Knowing that Shen Qinglan was thin-skinned, Fu Hengyi didn't tease her, got up, "I'll make breakfast, you sleep a little longer."
Shen Qinglan shook her head, she couldn't sleep when she woke up.
Fu Hengyi got up and didn't care that he was wearing no clothes at all, so he walked to the closet to get his clothes, looking at the scratches on his back, Shen Qinglan's face became more and more uncomfortable, and he turned away from looking at him. .
It was not until Fu Hengyi had walked out of the bedroom that Shen Qinglan got up. She rubbed her sore waist and thighs, and had to sigh in her heart that Master Fu's physical strength was really good.
Her body was very refreshing. When she was done last night, Shen Qinglan couldn't help falling asleep because of her tiredness. It was Fu Hengyi who carried her to wash up.
After she washed up, Fu Hengyi had already made breakfast, egg pancakes and a glass of milk.
Shen Qinglan didn't like to drink milk, but when Fu Hengyi went home, he would prepare a glass of milk for her every day. With Fu Hengyi's persistent eyes, Shen Qinglan would drink it even if he didn't like it.
After breakfast, Shen Qinglan and Fu Hengyi stayed at home to watch TV and didn't go anywhere. Originally, Fu Hengyi planned to take Shen Qinglan out for a walk today, but knowing that Shen Qinglan was not feeling well, he decided to rest at home for a day.
Fu Hengyi was sitting on the sofa, Shen Qinglan was in his arms, and what seemed to be a youth TV series was playing on the TV, which was very boring.
It didn't take long for Shen Qinglan to fall asleep. Listening to her even breathing, Fu Hengyi smiled softly, pulled the thin blanket on one side, and put it on her body, who didn't carry Shen Qinglan to the bed, who knew her It is easy to be awakened even when asleep.
In order to make her sleep more comfortable, Fu Hengyi kept this position without moving. He lowered his head and quietly looked at her quiet sleeping face, suddenly feeling that he was embracing the whole world in his arms at the moment.
When Shen Qinglan woke up, half of Fu Hengyi's body was numb.
"I fell asleep? Why didn't you wake me up?" Shen Qinglan just woke up, her eyes were still a little hazy.
"Seeing how well you sleep, I'm not willing to cry." Fu Hengyi said with a smile, not caring about the soreness of his arm.
Shen Qinglan got up from Fu Hengyi's arms, Fu Hengyi still kept the movement just now, he can't move now.
Shen Qinglan naturally noticed it too, squatted down and pinched him, "If I fall asleep again in the future, remember to wake me up." This idiot just put himself on his pillow.
Fu Hengyi smiled indifferently, enjoying his wife's massage service, and didn't respond.
"Okay, it's okay." When his body regained a little consciousness, Fu Hengyi stopped Shen Qinglan, afraid that she would be tired.
"Whatever you want for lunch, I'll do it."
Shen Qinglan just woke up and had no appetite, "Whatever."
Seeing her lack of interest, Fu Hengyi smiled and didn't ask her any more, and went straight into the kitchen.
When he came out again, he was holding two bowls of miscellaneous sauce noodles in his hand. He didn't know what was in the sauce, but it smelled delicious. Even if Shen Qinglan had no appetite, he finished the bowl of noodles.
After staying at home all morning, Shen Qinglan didn't want to go out in the afternoon, but she didn't want to watch such a boring TV series. She rolled her eyes, looked at Fu Hengyi, and looked up and down.
Fu Hengyi was a little inexplicable when she looked at her eyes, "What's wrong?"
Shen Qinglan turned around Fu Hengyi, as if he was thinking about something. He knew that Fu Hengyi had a good figure for a long time. After seeing it last night, he knew even more how well-textured the figure wrapped in the home clothes was, and it contained a very strong body. explosive force.
"Can you be a model for me?" Shen Qinglan said with interest in her eyes.
It was Fu Hengyi who glanced at her, "You can draw?"
There was indeed an easel on the balcony at home, but Fu Hengyi had never seen her draw it before, so he thought she was putting it up for decoration.
Shen Qinglan smiled, taking it as a default, "Not happy?"
"Serving Madam, I am happy." Fu Hengyi smiled and followed Shen Qinglan into the study, only to find that the easel on the balcony had been moved to the study by her at some point, and his hand was on the hem of his clothes, "Need to take off. ?" He didn't mind painting naked.
Shen Qinglan's cheeks were hot, and he glared at him, this rogue, Fu Hengyi's eyes flashed with regret.
Fu Hengyi sat on the sofa according to Shen Qinglan's instructions. Shen Qinglan moved a small stool, sat in front of the easel, and picked up the paintbrush.
This is the first time that Fu Hengyi has seen Shen Qinglan painting, with calm eyebrows and a good taste of the quiet years, he looked at her, focused and gentle; she stared at the drawing board, seriously.
Shen Qinglan painted oil paintings, and it didn't end so quickly, and she didn't ask Fu Hengyi to keep one movement unchanged.
In fact, this kind of waiting is very boring, but Fu Hengyi's face does not have the slightest impatience, looking at her with gentle eyes, occasionally, and Shen Qinglan's eyes are met, the two will smile lightly.
Such Shen Qinglan has withdrawn the defense and vigilance of her body, and she is still cold, and she looks like an ordinary 21-year-old girl.
As evening approached, Shen Qinglan put down his brush, and Fu Hengyi got up, "Finished?" He came over, his eyes fell on the drawing board, and he was startled.
The drawing board is an oil painting, the tone is not strong, the fresh light green background, it seems to be a hillside, on the large green grass lies a man, tall and straight, dressed in casual clothes, one leg is bent, his hands are on his knees , the other leg is stretched there at will.
He forced his eyes and covered his eyes with one hand, so he couldn't see his face clearly, but from the side face, he could see his three-dimensional facial features and tall nose bridge.
There is a big tree not far away, a woman sitting on the branch is looking at the man on the grass attentively at the moment.
This man is Fu Hengyi, and this woman is Shen Qinglan.
"I'll take this painting for mounting tomorrow, and then hang it in the study." Fu Hengyi said, reaching out to get the painting, but Shen Qinglan stopped him, "This painting is not dry yet, let it dry first."
Fu Hengyi saw the wet ink in the painting, took back his hand, and let Shen Qinglan pull him out of the study.
What Fu Hengyi didn't see is that there is another painting under the sub-painting here. It is not as fresh as the one just now. This painting is full of black, occupying three-fifths of the whole painting. , there is only a piece of white left in the corner of the painting, like the dawn in the darkness.
In the vast darkness, there is a hand, slender and pale, sticking out from the ground, this is a woman's hand, on that hand, there are bright red bloodstains, and mottled scars, it is working hard in one direction stretched out, as if hooking on something.
Looking in the direction of this hand, you can see a large hand, wheat-colored, with thin calluses on the palm, behind that hand, there is a bright light.
In the lower right corner of the painting, there are two shallow words—salvation.
He is her salvation.
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