Chapter 162

Mo Xiuchen has some helplessness in his heart. He clasps Wen Yiyi's head and gently bites her in her small mouth. Then he releases her. He breathes a little quickly and says in a hoarse voice: "I have to go. Stay here and don't run around. If you want to go out and play, tell Lu Shen that he knows the way and will drive you."

Wen Yiyi heard his voice, and then recovered from the kiss. She nodded with a red face and said, "I know."

Mo Xiuchen rubbed her hairy head, let her go, turned and went out.

Wen Yiyi looks at his back and disappears in the room. He reaches for his warm face. Thinking of the kiss that was different from the past, he purses his little mouth slightly. He is sweet in his heart.

After holding her face for a while, she thought about the design draft, and then quickly picked up her pen and began to draw.

but as she drew, there was one more face on the drawing.

Wen Yiyi looked at the person he drew when he was absent-minded, frowning and looking a little annoyed.

After a while, she sighed, kneaded the drawing of Mo Xiuchen's face and threw it aside. She took a new one and began to draw again.

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All morning, Wen Yiyi stayed in the room to draw the design draft, but didn't go out. Lu Shen knocked on the door once and asked her if she wanted to go out for a walk, but she refused.

Mo Xiuchen talked about the contract and went back to the hotel. The representative sent by the other party was going to invite him to lunch before he left, but he didn't know what was going on, so Wen Yiyi's face appeared in his mind, so after the representative finished, he refused directly.

Push open the door, Mo Xiu Chen goes in, dark and deep eyes in the living room around a circle, finally fall on the body of Wen Yi Yi.

She still kept her sitting posture when she went out at a quarter past nine, never changed. She buried her head and worked hard to catch up with the manuscript. She was very serious, and didn't even find out when he would come back.

In the porch for shoes, Mo Xiuchen feet toward her, shoes on the floor, make a slight sound, Wen Yiyi is still buried in the painting, as if not heard.

Three steps and two steps to the tea table, Mo Xiuchen looked down at the paper ball on the other side of the tea table, slightly pick eyebrows, "these are not?"

"Ah?" Leng Bu Ling Ding hears Mo Xiu Chen's voice, Wen Yi Yi is startled, hand a shake, that originally is a straight line, draw by her crooked.

Wen Yiyi pursed her lips, picked up the eraser and wiped off the crooked line. She looked up and said, "I'll throw it away later."

Mo Xiuchen did not answer, just sat on the sofa, picked up one of the paper, ready to open to see the achievements of Wen Yiyi's painting, but unexpectedly saw his face painted by Wen Yiyi.

Wen Yiyi's painters are very good. Both people and objects are well handled.

This picture shows Mo Xiuchen standing in front of the French window on the high floor, holding a tall glass in her hand, looking down at the scenery downstairs, with only one side face. But the familiarity of the outline still makes Mo Xiuchen recognize himself at a glance.

He stared at the picture and looked at it several times. Then he suddenly praised it and said, "it's not bad."

"Not bad." Wen Yiyi answered vaguely, thinking that he was sitting by to see her design draft.

Mo Xiuchen chuckled. He picked up some other paper balls and opened them. All the people in them were him. He was standing in all kinds of places and doing all kinds of things