"My husband likes to collect wild food ingredients from all over the world. Every time he goes on a business trip, he brings back some strange seeds to plant. He keeps the edible ones and uses the inedible ones as potted plants for appreciation. These peas are wild peas from the Qinba Mountains. The yield is very small, but the taste is delicious. If you like it, Mr. Qin, can you bring some back later?"

"Thank you very much."

Gu Mingyan had been secretly observing Song Xijiao, but she was so meticulous that she couldn't find any fault with her.

After the meal, Song Xijiao had the food removed and served tea and fruit.

Qin Yiwei usually likes to read books. When he heard Song Xijiao say that she had a study at home with a collection of many rare books, he couldn't wait to go and take a look.

Song Xijiao took him to the second floor, where there was a large study. Three of the four walls were lined with books, and one had a floor-to-ceiling window. Outside the window was a tree of Albizia Julibrissin, which was in full bloom. When the wind blew, petals floated in from the window and landed on the desk.

Yang Peifeng thought to himself, Mr. Song is a good pretender, and she always hits the mark. Where can she get him a study in such a short time?

Opposite the study is the painting studio.

On the day of getting the marriage certificate, Pei Zhiting asked her if he wanted her and what her requirements were.

Song Xijiao said she wanted a painting studio.

So, Pei Zhiting prepared a studio for her and collected precious mineral pigments from all over the world, including cinnabar, red coral, realgar, lapis lazuli, azurite, malachite, chalk, clam powder, giant clams...

They are all top-quality materials for painting.

Yang Peifeng couldn't help but shudder. He seemed to know where Mr. Song's confidence came from.

The unconditional pampering from the living devil at home.

After admiring the paintings on the wall, he looked at the paintings on the easels and reached out to the tallest easel in the studio, which was also the only one covered with a white cloth.

He reached out and lifted the white cloth. The painting was very long. As the cloth was lifted, a pair of bare feet, over size 43, were revealed.

"Don't……"

Song Xijiao stretched out Erkang's hand, terrified.

ah!

Gu Mingyan and Qin Yiwei came over after hearing the noise.

The white cloth slipped off.

The society is dead.

A naked man, completely naked, without even a leaf on his clothes.

Qin Yiwei looked at his wife, and sure enough, his wife's eyes were a little evasive, not daring to look at the painting, and she would sneak a glance from time to time. Was this... not enough?

Qin Yiwei's face darkened. He covered Gu Mingyan's eyes, turned her around to face him, and spoke in a harsh tone.

"Don't look at anything indecent."

Song Xijiao took Erkang's hand back and straightened her bangs. Was there anyone coming to save her? If not, then she could only save herself.

"Special Assistant Yang, hurry up and cover the painting. Don't offend Secretary Gu."

Yang Peifeng covered himself with a white cloth, his whole body numb. He never dreamed that Mr. Song would actually like this and paint it so... vividly.

downstairs.

Song Xijiao continued to explain, "My husband doesn't like to wear clothes and has an exhibitionist fetish. He insisted that I draw. I had no choice but to draw. I'm sorry to have embarrassed Secretary Gu."

As soon as he finished speaking, a male voice came from the door, "Jiaojiao, I'm back. Niu Niu was very well behaved today and didn't make me worry."

After he finished speaking, someone arrived and stopped when he saw Gu Mingyan and Qin Yiwei in the house.

Qin Yiwei was stunned when he saw the person coming.

Pei Zhiting?

"Long time no see, old classmate."

Pei Zhiting raised his eyes and stared slightly, then immediately reacted and smiled gently, "Long time no see, I'll treat you to dinner some other day."

Everyone chatted for a while.

After sending the person to the door, Pei Zhiting came back and saw Song Xijiao crying while holding the painting.

Pei Zhiting was puzzled, "Why are you crying?"

Song Xijiao felt wronged, "Why aren't you wearing clothes?"

"It's fine if you're not wearing any clothes, but you also want me to draw you without clothes. I can draw you without clothes, but why do you have to let others take your clothes off and let others see me? Ah!"

Pei Zhiting slowly untied his watch, took off his sapphire cufflinks and tie clip, and unbuttoned his shirt.

What's ugly about it?

"My brother was seen by others, and that's why you're crying?"

Song Xijiao cried even louder, "What else?"

Pei Zhiting was silent for a while, then said, "Others have beautiful women in their golden houses, but you have a man in yours. Jiaojiao, you're really good at this."

Song Xijiao put down the painting and went up to hit him.

How could she pretend to be profound in front of Yang Peifeng?

How she wished she were a fish with a memory of only seven seconds.

If anyone has Forget-Me-Not Powder, please give her two pounds. She will climb up the chimney, pry open the mouths of the three people, and feed each of them half a pound.

Song Xijiao lay on his legs, and he reached out and lifted the hem of her clothes.

"Come, hit me here. I've just eaten, so don't hit my stomach. Hit me a little to the right. Jiaojiao, you're crying before I even hit you. Jiaojiao, Jiaojiao, don't cry. If you don't hit me, then it's my turn."

Pei Zhiting lowered his head to look at her, and saw that she was opening her mouth and making noises, but it was just thunder without any rain.

"You don't like it being seen by others, so I'll destroy it, okay?"

"You, you, you...what are you talking about?"

"I said, I want a funeral for my brother, cremation."

"no."

"What about burial?"

"no."

"What about water burial?"

"no."

Pei Zhiting's hand stretched from her jaw up to her hair, and his fingers massaged her scalp in circles.

"This is not possible, that is not possible, how do you want to bury it?"

Song Xijiao's scalp felt numb and tingling, and she forgot to cry for a moment. She wanted to ask, can I burn three incense sticks for it every day?

I miss you so much.

"I want to... admire its remains every morning and evening, is that okay?"

Pei Zhiting chuckled, "Okay, but you have to make it happy first before it agrees to you, right?"

Once his love started, he never thought about ending it.

He didn't want to use ten sentences to play hard to get when one sentence could solve the problem.

He simply couldn't understand why those who loved each other would separate?

Why do you want to reconcile after breaking up?

Why do we have to separate again after making up?

It is capricious, jumping from side to side, and more volatile than stocks.

It not only wastes time, exhausts yourself, but also tortures others.

He just wanted to be at a negative distance from her.

A large canvas was spread on the open space in the studio. Pei Zhiting poured various paints into small dishes, then went to get a bucket and a towel, and handed the big brush to Song Xijiao.

It was a bit absurd that Jiaojiao forced him to love her.

Yes, forced love.

Like those cheesy, melodramatic novels.

"Jiaojiao, that's enough, that's enough, don't do it anymore."

…

After returning home, Gu Mingyan was still thinking about the painting. Although it was a bit embarrassing, she really wanted to take another look at it.

Qin Yiwei said in a serious tone, "Comrade Gu Mingyan, please correct your thoughts. You are married."

Gu Mingyan snorted, "I'm not cheating physically, nor am I cheating mentally. I'm just cheating with my eyes."