Chapter 670: Heart Moved

Hu Xin'er fantasized about the future and told Mu Qing her idea: "...When it really becomes a trend, I'll start developing black tattoo stickers, or even create Rakshasa makeup, and make a lot of money."

In Hu Xiner's view, aesthetic tastes have always been dominated by the majority over the minority, not to mention that black lines, or tattoos, have always had a certain aesthetic appeal from ancient times to the present.

In ancient times, people painted totems on their faces, and in modern times, some people consider tattoos to be beautiful. Why is art painted on paper art, but art on the human face is not?

"In the future, there may be countless book fans cheering for us, and our aesthetics will become mainstream. At that time, why would we still need to look for the Wanxiang Pill?" Hu Xiner spread her hands, waving her sleeves like a bird flapping its wings to fly, her eyes gleaming with confidence, making people not want to look away.

The future she described is very likely to happen, a blueprint full of beautiful aspirations.

As the old saying goes, knights use force to break the law, and Confucian scholars use literature to disrupt the way.

Hu Xin'er wants to use the pen in her hand to change the mainstream aesthetic customs on her own.

"Of course, the most important thing is that when our influence has reached that level, we can just sit at home and count our money!" When she talked about money, her eyes were full of enthusiasm.

However, from changing the world to becoming a rich woman, the level of this ideal has suddenly become much lower.

An ordinary person would probably think that Hu Xiner was a crazy woman, or a silly girl full of naive fantasies, but Mu Qing had long been accustomed to her unconventional thinking.

He carefully memorized every word Hu Xiner said.

The passionate and vigorous vitality in her always makes him, a man who tends to isolate himself after being hit, feel infinitely moved.

Hu Xin'er often said that with her ordinary appearance, she was not worthy of a nobleman like him who looked like a fallen immortal.

But he knew in his heart that meeting her was the greatest blessing in his life, and it was the soul living in her body that made him shine brighter.

"Then it's settled." He leaned forward with a smile, "But Xin'er, you're painting me and showing it to so many people, aren't you reluctant to let me go?"

"Why would I be reluctant to part with this?" Hu Xin'er waved her hand nonchalantly, thinking that those who achieve great things don't care about trivial matters. Isn't it just my husband's face? I can sell it!

But just as she was about to say this, she closed her mouth tightly.

It was nothing, Mu Qing was looking at her with a half-smile, and there was something subtle in his eyes.

"Um... that..." Hu Xin'er, who was always full of wit in front of outsiders, couldn't help but blush at being stared at. "It's not what you think."

"Actually, Madam is also very beautiful." Mu Qing imitated her and lifted her chin with his fingers.

The delicate skin felt great to the touch, and he couldn't help pinching it again, thinking that Xin'er had been kept so tender and delicious these days, and he didn't know when he could eat her again.

Hu Xiner's mind was still stuck in the grand vision she had just had, and she didn't realize Mu Qing's reserved and coquettish nature in time.

She listened to Mu Qing's praise, but her mind was on another channel. She couldn't help but reveal an embarrassment: "You mean, draw me in the comics too? That's not good. Drawing yourself is a very embarrassing thing!"

Mu Qing chuckled and said, "Let me see how embarrassed my wife is."

He leaned forward and, catching Hu Xin'er off guard, kissed her until she felt dizzy.

After a while, Hu Xiner had completely forgotten the great wish she had just made, and just shrank into a corner of the carriage like a snail.

They were being affectionate in the carriage just now, and I don’t know if the coachman outside could hear it.

"You've been so tired recently. You've worked hard." Mu Qing pulled back her sleeves that were covering her face, pinched her cheek, and massaged her legs. "How are you? Are you feeling better?"

Hu Xin'er looked at him, still unsatisfied, and secretly complained in her heart - after the baby is born, it will probably be the most tiring time for her, sob...

People say that young guys have strong energy and blood, but it doesn’t mean they are strong in this way.

However, Mu Qing's experience is becoming more and more mature, and he is so handsome that people have no power to refuse him.

Most of the time, Hu Xiner was seduced unintentionally, of course, sometimes she would be a little proactive.

I have to admit, they're quite compatible...

Her mind was full of random thoughts. Mu Qing suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled, tapping her brows: "What are you thinking about?"

"Ahhh, don't come over here!" Hu Xin'er was afraid that he had some bad intentions again. Now that she was pregnant, she couldn't stand his nonsense.

Mu Qing deliberately pretended to be dissatisfied: "We are already an old married couple, what's wrong with a kiss?"

Hu Xin'er was speechless. Wasn't she afraid that she couldn't control herself?

However, seeing Mu Qing gloomily lowering his head and massaging her legs, she felt a little soft-hearted: "That's not what I meant. I'm just afraid of hurting the child."

Mu Qing's eyes were filled with a hint of grievance: "He hasn't even been born yet, and you're already favoring him. What will happen when he's born?"

"What do you mean by partiality?" Hu Xin'er couldn't help but cover her face. "Why are you jealous of a little kid? I really don't understand you."

"After the baby is born, my wife won't like me anymore." Mu Qing murmured, "Then I'll have to stay alone in the empty room, not even able to get on my wife's bed..."

"Hey, hey, hey!" Hu Xiner quickly interrupted his wild thoughts. She would rather Mu Qing be as arrogant as usual. Even if this bizarre idea was her true thought, she must never say it out loud!

These words, coupled with Mu Qing's face that looked like a demon or an immortal, were not convincing at all, but instead made people feel very funny.

Mu Qing really stopped talking, but his face was full of resentment, which made Hu Xiner want to kick him.

After a while, Hu Xin'er couldn't stand her husband's gaze any longer, so she blushed and compromised, "Don't worry, I'll make it up to you later."

Mu Qing's lips curled up slightly, but there was still a hint of sadness between his brows. He wanted to say something but hesitated: "Of course I believe what my wife said."

Hu Xin'er was mad: "You have to believe it even if you don't want to!"

She waved her hands angrily and gave up trying to coax him. The more she thought about it, the more outrageous it seemed to her. Whose husband needed to be coaxed like Mu Qing?

Aren’t it always ladies like her who are coaxed?

Seeing that she was so angry that she was withdrawn, Mu Qing couldn't help but smile and approached her: "My wife, I was wrong."

"Oh?" Hu Xiner half raised her eyelids, wanting to see what this bastard husband was going to say.

But then he heard the person in front of him say softly, "My lady, swallow your saliva."

Hu Xin'er was confused.

Mu Qing said seriously, "Just now, I took the initiative to attack because I saw that my wife was moved."