Several stars on TV laughed loudly, but the living room became even quieter. Seeing Mu Tingzhou approaching, Mingwei asked him casually to hide her nervousness: "Have you never participated in such a show?" "It's meaningless." Mu Tingzhou sat next to her, and thought of something, raised his eyebrows and said: "You want to go?" Mingwei nodded, she did receive invitations from two reality shows. Mu Tingzhou has his own code of conduct. He does not force Mingwei to be consistent with him, but only reminds her: "Actors and stars have intersections, but also differences." This is very meaningful, and Mingwei fell into deep thought. Mu Tingzhou leaned back on the sofa and waited silently. After a few minutes, Mingwei made a decision: "Forget it, I will concentrate on filming first." Reality shows are so popular now. As Shen Su said, it is indeed a convenient way to increase fame, but people's energy is limited, and Mingwei's acting skills are far from enough. If she disperses her energy to other aspects early, it will affect her foundation as an actor. After that, Mingwei secretly observed Mu Tingzhou and found that although Mu Tingzhou did not express his opinion, the corners of his lips curled up imperceptibly. Mingwei was suddenly very happy. In terms of acting, Mu Tingzhou could definitely be her teacher. Now that her decision was affirmed by her predecessor, it was like the class teacher praised her homework. "Is there a show you want to watch?" Since Mu Tingzhou didn't like reality shows, Mingwei picked up the remote control and started to change the channel. Mu Tingzhou glanced at the time. It was only a little after six in the evening. "Do you usually spend your time watching TV?" There was a fruit plate on the coffee table. Mu Tingzhou took an orange and asked while peeling it. Mingwei heard some disdain in his words, so she said, "Either watch TV or surf the Internet. What about you?" Mu Tingzhou smiled and said to the orange, "Read books you haven't read before and try things you haven't done before." Mingwei immediately thought of the various skills that Mu Tingzhou had mastered, boxing, Sanda, painting, cooking, and his standard Italian pronunciation. Ming Wei sighed helplessly: "Most people don't have your IQ." "It has nothing to do with IQ, it depends on whether you want to or not." After peeling the orange, Mu Tingzhou broke off half and handed it to Ming Wei. Ming Wei's eyelashes fluttered, and she lowered her eyes and said: "You eat it, I'm not very convenient now." Mu Tingzhou was puzzled: "Why is it not convenient?" Ming Wei blushed, grabbed the pillow and hugged it in her arms, and said in a muffled voice: "I dare not eat cold food during my menstrual period." Mu Tingzhou has tried to analyze several reasons, such as Ming Wei's allergy to oranges or that she recently had a mouth ulcer, but he never expected that it would be a physiological problem of women. Mu Tingzhou has a high IQ and a good memory. He remembered that he had read somewhere that women should pay attention to rest during their menstrual period. Moreover, when he searched for events related to amnesia, he accidentally saw the news that Ming Wei filmed in the rain during her menstrual period. "Are you tired from the training during the day?" Putting down the orange, Mu Tingzhou asked with concern. Mingwei had been observing him quietly. When she heard that her boyfriend thought of her health first after learning that her period was coming, instead of being disappointed that he had missed out on the benefits, a warm feeling rose in Mingwei's heart, which quickly spread to all parts of her body. Shaking her head, Mingwei smiled and said, "I'm not tired. Teacher Li is very particular about combining work and rest." Mu Tingzhou was relieved, snatched the remote control and turned off the TV, and advised Mingwei, "Go to bed early and get some rest." Mingwei looked at him in surprise. Mu Tingzhou looked serious, without a trace of insincerity. Mingwei suddenly felt that Mu Tingzhou was quite serious, but Mu Tingzhou had been waiting for her in the apartment alone for a whole day, and she seemed a little sorry for him after having a meal and going to bed. Even if she didn't do anything, she could at least talk for a while. Mingwei wanted to stay with her boyfriend for a while longer. Sitting on the sofa, Mingwei didn't move, and said with a smile, "It's not even seven o'clock yet." She had just finished dinner, and her complexion was rosy, and she looked very energetic. Mu Tingzhou also missed his girlfriend. He looked at his watch again and said without hesitation, "Go to bed at eight o'clock, no later." Mingwei was stunned. Mu Tingzhou's eyes and tone were too similar to those of the master. "Unhappy?" She stared at him blankly, and Mu Tingzhou asked in confusion. Mingwei came back to her senses, smiled and shook her head, raised her chin towards the TV: "If we don't watch TV, what should we do?" Mu Tingzhou wanted to kiss her the most, but she was not feeling well, so kissing was no longer appropriate. "You decide." Sitting back next to her, Mu Tingzhou inadvertently revealed a bit of pampering. Mingwei was a little uncomfortable with the passionate man suddenly being so honest. After thinking about it, she said expectantly, "I want to see you draw." Mu Tingzhou was slightly stunned, and then said, "Okay." Mingwei excitedly went to find paper and pen. A minute later, her hesitant voice came from the bedroom: "I only have a water-based pen and a pencil here, which one do you want to use?" Mu Tingzhou replied helplessly, "Pencil, pencil sharpener too." Mingwei was about to go out, and she took the pencil sharpener again after hearing this. After everything was ready, Mu Tingzhou put the trash can next to the coffee table and started to sharpen his pencils. The tall man sat quietly on the sofa, his head lowered, his profile focused, and his eyelashes were as long as Mingwei's. He had a handsome face and beautiful hands, repeating simple and regular movements one after another, just like performance art. Mingwei held her chin with one hand and became more and more fascinated the more she looked. "Are you looking at me or the pencil?" Mu Tingzhou suddenly tilted his head, and his black eyes locked directly on her eyes. Mingwei said shamelessly: "I'm watching you sharpen the pencil." Mu Tingzhou just smiled and said nothing. After the pencils were sharpened, Mu Tingzhou put the hardcover book prepared by Mingwei on his legs, spread out the A4 paper, and asked Mingwei: "What are you drawing?" Mingwei pointed to the eleven red roses he bought on the coffee table. Mu Tingzhou leaned back on the sofa, supported the hardcover book with four fingers of his left hand, pressed the drawing paper with his thumb, and quickly sketched with the pen in his right hand. Mingwei was originally sitting far away, but now she couldn't help but move to Mu Tingzhou's side to watch him draw from a close distance. Mu Tingzhou painted very quickly, and soon a vase of roses appeared on the paper. Mingwei was in awe, took the paper and exclaimed: "You can make a living by selling paintings." "Draw one for you?" Mu Tingzhou whispered that she liked it so much. Mingwei blushed. Mu Tingzhou spread the paper again, and Mingwei asked nervously: "Where should I sit?" "Don't move." Mu Tingzhou said with his head down. Mingwei was stunned, and then she saw Mu Tingzhou maintaining the same posture and started to paint. The living room was quiet, and only the pencil tip rubbing against the paper made a special rustling sound. On the snow-white A4 paper, a girl with bright eyes and a faint smile gradually took shape. Mingwei asked a street painter to help her paint when she traveled abroad. The other party needed her to keep a pose for a long time, but tonight, her boyfriend didn't even look at her, but the painting she made was more lively and vivid than the artist who made a living by selling paintings. After finishing the painting, Mu Tingzhou continued to write two lines of small words in the lower right corner of the paper: The green trees are thick and the summer is long, and the reflection of the building is reflected in the pond. The crystal curtains fluttered in the breeze, and the roses filled the courtyard with fragrance. The elegant and noble handwriting was just like Mu Tingzhou. Ming Wei suddenly couldn't describe her current feelings. In this 21st century where people's hearts are becoming increasingly impetuous, in this entertainment industry full of true and false struggles, she actually met a man who can draw and write a poem related to her name. Ming Wei studied liberal arts in high school, and she had an impression of these four lines of poetry, but she didn't even remember the name of the poem. If it wasn't written by Mu Tingzhou, she would probably have forgotten that she had ever encountered this poem. "Not satisfied?" Mu Tingzhou looked down at her. She had just finished drawing the rose, but she immediately snatched it away. "Satisfied." Ming Wei gently picked up the painting. It must be said that she seemed to be better looking in Mu Tingzhou's painting than in person. "I'll buy a frame tomorrow and frame it." The more she looked at it, the more she liked it, and Ming Wei said happily. Mu Tingzhou smiled: "This paper is not good. I will give you another one another day." Mingwei didn't want it. She liked this one. It had a different meaning. This painting gave her a strong shock and touch. The other one didn't have that. Worried about accidentally wrinkling the painting, Mingwei first took the painting to the bedroom and put it away. Before coming out, Mingwei quietly walked to the mirror and simply combed her hair. There was still half an hour before eight o'clock, and Mingwei asked Mu Tingzhou to teach her sketching. The two sat side by side on the sofa. At first, Mu Tingzhou demonstrated and gave Mingwei some advice. Although Mingwei had some impure thoughts, she learned very seriously. Unfortunately, she didn't have enough talent. Mu Tingzhou drew a beautiful arc comparable to mechanical drawing with one stroke, while Mingwei's stroke was like the surface of the moon. Mu Tingzhou had to hold her hand and correct her brushwork. He pressed the paper with his left hand, and went around her back with his right hand to hold her hand again. Mingwei had to lean her upper body towards him a little, and her long soft hair fell down. As she moved, it brushed against Mu Tingzhou's side face several times. The first time she was teased, Mu Tingzhou frowned and helped her pin her hair behind her ears. The second time, Mu Tingzhou continued to help her pin it behind her ears. He just tilted his head and saw her rosy cheeks, like an attractive peach. Teacher Mu, who taught sketching, suddenly disappeared. Her boyfriend Mu Tingzhou came back online, still holding Mingwei with his right hand, but Mu Tingzhou's heart had already fallen on his girlfriend. Her red face, her fresh hair fragrance, her slender waist, her soft and boneless hands... He was secretly looking at her, and the strand of hair that was in the way fell down again, blocking the two of them like a willow branch. Her sweet profile became blurred, but more moving. With a rolling throat, Mu Tingzhou took the pencil from her hand without warning. Mingwei turned her head unexpectedly, and looked at him with doubtful eyes. Mu Tingzhou said nothing, but held her shoulders with both hands and pressed her into his arms. He lowered his head and kissed her lips directly. Unexpected, but it was an expected kiss. Ming Wei closed her eyes in satisfaction. He kissed her gently, but before she could go any further, Ming Wei felt that it was not enough. For the first time, she took the initiative to open her mouth and tempted her.Mu Tingzhou has the appearance of a green bamboo gentleman and various elegant skills, but in his bones, he is a wolf who has already grown up. He sensed Mingwei's movements almost as soon as she moved, and immediately deepened the kiss. They were so engrossed in the kiss that when they finally separated, Mingwei buried herself in her boyfriend's arms and was shy. Mu Tingzhou's chin rested on the top of her head, and his eyes accidentally swept across his watch. It was eight o'clock and five o'clock. Mu Tingzhou frowned. He had promised Mingwei to go to bed at eight o'clock in the evening, but he really couldn't bear to let go of her while holding her delicate little body. At this moment, Mu Tingzhou suddenly felt that he seemed to understand the reason why some women hate their periods: too much trouble.
The author has something to say: Ming Wei: You know nothing! Millions of female fans: You know nothing! Hahaha, it’s updated, 66 little red envelopes as usual, everyone go to bed early, I’ll continue to post chapters to prevent lazy people, they are still quite useful.