Nana Ming is also under special attack today

Mr. Qihai paused, then lifted it up again, seeming to lose interest in Jiang Jing: "Actually, it doesn't need to be so troublesome, as long as there are photos."

I let go and looked at Mr. blankly.

Sir... are you so disgusted!Do you dislike my paintings so much?As soon as you hear that I am going to paint him, you want to leave here immediately? !

I grabbed my husband's collar and wanted to reason with him: "Doesn't the gentleman want me to paint for you? If you don't like the painting, just tell me."

I muttered aggrievedly: "I won't blame Mr.

He snorted heavily: "I won't be angry either."

"Aren't you already angry?" Mr. Nanami pursed his lips and reminded me, "Miss Takishima, let go of your hand, you're about to unbutton me."

I looked at my fingers, and felt that Mr. Nanami was lying to me, so I grabbed them hard on purpose, but unexpectedly, with a slap, my fingertips touched another person's hot skin.

Oops.

I let go, folded my hands in front of my lower abdomen, and quickly closed my eyes: "I'm sleeping, I didn't do anything."

"A cat who plays dumb after making trouble will act a little more like you." Mr. Qihai taunted me.

"So what." I said stubbornly, "This is my revenge on Mr. Qihai, who made you dislike my paintings."

"Didn't Ms. Takishima just say that she wasn't angry?"

"I've changed my mind."

Mr. Qihai snorted: "Really? Then this is really powerful revenge."

He sighed, as if muttering to himself: "Really, why am I competing with a character like Miss Takino?"

"What kind of personality is my personality? I can hear it, Mr. Qihai, you are a puppy when you speak ill of others in person." I changed into a posture with my arms folded, "Slightly."

"Miss Takishima cares about my comments?"

"Of course I care, Mr. Nanami is an important person."

"An important friend?"

I tilted my head, because I was very happy with Mr. Qihai's personal approval, and immediately forgot that he still disliked me just now, opened my eyes and showed him a conciliatory smile: "That's right!"

Mr. Nanami put his fingers on my arm together, and then released them. After passing through the shadow cast by the tall slanted columns, Mr. Qihai raised his head again, showing the expression he had when he first met me: "That's fine."

I was taken aback, and grabbed Mr. Qihai's neckline again. Mr. Qihai stopped and looked at me gently: "What's the matter?"

It doesn't seem like it should have such an expression, did I say something wrong?

I clutched my husband's clothes blankly, and because of his expression, I suddenly regained some of my usual rationality.

Why does he look so lonely all of a sudden.

"Mr. Qihai, Mr. Qihai." I reached out and tried to reach his forehead, but I couldn't reach it anyway, so I called him anxiously, "Sir, sir."

"You lower your head a little.?"

Mr. Nanami didn't bow his head, but asked me patiently: "Miss Takishima, what's the matter?"

"Oh," I said with a straight face, "please cooperate with me, sir."

Seeing that he was still moving, I had no choice but to let out a long sigh, pulled his windbreaker and tried to stand up, put my palm on the man's forehead, rubbed it lightly, and said to the man with a surprised expression: "Look, sir If you don't obey me, I will have to find Mr. myself."

"Even if you stand tall, I can reach you." I said proudly.

"Miss Takishima, don't worry about such trivial things." Mr. Nanami hid under my hands, unable to see his expression clearly.

"I can't help it!" I grabbed his shoulder, forced him to look down at me, and said seriously, "Mr.'s expression is obviously a look that wants me to care! It's obviously a look I really need someone’s comforting expression! I’m the only one here!”

"I don't mind comforting Mr.." I thought of Chiye who was crying and pounced on me in elementary school because of a fall and bruise, and I felt affectionate. "I can touch my head or rub my face, I can do it!"

"...It's Ms. Takishima's illusion." Mr. Nanami was so distracted by me that he couldn't see the way, so he simply stopped where he was.

"Mr. Qihai is really not a straightforward person." I thought of this, and I laughed first, "But Mr. Qihai wanted to come to me to comfort me. In fact, I am quite happy. This is a sign that Mr. Qihai agrees with me."

"It's cute to be treated like a baby by Mr. Qihai suddenly." I added in a low voice, "It's good for Mr. to be like this every day—of course, I don't mean to hope that Mr. is unhappy."

Mr. Qihai coughed and bumped me up. I was so frightened that I immediately let go of his shoulders and nestled in his arms. The sound of my quiet breathing was swept into the wind. There was a gentle smile on Mr.'s lips: "I know , Ms. Takishima can become my friend, which is already reassuring enough."

"A pure person like Ms. Takishima should not be disturbed by more superfluous thoughts, and there is no need to guess my unnecessary mood."

Here it is again, this strange feeling.

"Sir, don't say that about yourself," I squeezed my chin in distress: "I don't have such a powerful brain as Mr. Qihai. If you don't explain it like me, I don't understand everything about you."

"Although I really want you to explain it clearly to me, but if, if it is because I want to make Mr. Nanami happy, it makes Mr. Nan feel burdened," I forcefully jumped out of Mr.'s princess hug with my feet Go on, "Sir, just tell me, I will do nothing, you have to put your mood first—"

However, it was obvious that my handsomeness didn't last long. As soon as I jumped to the ground, my knees softened and I quickly rushed to the ground.

"Sir, give me a hand——"

His hands wrapped around my waist from behind me, and the husband half-bent behind me, with his back to me, and wrapped me into his arms.

I softened my feet and finished the second half of the sentence with a trembling voice: "In this case, I will be happy for your happiness, even if I have nothing to do with you."

My husband severely interrupted the second half of my sentence: "I never said that."

While speaking, he was already lying next to my ear, his chin pressed against my shoulder as if nothing, and said in a voice low enough for me to forget in a second: "Miss Takishima is the one who always forgets to put herself I put my mood first, and I am also worried, but I am the one who burdens you."

"As for your... actions, I am not offended."

"It's better to say," I heard the inexplicably tense voice of my husband, "I'm very... happy."

"Even if I ran over to find you in a particularly noisy manner?"

"Well, thank you for coming to see me."

"Even if I nag meddle in your life?"

"Well, Ms. Takishima is very kind, I am very happy."

"Even if I want you to try my new dessert in two days?"

"Uh-huh?"

"Then it's an agreement." I turned around happily, my lips seemed to be rubbing against something warm, but I was focused on the matter that my husband promised me. Looking at his shocked expression, I said happily, " I will make the best dessert for you!"