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Chapter 88
Jiang had woken up early in the morning, staring in a daze, staring at the ceiling for a while, then fumbled to put on his clothes and get up.
It was already quite late when we met, and Wen Shiqing is a ruthless working robot who has no weekends, so he must have gone to the company by now.
As a result, when he went downstairs, he saw Wen Shiqing who was having breakfast.
Seeing him coming down, Wen Shiqing put down the bowl in her hand: "I have a rest today, so I don't want to disturb your good sleep."
Jiang Ji bounced down from upstairs, and said a little happily, "Isn't Uncle Wen not going to work today?"
He was looking forward to it.
After all, there are too few opportunities for the two of them to be alone during this time.
But Wen Shiqing still shook his head slightly under his expectant eyes: "I'm afraid not."
"I originally planned to take you to have a good time today." He took the clean towel from his aunt, wiped it briefly, and said helplessly: "But there was a problem with a project just now, I have to go and see it myself."
Jiang Ji immediately let out a disappointment, and the emotion did not last long, expressing his understanding: "It's okay, we can go out for a walk together next time we have a chance."
Wen Shiqing smiled: "Very understanding."
Jiang sat across the dining table, twirled a piece of green dough, blinked innocently and said, "Then I can't cry, make trouble, hang myself, please uncle stay with me."
Wen Shiqing coughed lightly against her lips, covered her lips and smiled: "If that's the case, it's not bad."
Jiang was dumbfounded, and was on the verge of weeping: "Sure enough, there are sweets for crying children. I am so considerate, but I am not welcome."
He is also addicted to acting.Wen Shiqing laughed, but it was true that he couldn't turn down work to accompany him. It would be fine if he changed to other projects, but it happened that the project of Xu's family had problems, and the people at the other end were watching closely, waiting for mistakes all the time.
After crying, Jiang Ji realized that there seemed to be something extra in the living room.
He turned his head to look at the easel with some doubts, wondering: "Does Uncle Wen also paint?"
Wen Shiqing stood up slightly, seemingly surprised: "I thought it was Xiaojiang's painting for uncle."
Jiang hadn't realized it: "What painting? I didn't send any painting."
Wen Shiqing smiled, with a serious expression: "Open it and have a look."
There was a white cloth on the easel, and Jiang didn't feel anything wrong at this moment.
His face was full of doubts, and he felt as if he had forgotten something. When he first glimpsed a corner of the painting, his mind suddenly seemed to be brightened.
He quickly covered the white cloth, wishing he could just disappear.
Jiang Ji hugged his drawing board tremblingly, and smiled stiffly: "Well, I suddenly remembered that this is indeed mine."
He looked at Wen Shiqing expectantly: "Uncle Wen probably didn't read it, did he?"
He said: "Uncle Wen is such a handsome man, how can he look at other people's privacy casually."
Wen Shiqing put a smile on his lips, "Of course."
Jiang already breathed a sigh of relief, thanking God, thanking the earth, and thanking this beautiful world!
He suddenly felt that he was alive.
Seeing how relieved he was, the smile in Wen Shiqing's eyes grew stronger, like waves rolled up in the deep sea.
"Of course I don't want to pry into other people's privacy." He said calmly, "This painting was left behind when we moved, and a worker brought it just now. When it came, the canvas was opened."
He pondered for a while, then said slowly: "So, this shouldn't be regarded as my subjective prying of privacy."
From heaven to hell is probably such a night, Jiang has been standing in place as if struck by lightning, unable to move.
His brain was running fast, and he chose "36 strategies to go is the best strategy", pretending not to hear Wen Shiqing's words, and pretending to be nothing, "In that case, I will move it back upstairs."
As a gentleman with grace, this Wen Shiqing saw through his embarrassment and embarrassment, so he should be given a step down and watched him go upstairs very cooperatively.
Unfortunately, today's Wen Shiqing probably doesn't want to be a gentleman, but a villain instead.
He stopped him, his eyes fell on the drawing board, and his voice was subtle, teasing: "Xiao Jiang looks very talented in drawing."
Wen Shiqing looked at the figure of the boy who was frozen at the stairs, and said slowly, "I don't know if I have time, I will draw a few more poses."
"I pay."
Jiang Ji blushed so hard that he was about to explode, and his heart pounded wildly in his chest, as if it was about to pop out.
At first, he still had a glimmer of hope that maybe Wen Shiqing was just blowing him up, but now it can be seen that Wen Shiqing really saw it.
Although the painting is still a semi-finished product, the outline has been completed, the outline is clear, and it has taken shape, but anyone who has eyes can see what the painting is at the first glance.
It's okay to be seen by others, but also seen by the real master in the painting.
Jiang already thought, today either he is crazy or he is crazy.
Always be crazy.
"Uncle, I was really wrong, I don't dare to do it again." Jiang Ji quickly put down the painting in his hand, and rushed towards Wen Shiqing, hugging him without saying a word, intending to beg for forgiveness.
This hateful capitalist, every word is a threat!
Jiang Ji hugged him tightly with both hands, for fear that if he let go, Wen Shiqing would sentence him to death.
"Uncle, I will burn this painting in a while, and I will never let it appear in front of your eyes again."
Just kidding, how could it burn!At best, secretly hide under the bed.
Wen Shiqing pinched the back of his neck, gently like a kitten, and he was a little amused: "Why are you so flustered?"
Jiang Ji still hugged his waist with both hands, raised his head, and looked at him eagerly.
I thought, aren't you angry?
Wen Shiqing probably has the ability to read minds, he looked down at Jiang Ji, put his palm on the top of the boy's hair, and rubbed it gently and lovingly.
The man's palm is warm, and his fingers are slender and beautiful. At some point, Jiang Ji secretly imagined that this hand should be very flexible and comfortable on the bed.
"Not angry, to be honest." Wen Shiqing was very patient, as if dealing with a rascal animal, his voice was full of magic, gentle and powerful: "The painting is not bad, I like it very much."
The man's body is lightly scented with white tea with white hair and silver needles, like clouds and fog, and he doesn't know his way back in this mountain.
Jiang already sniffed the faint fragrance of tea and felt a little dizzy.
He opened his mouth blankly and moved his mouth: "Uncle actually doesn't need to draw."
Wen Shiqing "Huh?"
Jiang Ji hugged him, and blinked innocently: "We can practice, the truth comes out of practice! Painting is not as interesting as practice."
The boy's eyes were shining, and there were dots of stars in the amber pupils, like elk in the forest, pure and not pure.
Wen Shiqing paused, his throat rolled slightly.
Unable to control himself, he suddenly changed his mind while rubbing the hand on top of the young man's head, moved it slightly downwards, covered the young man's eyes, and blocked all Jiang Ji's sight.
Jiang was already a little dazed, and was about to resist subconsciously, when he suddenly felt a kiss fall on his lips, lightly, like the sycamore leaves falling slowly in the early winter on the street outside, or fluttering like a butterfly, tasting it lightly.
"Good boy, I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry." The man's voice was a little hoarse, and he said between his lips.
After a while, he let go of his palms and removed his gaze from Jiang Ji.
Jiang already blushed, as if stained with a layer of grease.
With apology in his eyes, Wen Shiqing gently wiped the water stains on the corner of his lips with his fingers, a little annoyed: "Sorry, I didn't get your consent."
Jiang had forgotten to answer, but his brain responded automatically.
Please let this kind of sorry come a little more!
He doesn't mind at all!!
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