on the coffee table.

The two stood side by side, looking at the newly reborn paintings on the table.

Cui Sanning bent down and stretched his head in front of Quan Yu, and said with a smile: "Didn't I disappoint you?"

Quan Yu's palm fell on the top of her head, rubbed it, and said nothing.

He has always had confidence in her, but he is still amazed when he sees the finished product.

"I suddenly don't want to give it away." He said slowly.

I took a look at the painting "The Drunkard's First Intent" hanging on the wall, but it seemed that I had to give it away this time.

If he breaks his promise again, the old man may be angry and be hospitalized.

Cui Sanning felt extremely happy. Everyone doesn't like to hear others praise themselves.

What's more, it's a work that I have put so much effort into.

He didn't say how great you are, but he said that this is an existence that he wants to claim as his own, which is also a high praise.

"Then this is qualified, right?" Cui Sanning looked at him eagerly.

Seeing her expectant look, Quan Yu nodded funnyly, his throat rolling up and down: "Yeah."

After receiving the affirmation, Cui Sanning immediately raised his hands, held them in front of his eyes, and looked up at him: "What about the things you promised me?"

Quan Yu pretended not to know: "What is it?"

Cui Sanning opened his eyes wide: "You promised to give me a calligraphy copy."

Did he really forget or was he cheating?

The next second, Quan Yu walked to the desk, slowly picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

Cui Sanning followed step by step, and then heard him say: "When did I agree?"

Looking at him in shock: "Are you trying to cheat?"

Quan Yu leaned on the desk and asked, "Do you have a witness?"

No, Cui Sanning saw the smile on his face and knew he was teasing her.

He hurriedly raised his hand and grabbed his sleeve: "Third uncle."

Quan Yu looked away from her hand on his sleeve and looked elsewhere casually. He couldn't suppress the raised corners of his mouth, but he said lightly: "Oh."

Oh……

Cui Sanning moved the hand holding her sleeve, raised her head and looked at him eagerly, trying to please and be obedient, and kept trying: "Third Uncle."

Quan Yu finally couldn't help but laughed out loud, moved his wrist, and motioned for her to let go.

Cui Sanning let go of her hand smoothly, and then saw him carelessly smoothing out the cuffs of her cuffed sleeves.

He sat back on the edge of the desk, stretched his hands back, and took out the two rectangular boxes placed there.

Cui Sanning's eyes fell on the thing in his hand. As soon as Quan Yu reached it in front of her, she wanted to reach out and pick it up. As soon as her hand grasped one end of the box, she was pulled hard and took a few steps closer.

The distance between the two was completely swallowed up.

Cui Sanning staggered into Quan Yu's arms, placing a soft hand on his waist as a support, and his fingertips got stuck between the belt and shirt.

She hurriedly raised her head and looked into the bottomless sea, swallowing her Adam's apple, and the hot breath smelling of tobacco hit her face.

The full lips opened and closed, and he said in a panic: "I'm sorry."

Her heart trembled, and she hurriedly tried to retreat, but a strong and generous hand grabbed her wrist and prevented her from leaving.

She looked up at the person holding her. Quan Yu looked at her face with an unclear meaning. After a moment, he said in a hoarse voice: "Why are you in such a hurry? It's not like I won't give it to you."

Cui Sanning was shocked. He obviously dragged her on purpose, so why did he hit her backwards?

The distance was too close, and Cui Sanning turned her head away from him for fear of being swallowed by his scorching gaze, and retorted in a low voice: "I didn't."

As he spoke, he wanted to step back, away from the pressure he was giving him.

But he didn't want to let go of her hand. Quan Yu came closer and said, "Don't move. Don't you want to take a look?"

What to see? Cui Sanning looked up blankly.

Seeing her dumbfounded look, Quan Yu smiled and pulled her to the desk. He stood up straight and turned around to stand behind her, as if he was enveloping her in his arms.

He naturally pulled her wrist and placed it on the box: "Open it and take a look."

Viewed from the back, his tall body completely blocked the person in front of him. If it weren't for the white calves visible below, it would be impossible to tell that there was another person in front of him.

Quan Yu stood behind her, patiently watching her open the box and take out the contents.

He lowered his head slightly, his lips falling on her hair casually, and his eyes moved down to look deeply at the white back of her neck that was exposed because she lowered her head.

The tip of his tongue lightly ran over the sharp teeth, and he wanted to lower his head and hold the back of her neck in his mouth.

A hand calmly crossed her waist and landed on the desk beside her, the fingertips turning white from the restraint.

Cui Sanning's attention was entirely focused on the things in his hands, and he didn't notice his actions at all.

The painting was taken out first. After opening it and seeing the signature, he turned to look at Quan Yu in surprise. Because she suddenly turned around, Quan Yu subconsciously raised his head to keep his chin away from her head.

Cui Sanning looked at him in surprise: "How come you have the right to draw old people?"

Quan Yu touched his nose and looked away: "Just take it."

He didn't admit that he specifically asked the old man for help.

Cui Sanning looked at the vivid golden osmanthus flowers on the paper and said sincerely: "Thank you, uncle."

Quan Yu rubbed her head and said deliberately: "Although I can't draw, my dad can draw."

Knowing that he was worrying about the last time he questioned why he didn't inherit Mr. Quan's talent for painting, Cui Sanning secretly said that he held a grudge.

But his words were extremely sweet: "Uncle Third, I was wrong."

"You, sir, don't care about the faults of others. Please forgive me."