C59 Guess What

How could Yu Mu Chen not see through her little scheme? He just did not expose her. With a faint smile, he lifted up the fields and put them back on the bed, "Then let's sleep a little longer!"

The small hands of the field clung to Yu Mubai's clothes.

"But I don't want to sleep!"

"Then lie down and rest!"

"I don't want to lie down either!"

Yu Mu Chen …

The field stared at him innocently.

"What do you want? You want me to tell you a fairy tale and coax you to sleep?"

At this moment, Young Master Chen was also baffled. How could he be so patient with her?

No matter how much trouble she caused, he didn't have a temper!

This, was not like him at all!

Tian Tian didn't reply, but continued to look at him with an adorable look in her eyes.

Yu Mubai had no choice but to admit it.

"I don't know how to tell stories!"

The field looked at him pitifully!

How about I go online and look for it? "

There was no other way, he could only turn to the almighty network.

"Pfft." The field couldn't hold it in and laughed.

"I'm not a young friend, why would I listen to a fairy tale!"

He shook Yu Mu Chen's arm.

"Actually, before you came back, I did a sketch of you, but …"

She pouted, "I was just angry and I tore it to shreds!"

"Tear it to pieces?!" Yu Mucheng squinted as he stared into the darkness of the fields with a hint of cunning in his eyes.

Field stuck out his little pink tongue,

"Hehe, the main thing is that the drawing just now was not good either. I want to redraw now. You sit there and act like a model. Let me do the same for you!"

"You don't have any strength?"

"It's better now!"

"No more fever?"

"Hee hee, it's not burning at all!"

The field tilted its head, tucked its chin, raised its eyebrows, blinked its eyes, and acted cute without any moral integrity!

Yu Mu Chen chuckled lowly as he tapped the tip of her exquisite nose with his index finger.

"You mischievous brat!"

Then he put his hands under the arms of the field and pulled her up again and put a pillow behind her and let her lean against it.

Then he got up and took the sketchbook and pencil from the dressing table and put them in the hands of the field.

"Do you need me to coordinate with you? Do you need me to pose?"

Fieldland shook his head. "No need, just sit there and talk to me!"

"Shouldn't you tell me?"

She was just a chatterbox. She had nothing better to do, yet she was still boasting with him. How could she give up her home ground to someone else?

"I don't like to talk when I'm drawing!"

"But I don't know what to say to make you happy. You can only paint me when you're happy, can't you?"

If he was unhappy, he might be able to make him look like his second senior brother.

This little thing had a lot of ideas!

"Heh heh."

With Yu Mubai's looks, she thought to herself, it would be hard for her to be ugly.

"Why don't you sing for me!"

"I want to hear you sing!"

"You didn't sing that day in the practice room!"

Shi Wanying said Yu Mucheng sang well, and the field was particularly eager to hear it. Unfortunately, that day, she was very interested in creating opportunities for Luo Tianyin, so she ignored him and sang to her.

"What song do you want to hear?"

"Anything is fine. Sing what you're most proficient at!"

Field tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. The pen in his hand had already started to draw fluently on the paper.

Yu Mucheng also began to hum a song in a low voice. It was a very old song, "Little Town's Girl".

He didn't know many songs. This song was one of the songs that he was familiar with, and it could be considered one of the songs that he liked more or less.

Of course, when he forgot his words, he would mumble something about his past.

The field didn't care if he sang all the words.

Yu Mu Chen's voice was very beautiful and had a certain magnetism to it.

He was able to grasp the timing and rhythm perfectly!

As she drew, she shook her little head in praise.

As soon as he finished singing, she flattered him with her dog-leg,

"Uncle Chen, are you a singer delayed by business?"

"How can he sing so well!"

"Better than the celebrities I'm chasing!"

"Of course, if your looks were to develop in the entertainment circle, you would instantly kill those fresh meat every second!"

Yu Mucheng was looking at the field with curved eyebrows, praising him as he painstakingly drew his portrait. His mood was exceptionally good.

I thought the fields would be screaming and listening to him.

When Yu Mucheng thought about singing another song,

The field, on the other hand, did not speak for once, but was extremely serious in drawing her.

The room was quiet.

This kind of silence was enough to make people ignore everything.

It was said that when people did things seriously, they would look the best. Regardless of whether it was a man or a woman, these words were true.

Just like that, Yu Mu Chen stared silently at the fields as a thought suddenly popped into his mind: Silent as a virgin, acting like a rabbit.

This was her most appropriate description of her language.

Then, suddenly, another image appeared in his mind, the way she had looked when he had given her artificial respiration.

At that time, he was too worried about her safety to appreciate it.

Now that she thought about it, her eyes were tightly shut. She was extremely quiet, just like a sleeping beauty.

He finally understood why he always said those words to her, "Stop talking!"

Because when she was quiet, she was very beautiful, beautiful without a speck of dust.

It was not an exaggeration to say that it was a beauty that could overshadow the moon.

As for her, she was like a cute little fairy. Sometimes, she would cause a ruckus.

The phone in his pocket rang at an inopportune moment, and Yu Mu Chen fished it out impatiently.

He wanted to press the button, but when he saw the caller ID, he stopped and looked up at the field.

Coincidentally, the little girl was also glancing at him.

Young Master Chen waved the phone in his hand. "I'm going out to pick up a call!"

"Don't move!"

She was using the shadows to adjust the stereoscopic feel of the portrait. How could he move?

Yu Mu Chen was stunned and did not dare to move, allowing the phone to ring.

"It won't affect me to pick up the phone. Answer it!"

As he spoke, the pen in his hand did not stop. However, he did not hear Yu Mubai's voice for a long time. He raised his head and thought to himself.

"Why not?"

"Why don't you take a rest while I go outside to answer the call!" "Wait for me to come back before continuing my painting!"

Yu Mu Chen stood up, ready to leave!

"Halt!"

The field scolded him in a low voice and frowned.

"Which one of your concubines called? You're still picking up calls from outside! Are you afraid that I might hear your conversation? "

Yu Mucheng stopped and looked out at the fields.

and the fields are patting their beds and saying,

"You never avoided me when you answered the phone before!"

Yu Mucheng walked back and placed the phone in front of Field's eyes.

By this time, the ringing had stopped. The unlisted name on the screen caused the field to freeze.

"What would happen if he called you?"

"What do you think?"

Tian Yuan pursed his lips but didn't say anything. Yu Mucheng reached out and rubbed her little head.

"Her hair is disheveled, but she's still as good-looking as if she was combed into a ball!"

The field still did not speak!