medicine jar and her miss doctor

The bad-natured Miss Chun Yubai held a paintbrush in her hand, and raised her eyebrows at her gentle sweetheart.

Zhixiu was numb all over when she looked at her: "You, you turn around."

"Then can I cover my eyes?" She covered her eyes with a smile, and urged: "Hurry up, Xiuxiu, I have to rest after painting."

Not to mention it's okay, Zhixiu's heart trembled violently, her eyes turned red instantly, her hands were trembling on her waist, and the buttons were undone one by one...

Slim and elegant, graceful and graceful, with white skin and skin, when the red is redder, the white is whiter, the scenery in the world is not as good as this one.

Chun Cheng couldn't stop praising the color and soul.

"Okay~" Zhixiu looked up at her shyly, her eyes sparkling as if she was about to cry the next moment: "I...my legs are weak, can, can I lie down?"

Hearing the faint cry suppressed in her throat, Chun Cheng narrowed his eyes and coaxed her softly: "Xiu Xiu can do whatever she wants."

She lowered her head to adjust the paint, stabilized the easel, and looked at the sky and the earth, but she refused to look at that beautiful figure again.

Without the entanglement of her fiery gaze, Zhixiu's heart warmed and she felt much more at ease.

There is a small couch for temporary rest in the studio. She pursed her lips and walked over with her thin white legs. style.

She glanced at someone not far away who was delaying the opportunity by fiddling with paint, looked down at herself, and felt ashamed for a moment. Hong: It should be beautiful when painted like this?

She curled her toes shyly, her voice was gentle and thin: "Get ready, you can raise your head."

Chun Cheng held the paintbrush and took a deep breath, her eyes met, the pen almost fell from her fingers.

She quickly lowered her head, Zhixiu was taken aback by her reaction, and then laughed.Look, this person is like this, she can do all kinds of tricks when she is bad, but she is also the one who is shy.

"Doesn't it look good?"

"nice!"

"It looks good...then why don't you look at it?" Zhi Xiuyu crossed her legs, Xu knew Chuncheng's inner activities at the moment, she smiled lazily, and raised her red lips: "If you don't dare, then Let’s talk about it another day.”

"Who, who said I dare not?" Chun Cheng poured a glass of water without hesitation, and the tea entered her throat. She slowed down and took a light white gauze to cover her delicate body.

As soon as she approached, Zhixiu became unspeakably nervous until the white gauze fell, and seeing Chun Cheng retreat, she looked shy and could not say a word.

The temperature in the studio rose, thinking that this was an arrangement Chun Cheng had made long ago, Zhixiu was relieved, not daring to look her in the eyes, her heart was beating violently.

The beauty was faintly visible, and his gaze was fixed somewhere in the ups and downs. Chun Cheng smiled knowingly, writing quickly, as if with divine help.

Knowing that she is starting to get serious, Zhixiu would sometimes look at her secretly if she had the guts to look at her beautiful side profile, her warm chin, inadvertently meeting her eyes, and then hastily averting her eyes like a frightened deer.

Every time at this time, Chun Cheng's throat would overflow with laughter.

One stroke at a time, bowing your head and raising your head, your feelings slowly blossom.

Time passed bit by bit, sweat, wet, and bangs dripped to the ground along his chin. Chun Cheng unbuttoned the top button of his robe with his left hand, and held the pen with his right hand. The world is stunning, with a variety of styles.

Painting in a serious manner, flirting in a gentle manner, Zhixiu's heart is itchy when she sees her, and she actually hopes that she can drop the pen and come over and hug her.

After finishing the last stroke, Chun Cheng joyfully moved the easel to her: "Are you satisfied?"

Hearing that her voice was slightly hoarse, it was rare for Zhixiu not to be shy, so she mustered up the courage to look.Seeing this, thousands of trees were blooming in her heart, crackling and burning. She felt pink all over her body: "Satisfied, it's just..."

"Don't worry, you won't be seen by outsiders."

Chun Cheng hugged her and sat on the small couch, deliberately ignoring all the involuntary reactions of the person in her arms. She pretended nothing happened, and explained the development history of oil painting to her with a smile.

In the end, she looked at the canvas mischievously: "Xiuxiu, why don't we make another one?"

"No." Zhixiu bit her lower lip and grabbed her sleeve. At this moment, how could she not know that Chun Cheng was deliberately teasing her, but she was afraid that Chun Cheng would continue to torture her gently, and her soft red lips stuck to her On the side of the neck, silently expressing an uncontrollable infatuation.

"Huh? Xiuxiu, what does this mean?" Chun Cheng teased her with restraint.

"you……"

Zhixiu closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, tears welled up in her eyes. She was so charming, I felt pity for her.She was buried in Chuncheng's neck, her voice was muffled, with a bewildering hoarseness: "Come and accompany me..."

The night is deep, the spring is falling, I hate the short time, and I am gentle.

At dawn, the young master and the young wife were in bed together.

Gui Niang guards the studio and does not allow anyone to enter, even if Chun Linsheng came, she would be driven back with a cold face.

At noon, the door of the studio opened from the inside, Chun Cheng held Zhixiu's hand, brows blushed with joy, full of affection, wishing to get tired of being together all the time.

The person left, and as a personal maid, Chunhua Xinghua tidied up the studio with a blushing face.

There was no mess as imagined, only ashes were left in the brazier. Thinking of what it was, the two of them turned their eyes away and dared not look again.

The window was open, incense was lit from the copper stove, and the smoke curled up, but it was unknown whether the incense was lit by the young master or the young lady.

The bed was tidy, incense was burned in the room, easels and paint boxes were neatly piled up there, so cautious that no one could see a trace of it.

The sun was high, because I missed the morning class last night because of the absurdity, so as not to be teased by my roommate when I got back to Jingteng, I asked Zhixiu's opinion, Chun Cheng sent someone to the Department of Medicine to ask for a day off, and turned around to take his sweetheart for a boat trip on the lake. Enjoy the great spring.

Passing in front of the Xia family's gate, the formerly majestic Xia family fell into disrepair.

The beggar squatted at the door with a broken bowl to beg for rewards from the passing nobles. The big blue and white bowl with a chipped mouth was handed in front of him. Chun Cheng took out two silver dollars from his pocket, and the beggar with yellow teeth was full of auspicious words.

In the past, when he met noble people who were not short of money at this time, he would have the cheek to ask for more, but now Chun Cheng, who was dressed as an expensive son, was so shocked that he didn't dare to be presumptuous, and he honestly blocked Xia's door.

Unexpectedly, the door opened, and Xia Chenyuan, who was dressed in commoner clothes, had gray temples and a bamboo basket on his arm, ready to go shopping.

The family wealth is gone, the servants are gone, the prosperity and beauty are like a wisp of green smoke, and the smoke will disperse when the wind blows.Turmoil in the world and changing dynasties are common, not to mention the rise and fall of a family.

Regardless of the animosity among young people, business competition is inevitable.Fortunately, Xia Chenyuan still has a son, and it is unknown if the son is alive and revived.

He relaxed and walked in front of Chun Cheng, honor or shame.

"Uncle Shi." Chun Cheng called out to stop him.

Xia Chenyuan's eyebrows were cold, and he sneered: "Who is Patriarch Chun calling? This old man can't afford to be an uncle!"

Chun Cheng squeezed Xiu's fingertips, signaling her to rest assured.

She stepped forward and made a junior salute: "Shi Bo is a hero, and Chun Cheng respects him from the bottom of his heart. Shi Bo doesn't need to harbor resentment, just peck and drink, cause and effect will be determined early."

"Yes, this old man is not as capable as Chun Linsheng. If he loses, he deserves it. I just don't know. Does Patriarch Chun have the slightest ability as his father? Can you hold on to the family business?"

Chun Cheng smiled indifferently: "Although Chun is not talented, compared with several senior brothers, I think I did a good job. First, I didn't harm my family, and second, I didn't abandon my old father. The world is ruthless, and the Xia family has to blame themselves. I can't blame my father for being cruel.

Ask yourself, Shibo doesn't want to take his nephew's life?Cutting grass without leaving roots is the way to protect yourself.Smart people, why talk foolishly? "

"Okay, let's see who can have the last laugh!" Xia Chenyuan left angrily with a vegetable basket on his shoulders.

"A Yu."

"What's your order, master?"

Chun Cheng's brows were stern, and her beautiful eyes rolled into a faint smile. She fiddled with the glittering wedding ring on her finger: "Keep an eye on him, I want to know what he did and said at any time."

"Yes, Master!"

Chopping the grass does not remove the roots, but the spring breeze blows and regenerates.

Chun Cheng stared at the willows on the side of the road, new shoots sprouted, she held the cat ear jar in her hand indifferently, and for a moment, her mind was at peace.

Taking into account the past friendship, father spared Xia Chenyuan, only to force the Xia family to fall apart like a mess of scattered sand.

However, if the sand gathers to form a tower, if this matter is changed to Chun Cheng, she will not show mercy.

She has a wife, a father, a family and a business. She wants to live a prosperous life in the ever-changing world, but she has no mercy for her enemies.

A pair of plain hands gently held her palm, Chun Cheng regained consciousness in a trance, the coldness dissipated, and she smiled softly: "Xiuxiu."

Zhixiu responded clearly, and said softly, "Whatever you want to do, just do it. I will always support you."

Chun Cheng has no shortage of young people's arrogance, courage, wisdom, and courage.I know what kind of person I love, so I can accept all her hardness and softness calmly.Zhixiu loves her everything, loves her lingeringly, and also loves her decisively.

On April's day in the world, the third young master of the Xia family who was on the run died of illness on the way.

In the little tail of April, the eldest young master Xia Li was taken back to the old house of Xia's family. The father and son got together, and their every move was under surveillance.

The rapidly growing Patriarch Chun stood leaning on a railing, pushed up her delicate gold-rimmed glasses, wore a neat suit, and ushered in her era of prosperity with a proud attitude.