Chapter 183

Shuya has taken many photos, including the cover of fashion magazines, film publicity photos, street photos, including professional photographers at every event, showing her most beautiful side.

But the portrait was the first time, and it was painted by Han Mo himself.

Shuya's eyes have been on the portrait. One hand gently touches the paper. The paper is so beautiful. Unlike taking photos, there is a professional post team to repair the film. Han Mo's portrait perfectly restores Shuya's side face.

But it's not exactly the same. Happiness in her eyes is like quiet spring water. Shuya's slender fingers slowly move near her eyes, gently touch her eyes on the drawing paper, and whisper, "is this look you imagine painting?"

Han Morton said, "that's your eyes. I'm not xiaoxuanxuan. I can only paint abstract. My painting is highly restored. Whether it's appearance or expression, this is your eyes when I paint."

Shuya couldn't believe it. She looked at the eyes full of happiness on the drawing paper again. She admitted that Han Mo's paintings were very similar, just like the photos taken, but this look had never been revealed from the blockbusters she had taken. She always gave people the feeling that she was an unattainable fairy sister, with a touch of melancholy in her eyes, which people admire but dare not approach.

But at the moment, the self on the drawing paper is a warm image of a little woman, without any disguise and heavy armor. She once admired people with such eyes. She didn't expect to have them herself.

Shuya sat on the sofa, Han Mo stood beside her. They didn't speak any more, but they looked in the same direction. The air was filled with the smell of happiness, like flowers, like dew, like honey, quiet but gentle and affectionate.

Shuya looks at the portrait and Han Mo looks at Shuya.

Suddenly, a soft, waxy voice broke the silence of the adults, "Mom, I'm hungry, my stomach is hungry."

The little guy looked at his parents with pitiful eyes. Shuya was stunned and quickly took back her expression. Han Mo also coughed to ease her embarrassment.

Shu yachong drowned and touched the child's stomach. "Yes, I'm hungry. Mom cooks for you." Then he got up and prepared to go to the kitchen.

The little guy said hurriedly, "let dad cook for me."

After the black breakfast that morning, the little guy didn't expect anything from his mother's meal. He not only didn't expect it, but also was a little afraid. The little guy shook his head hard and looked frightened.

Shuya's just rising enthusiasm was poured with cold water.

Han Mo came over with a smile and touched the child's head. "Dad cooked for Xuanxuan."

Since the last failed breakfast experience, Shu Ya has devoted herself to learning cooking at home when she is free and hopes to show her skills again. Today, she wanted to cook for the little guy, but she didn't expect the little guy to resist so much.

Shuya suddenly seemed to remember something. At present, the excited north and South Korean Mo said, "you cook for Xuanxuan, and I'll cook for you."

Han Mo: "er..."

Shuya glared round her eyes and forced her to ask, "don't you want to?"

"No, No." Han Mo hurriedly shook his head to express his position. Even if he had it in his heart, he dared not say it. At this time, he envied Xuanxuan very much and had the right to refuse his mother's meal. Han Mo was bitter in his heart, but he couldn't say

The kitchen of Shu Ya's family is very big. The brand-new kitchen utensils have not been used very much at first sight. Her aunt does hygiene every week. If Xuanxuan comes, her aunt will come every day and be responsible for cooking. However, during this time, the little guy has been in Han Mo's family, and she cooks a few times by herself.

"What would you like to eat? I'll make it for you. " Shuya's black eyes are big and round, like an innocent little girl.

In fact, Han Mo wants to say that it's not what he wants to eat, but what Shuya can do. In his memory, Shuya really doesn't know how to cook.

Han Mo hesitated and didn't answer. Shuya opened the refrigerator with both hands and showed Han mo the inventory in the refrigerator.

It's really everything. A full refrigerator is enough to make a big meal.

"I'll wash the dishes. Let's make Yuxuan what she likes first." Although Shuya wants to show her cooking skills, she also wants to focus on children. Just now, the little guy has been shouting that he is hungry and must make food for the children first. Shuya decides to start.

The long black hair hangs behind her shoulders. From time to time, several strands run to the front with Shuya's head down posture. Shuya takes off her rubber gloves and conveniently pins the hair behind her ears.

This tiny action was seen by Han Mo, "I'll help you tie up your hair."

"Huh?" Shuya was stunned. "It's all right. I'll do it myself." She took off her gloves and was ready to find the rubber band.

Suddenly, Shuya felt her hair touched. The person who was still beside her was already standing behind her.

With the action that the hair is completely lifted, a burst of crisp hemp flows all over the body along the hair, and finally climbs to the cheek to add a touch of crimson.

"Well... I, I'll find the rubber band." Shuya's body is stiff. For fear that Han Mo finds her embarrassment at the moment, she wants to go out to find the neutral position of the rubber band and slow down.

Han Mo didn't let go, but whispered, "don't use rubber bands."

Shuya didn't know how he did it. She just felt that her long hair was manipulated behind her head. Han Mo left behind her. She reached out and gently touched her head, but there was one more hair.

She was surprised to take a picture of the glass on the cabinet. Her long hair was shaped by Han Mo in the blink of an eye.

Han Mo continued cooking as if nothing had happened. He really just rolled Shuya's hair up without thinking about any shape. Fortunately, Shuya's hair is long and easy to dish, which is very simple for him.

But for Shuya, this completely exceeded her understanding of Han mo. some time ago, when she first saw Han Mo's hair for Xuanxuan, she was already very surprised, but Han Mo's explanation was searched online and learned it.

At that time, Shuya believed it without much thought, but now Han Mo blinked and made her hair so neat. Is such a professional technique also the basis of online learning?

"Han Mo, how did you get your hair?" Shuya asked in a low voice. She didn't know why she had a faint uneasiness in her heart. In the years since she broke up with Han Mo, she really didn't know what Han Mo was doing. She even wondered if Han Mo had another girlfriend in recent years.

Han Mo didn't know what Shuya thought. He replied casually, "didn't you say it last time? There was nothing to learn online before."

"But your technique just now is very professional. If you don't practice it many times, how can you be so skilled." Shuya said with a questioning tone.

Han Mo realized at this time that Shuya seemed to have misunderstood something. He put down his work and turned to the worried Shuya.

"I swear, I only curled your hair except Xuanxuan." Han Mo is telling the truth. In this world, except for Xuanxuan, he only gave Shu yapan hair, just now, that was the first time.

"Really?" Shuya asked with her mouth.

"How could I lie to you." Han Mo's expression is sincere.

Shuya's shy blush on her cheek hasn't faded, "then you swear you won't touch other women's hair in the future, except Xuanxuan."

Han Mo smiled and said, "OK, I swear, I'll only get your hair and xiaoxuanxuan's hair in the future to make you more and more beautiful."

Shuya nodded shyly, smiled at the corners of her mouth, turned her head and continued to be busy fighting Han mo.

No matter how steady a woman is at ordinary times and how excellent she is at work, she will become a naive little girl in front of the man she likes. She makes trouble without reason from time to time, sprinkles a little Jiao and loses a little temper. It is not that she is not sensible enough, but that she enjoys the feeling of being spoiled.

Han Mo didn't understand before. After meeting Shuya, he understood.

When lunch time came, the little guy enjoyed the exclusive children's set meal made by his father for her. Eating was her happiest moment.

Han Mo helplessly looked at the "delicious" in front of him.

"Try it." Shuya looks forward to Han mo.

Han Mo crossed his heart and picked up the noodles in the soup bowl with chopsticks. This is the only lunch that Shuya has made successfully in a busy noon