Chapter 218

It took Qin Muchen several days to finish the painting.

In the past few days, Su Ziyue served him tea and water and cooked food graciously, transforming herself into a gentle and skillful little wife.

However, the food she cooks...

Qin Muchen picked up a chopstick of vegetables and put them into his mouth, chewed them decisively twice, and then swallowed them without changing his face.

Fortunately, today's dish just forgot to put salt.

After eating scallion oil fish for three consecutive days, Su Ziyue began to try to cook other dishes.

It's just that every time there are one or two dishes that forget to put oil or salt, or there are too many ingredients.

He originally wanted to cook by himself, but Su Ziyue insisted on being so attentive, so he didn't refuse.

"How is it?" Seeing Qin Mu eating without changing his face, Su Ziyue was not sure how the food was cooked today.

Qin Mushen glanced at her indifferently, and changed the subject: "I finished the painting, and put it in the study, and someone will come to frame it in the afternoon."

"En." Su Ziyue nodded, with joy in her eyes.

Qin Muchen curled his lips, and ate all the dish that he forgot to put salt in.

...

After dinner, Su Ziyue went to Qin Muchen's study.

It's just that when she saw the painting, she angrily wanted to go downstairs to find Qin Muchen to settle the score.

"how?"

Just as Qin Muchen opened the door and came in, Su Ziyue bumped into his arms.

He quickly reached out to support her and stabilize her figure.

Su Ziyue withdrew from his arms with dissatisfaction on her face.

She didn't speak, and took Qin Muchen to the desk, pointed to the painting on it and said, "I asked you to draw it like this?"

"Isn't that good?" Qin Muchen looked at the painting above, his eyes flashed with satisfaction.

A woman with long curly hair in a red dress put her hands on the chest of a man in a black suit, raised her head slightly to look at the man, her eyes were full of lingering, lingering love.

And the man in the black suit had one arm around her waist, the other on her slender hand on his chest, with an expression of about to kiss her...

What the whole painting shows is lingering and nostalgic, with a strong atmosphere of ambiguity and ambiguity.

Su Ziyue stared at it for a while, and felt her face was hot, so she hurriedly turned her head away.

She exclaimed, "It's not the same as the one on the card!"

Qin Muchen put his arm around her waist, rolled her into his arms, grabbed her hand with his free hand, and imitated the pose in the painting, letting her palm press his chest.

Qin Mushen looked down at her, and said nonsense solemnly: "The picture on the card can't be imagined or felt, so I can't draw it."

"Then how could you draw it before!"

Su Ziyue raised her head, wanting to stare at him bitterly, but she was caught off guard by his dark eyes that were as deep as a whirlpool.

Qin Muchen approached slowly.

Su Ziyue's voice sounded so close to him, it seemed very ethereal: "Your expression is exactly the same as in the painting, I just want to..."

The word "kiss you" was interrupted by the sudden ringtone of the mobile phone.

Su Ziyue quickly pushed him away to answer the phone.

...

It was Su Youcheng who called, and she vaguely heard Su Yige's voice on the other end.

"Come back for a meal when you have time."

Probably because of what happened last time, Su Youcheng's voice was particularly cold.

Su Ziyue chuckled: "Then, we'll talk when we have time."

Su Youcheng on the other end choked, held his breath, and spoke again after a while: "Come back for dinner tonight, if you don't have time, arrange a time."

When the voice fell, the phone was hung up.

Su Ziyue hooked her lips and put away her phone.

Su Yige is also at Su's house?

What did Su Youcheng mean by telling her to go back to eat?

"Whose phone number?" Qin Muchen asked her suddenly.

But it was obvious from his expression that he already knew who was calling.

"My grandpa, let me go back to dinner at night."

Su Ziyue didn't hide from him, and turned to look at the painting after speaking.

Although it is said to be a cartoon version, people who know the two of them will know that it is the two of them when they look at this painting.

Su Ziyue straightened the drawing paper.

Well, if you change her dress into a wedding dress, it will be a bit like a wedding photo.

Qin Muchen walked behind her and hugged her lightly: "Then I'll make preparations and let the person who came to mount the painting arrive earlier."

Su Ziyue heard the words and muttered, "I didn't say I was going."

Qin Muchen just smiled lightly, kissed her ear, then took out his mobile phone to call the person who framed the painting, telling him to come over earlier.

Su Ziyue touched her ears and broke free from Qin Mu's arms.

She found a photo frame, put the card in it, and put it on the bedside.

Although she thought that the big picture Qin Muchen drew behind was also pretty, she still liked this little card from the bottom of her heart.

Who would have imagined that President Qin, who was a servant of billions of dollars, would actually draw such cute cartoon dolls, even sacrificing his aloof image.

Su Ziyue couldn't help but reached out and poked the boy sitting on the ground on the card, couldn't help laughing, the more he looked at it, the cuter he felt.

It would be great if Qin Muchen in real life was also this cute.

...

In the afternoon, the person who framed the painting came to mount the painting, and Qin Muchen and Su Ziyue hung it on the wall of the bedroom with their own hands.

This cartoon did not match the simplicity and luxury in the bedroom, Qin Muchen frowned critically.

Su Ziyue stood on tiptoe to smooth his eyebrows: "It's so beautiful, why are you dissatisfied?"

Qin Muchen's brows loosened, and his face softened a little.

Su Ziyue asked him curiously: "How can you draw this kind of cartoon doll?"

"I learned it when I was a child." Qin Muchen answered concisely, as if he didn't want to say more.

However, Su Ziyue was so curious that he kept asking him.

Finally, he said impatiently: "When I was young, I drew serial comics for magazines."

"What magazine, painting or something?" Su Ziyue asked: "Did you paint because you like painting? Then why did you go abroad to do business?"

She could clearly feel that Qin Muchen's breath changed subtly as soon as she uttered the question behind her.

It was cold and empty.

Su Ziyue couldn't explain the feeling herself, but she just felt it.

"My mother... was an illustrator when she was young, and she learned a little bit by ear when she was a child. She asked me to contribute articles to magazines and earn pocket money by herself."

Qin Muchen's voice was deep and depressed.

This was the first time Qin Muchen mentioned his relatives.

His expression was so heavy that Su Ziyue didn't dare to ask more questions.

She stared at him tightly, even breathing a lot easier.

After a while, she said firmly, "You must have a very good relationship with you and your mother."

"Um."

"My mother died in childbirth when I was born."

Su Ziyue suddenly had the desire and desire to confide in her: "I have only seen pictures of her. When we were young, the teacher taught us to sing "Only Mother is Good in the World". I have never been able to learn it."