Super love after marriage: abstinent Mr. Huo flirts with his sleepy pregnant wife

"I guess Brother Sheng made a lot of money from stock trading." Wen Jiu's eyes flickered.

If it hadn't been for Huo Beimo, she wouldn't have realized that it was not as easy for Yu Tingsheng to take out ten million as it was for Huo Beimo to take out a black card.

He was financially sanctioned by his family, and the ten million might be all his savings.

She couldn't help but feel a tremor in her heart, and was very moved.

Big brother is still as warm as when he was a child.

"It's very good that you don't ask other men to borrow money."

Huo Beimo raised his thin lips in satisfaction, and his smile lingered for a long time.

In order to suppress his proud expression, he pressed his tongue against his cheek, and his smile subsided slightly.

At dusk, the fallen leaves were rustling. Wen Jiu was sitting on the balcony, holding a paintbrush in his hand. He wanted to paint the scenery, but he accidentally glanced in the direction of the study next door. In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the profile of someone working was even more beautiful than the colorful garden.

Her gaze was fixed and she couldn't move her eyes away for a long time.

Huo Beimo's face is truly a work of God's hand. His thick facial features and knife-like jawline are too superior.

As an art student, Wen Jiu has an extremely keen ability to capture beautiful images.

She couldn't help but pick up the paintbrush and quietly painted a man focused on work in front of the French window in the study.

While she was painting, she couldn't hide her heartbeat.

His eyes, nose, and lips are all beautiful.

Perhaps because of her guilty conscience, she did not dare to draw Huo Beimo on a 4-inch drawing paper. Instead, she tore off a piece of drawing paper from a small drawing book, clamped it on the easel, and secretly admired and painted it.

I was thinking about how excited the students would be if I could hire Hobeimo to be a model for the senior students in the studio. It will be a visual feast.

However, she could easily enjoy the blessings that others could not enjoy while sitting on the balcony, and she could not help but secretly enjoy them.

Huo Beimo was so immersed in his work that he didn't notice that someone had been staring at him for half an hour. It wasn't until he noticed the burning gaze not far away that he turned his head.

Wen Jiuzheng was holding a paintbrush and drawing proportions in the air. By coincidence, his eyes met Huo Beimo's.

Huo Beimo narrowed his seductive peach blossom eyes and glanced inquiringly in Wen Jiu's direction for a while, as if he wanted to know what she was doing.

Wen Jiu was so frightened that he quickly took back his pen and his gaze.

Unfortunately it was too late.

Huo Beimo closed the computer and strode directly to the balcony.

At this time, Wen Jiu's painting was almost completed. When she heard the footsteps getting closer, she was so scared that her heart almost jumped out of her chest.

If Hobeimer discovered that she was drawing him just now, how would she explain it?

She couldn't admit that she thought he looked more beautiful than the courtyard scenery at dusk, so she couldn't help but draw him?

If a woman feels that a man is attractive and has the urge to draw him secretly, what is the difference between expressing her love in person?

She quickly pulled out the small paper from the easel. When Huo Beimo walked to the balcony, the small paper was clenched tightly in her hand and hid behind her.

What fell into Huo Beimo's sight was a little face that was so frightened that it turned pale, like a thief who accidentally broke into his residence.

"What were you drawing just now?"

Huo Beimo glanced at the drawing paper on the easel. Just now, he clearly saw that Wen Jiu was very focused on painting, but the drawing paper was empty.

There must be something fishy.

She had her hands behind her back, obviously hiding the painting behind her back.

What on earth are you drawing that you are afraid he will see?

"No, I'm just looking at the scenery." Wen Jiu replied uncomfortably.

"Looking at the scenery, your face turns red and your mouth turns white? Are you drawing me? Show me?"

Huo Beimo suddenly became very interested in the drawing paper she hid behind her back.

"How could I draw you?" Wen Jiu held his chin high and tried to deny it with a guilty conscience.

"Then what are you drawing?" Huo Beimo inquired suspiciously.

Wen Jiu glanced in the direction of the courtyard and happened to see two stray dogs outside the iron gate, so he casually said: "Paint dogs."

After saying that, I realized that she seemed to have scolded Hobeimo in a roundabout way.

It's really not intentional.

The next second, what made her even more embarrassed was that the two dogs seemed to be fighting at first, but now they actually started to do strenuous exercise.

When Huo Beimo followed her gaze, Wen Jiu simply collapsed.

He curled his lips and looked away, with an obvious hint of playfulness on the corners of his lips.

"Draw those two dogs?" Huo Beimo had something in his words and looked at Wen Jiu with a half-smile.

"No, they weren't doing that when I was painting." Wen Jiu's face was already redder than a ripe tomato.

"What are you doing?" Huo Beimo continued to ask with a smile on his face. The tall man moved a little closer to Wen Jiu.

Wen Jiu was extremely depressed. It seemed that some things would be better left unexplained.

"Since they weren't working on it when you were painting, why didn't you dare to show it to me?"

Wen Jiu gritted his teeth and continued: "The main thing is, look at those two dogs, they just... don't look good. I painted them too realistically and sloppily, which is not the style of an art teacher, so I don't want to be seen."

As Wen Jiu spoke, his face became increasingly red.

She's really not good at lying.

Huo Beimo's condescending eyes seemed to penetrate her, and he felt that Wen Jiu's evasive and shy look was not at all interesting. He unexpectedly stretched his hands behind Wen Jiu like a hug.

Wen Jiu clutched the drawing paper tightly. The drawing paper in her hand was not snatched away by him, but she fell into his arms. When she leaned forward unprepared, her lips happened to kiss his chest.

He only felt itchy.

The next second, Wen Jiu's face turned red. He looked up and found that Huo Beimo's face was also red.

Only then did he realize something. He quickly stopped grabbing the drawing paper, turned sideways, pretended to cough twice and said, "There's nothing you shouldn't see when you draw a dog, really."

Then, Huo Beimo quickly left the balcony.

He straightened his collar. Damn it, whenever he was close to Wen Jiu recently, his body felt so hot that it was inexplicable.

The moment her lips touched his chest, he almost couldn't help but carry her into the bedroom.

Wen Jiu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She was secretly depressed, why could she not help painting Huo Beimo? She was really hopeless.

What was terrible was that the two stray dogs downstairs were still exercising happily. Thinking of Huo Beimo's eyes when she saw that scene, she really wanted to kill them.

well! Even though she knew that some people were beyond her reach, she still couldn't help but have unwanted thoughts about him.

However, it feels really good to draw him, as if my worries have been vented.

Many girls have a crush on the boy they like and like to write the boy's name over and over again in a notebook. After writing more, the name seems to be engraved in the bottom of the heart. At the same time, the inner feelings are also relieved, and the pleasure lingers for a long time. In my heart, it is sad and beautiful.

Wen Jiu's painting of Huo Beimo looks very much like a young girl who has just begun to fall in love and write down her thoughts.

After Huo Beimo walked away, Wen Jiu quietly took the drawing paper hidden behind him and flattened it in front of his eyes.

Even if it is one of his sketches, I feel that the people in the paintings are cool and handsome.

Although Wen Jiu never thought about trying to catch up to Huo Beimo, it was not sinful to secretly like him, right? As long as she tries her best to control her feelings and don't sublimate them any more, she can draw pictures of him so that when she leaves this home in the future, she will occasionally think about him.

She quietly put Hobeimo's portrait into her usual teaching books and hid the books in her bag.

Like a thief, I feel guilty but reluctant to tear it up.