Marriage by agreement, focus on participation

The hard lead in Fu Wan's hand fell to the light brown wooden floor with a clatter, Qi Ye's dry and hot palm pressed against the back of his hand, and at that moment the soft and thin texture of home clothes magnified infinitely in his palm , and at the same time, Qi Ye felt the tight abdominal muscles behind this layer of fabric.

"I really didn't draw wrong." Fu Wan looked up at Qi Ye, "Styling and body proportions are the basic skills of painting."

He was sitting, and Qi Ye was standing. This posture of raising his head allowed him to see the corners of Qi Ye's mouth leisurely raised a little.

He realized that Qi Ye might be teasing him.

It was different from the time when the two brothers were fighting, this time Qi Ye teased and teased him with something strange.

"Sophisticated scum, I'm talking about people like you." Fu Wan looked away, "I always thought you were clean and dust-free."

"That's not enough, Fu Zaozao." Qi Ye rubbed his thumb over his knuckles, "You are only allowed to say hi, but not me?"

Fu Wan's fingertips rested on the belt of the home clothes around Qi Ye's waist, and she curled her fingers to hook it: "No, don't make trouble for me."

He hurriedly glanced at Qi Ye, picked up the pencil, and continued to revise his draft.

"Wanwan, what are you researching?" Qi Ye picked up the collection of opinions that Fu Wan had printed on the desk, and his eyes stopped on the paper for a while, "The tension on the surface of the drawing and illustration cards?"

Fu Wan nodded: "Do you understand?"

"Yiyou may not be so professional, but I can give you some pointers on this draft of yours." Qi Ye opened his fingers, took the pencil, and framed a separate area on the drawing, "Besides the character interaction, the atmosphere And tension, you can understand it as, half-hidden imagination."

"Ah?" Fu Wan didn't understand, "Tell me specifically."

"That's right, don't just describe the main body of the character." Qi Ye moved his wrist, and the pencil brushed across the snow-white paper, sketching a human figure whose posture can be seen, "Think about it, if I How about adding you here?"

Fu Wan opened her eyes slightly, looking at the extremely simple but clear lines in Qi Ye's pen. Qi Ye's voice was right next to his ears, and the air trembled with his heartbeat: "Add you who are sitting on the ground with disheveled clothes and blurry eyes."

Fu Wan: "..."

The ear used to receive words became warm first, he raised his right hand vainly, and brushed the slightly long hair on the back of his head in a self-deceiving manner, but he couldn't block it.

Qi Ye didn't seem to be looking at him at all, the hard lead was still scribbling lines on the paper.

Different from his fine painting style, Qi Ye is very pursuing efficiency, he only asks to be able to convey the content, and never draws too much. Even so, he still understands the meaning of Qi Ye's expression.

"If you still think it's not enough, you can fill in the surrounding scenes, the clothes at the end of the bed, the small objects on the ground." Qi Ye held the pencil, the joints protruded, and the pencil stopped on the paper, "Environment, props , lighting and other game scene design, here is your professional field.”

"Oh...Okay." Fu Wan nodded.

He felt that this line of thinking should be correct, because Qi Ye was clearly telling him the solution seriously, but he still couldn't help thinking about Qi Ye's strong and lean abdominal muscles under the home clothes for a while, After a while, he recalled the kiss that Qi Ye blocked him in front of the door.

It's over, he thought.

From now on, he is not paying late, he is paying Wan.

However, Prince Da Qi's earnestness was unanimous at this time, so he wanted to see the effect of the whole picture and asked him to complete the draft.

He is digging a hole and jumping by himself.

Now I'm going to draw my own fan art.

"Forget it." Qi Ye stopped after watching him refine the two characters, "That's it, save time, and keep it for collection."

There are two styles of painting for Fu Wan's scenes and people. Fu Wan's cg scenes are gentle and exquisite, but he draws people in a two-dimensional style. Qi Ye doesn't really want to watch it when the atmosphere is a bit charming He draws little people.

"Is there anything else you don't understand?" Qi Ye put his hand on his neck and rubbed it.

"There are still a few comments with a high repetition rate of words." Fu Wan said, "I think it's quite valuable. I'm tired today, so let's read it tomorrow."

He leaned back comfortably on the back of the chair, turned his face sideways, with a tired expression, raised his head to bring Qi Ye into his peripheral vision, and the shimmering sunshine caressed Qi Ye's body.

Qi Ye laughed softly, and the hand on his neck didn't leave, playing with his neckline as if he couldn't put it down: "I rarely see you work so hard, do you like this game so much?"

The laziness of paying late is born.

In middle and high school, if the teacher assigned too much homework, he really couldn't write it.

He would rather stand at the gate of the class the next morning and be surrounded by people. He can't write, and he is very good at bargaining with the teacher.

"Is it okay?" Fu Wan was itchy when Qi Ye touched him, but he didn't hide. After realizing that the other party seemed to be very interested in the position of his collarbone, he took the initiative to rub against Qi Ye's hand, "This game is You selected the key support projects in the next half year, I can't embarrass the first batch of projects after our Highness succeeds, can I?"

Knowing it in your heart and hearing it with your own mouth are two different experiences.

Qi Ye held the corner of his mouth, and with the hand resting on his neckline, he leisurely unbuttoned two shirts, leaving several creases on Fu Wan's clean and tidy white shirt.

This feeling was quite novel to Xiang Wan, it was the first time he faced Qi Ye's desire for him directly.

He could clearly feel that Qi Ye liked him and every part of him.

It was completely different from their previous closeness.

His eyes were dimmed, and he handed over his control to the other party.

"You don't have to work so hard." Qi Ye said, "You can eat soft food, I can't afford to support your little hobbies."

The wind cruising through the clouds, swirling lightly, and stopped in the clouds.

Fu Wan had been obediently letting it be manipulated, until someone who made an inch of it pinched the position on his chest.

"Ah..." He tilted his head, grinned, raised his right hand, grasped Qi Ye's cuff, pulled that troubled hand away from his heart, and bit Qi Ye with a loud bite. Ye's fingertips.

Qi Ye: "..."

"Let go, Fu Zaozao." Qi Ye clasped his fingers together and patted his cheek, "I just took the pencil and didn't wash my hands, you go and rinse your mouth."

Fu Wan was escorted by his brother to wash in the bathroom, and suddenly remembered that when he was a child, Qi Ye often carried him to do this and that, as if he was using his little brother.

"You are the only one who is clean." Fu Wan complained softly, "Oh, no, you are not clean either."

Qi Ye stood behind him, leaning against the door with his elbows bent, glanced at the blush on the white skin behind his ears, and smiled softly.

The next morning, Qi Ye woke up a little later, the kitchen was already occupied by Fu early on, and arrogant singing could be heard from far away.

Qi Ye stopped in his tracks and carefully judged whether the song was original or out of tune.

The late breakfast is based on the recipe, milk sandwiches and shoe-shaped fried eggs, plus a slice of half-cooked ham.

"Are you touched?" He put the breakfast on the plate and took a picture with his mobile phone.

Qi Ye didn't dare to move, but he glanced at the wedding ring on Fu Wan's finger, and he felt as if he was lucky enough to share the warm sunshine in his heart, and the fried egg in the shape of a shoehorn instantly became pleasing to the eye.

"It's okay." Qi Ye sat down on the edge of the island, reached out and hooked the plate in front of him.

Well, on the bread slice of the sandwich, his name was written in ketchup, and a circle of flowers and plants was drawn next to it.

Fu Wan is already posting to group Moments——

[Fu Erdai]: The loving breakfast for Qi Ye comes from Fu Wan's romance. [picture]

[An Xia]: ...

[Second Generation Vice Fu]: It looks delicious, ask your husband to eat more.

[Qi Feifei]: Soybean covers her mouth and laughs.jpg

Qi Ye ate silently, and with a fingertip, he opened the screen of the phone and browsed the morning newspaper pushed by Xinyu.

Fu Wan was originally arguing with A Yao, but in the middle of replying to the message, he caught a glimpse of Qi Ye's slightly furrowed eyebrows.

The word tasteless, like a flash of inspiration, jumped into his head with his legs.

Recently, he has become more sensitive to Qi Ye, to the point where he would ponder over Qi Ye's tiny movements and expressions over and over again.

Is it hard to eat?

People have filters for the food they cook.

He was praised by Qi Ye several times, and he thought he could make elixir instantly.

But in fact, Qi Ye didn't let him into the kitchen a few times?

His brother, who occasionally called him a waste, would rather wrong himself in some places than maintain his self-esteem and respect his feelings.

In fact, a salted fish doesn't have that much self-esteem.

Qi Ye had just finished scrolling through one morning message and was reading the next one when a hand came from his side and took away the dinner plate in front of him.

"Don't eat it if it doesn't taste good." Fu Wan said confidently, "Your acting skills are not very good."

"Actually, today is fine..." Qi Ye said.

Fu Wan recklessly confiscated Qi Ye's breakfast, and handed over a small bottle of orange-flavored mouthwash: "Go eat in our company's cafeteria."

Qi Ye was surrounded by the sweet and sour taste of oranges.

Fu Wan had just graduated, so she didn't need to find a job, and she didn't have to go to the studio every day.

But Qi Ye officially took up the position of director of Xinyu today. He wanted to go to work with Qi Ye, so he changed his clothes and sat on the sofa to wait.

He didn't wear slippers, but stepped on the carpet in white socks, flipping through the atlas on his phone, thinking about which pair of precious shoes he should have today.

"Have you chosen?" Qi Ye came down from the stairs, unbuttoning his cuffs as he walked.

"It's difficult to choose." Fu Wan glanced at Qi Ye's clothes.

Hmm...simple business casual.

I don't know which one to wear, but when I walk with Qi Ye, I can look more CP.

"Then I'll take it for you casually." Qi Ye went into the cloakroom and picked out the one that was more pleasing to the eye, without weird shoelaces or prints.

Fu Wan threw away the phone, and was about to sit up with both hands on the sofa, when Qi Ye walked to the edge of the sofa, bent one leg, and pressed his knee against his chest: "Lie down, Princess, I'll wear it for you."

"Is falling in love so good?" Fu Wan sank into the sofa, dangling her legs, "Someone even helps put on the shoes."

"Yes, you can take off your clothes for you too." Qi Ye said quietly.

"Damn." Fu Wan sat up all of a sudden, "Brother, can you stop saying such things to me seriously?"

He sat on the edge of the sofa with slightly hot cheeks, and his heart was itchy, as if the wind had blown.

Qi Ye pressed his ankles and helped him tie his shoelaces one by one, dressing them carefully.

He was used to dishonesty, and with his other free foot, he kicked back and forth, passed Qi Ye's waist, and almost stepped on Qi Ye's shoulder again.

"Fu Zaozao." Qi Ye calmly helped him put on the other shoe, suddenly grabbed his ankles with both hands, pulled him towards him, dragged him a little more, bent down and pressed down, "Hit you."

Supporting himself with both hands, he raised his head and kissed Qi Ye on the chin, and said lazily and perfunctorily, "Your Highness, calm down."