Jiang Wanning was a little embarrassed: "I'm very happy today. I think this scene is beautiful, and I want to draw it."
When did her desire to paint begin to grow stronger?
It seems to have started when she met Fu Chenyuan. She wanted to draw Fu Chenyuan's appearance, his collarbone, and his hands.
A smile flashed in Fu Chenyuan's eyes. Jiang Wanning's expression had been so troubled just now that he thought it was something serious.
"The manor has painting materials. What kind do you need? Shall I go with you to get them, or should we have someone get them for you?"
"You can have someone lead the way, I'll go get it myself."
Fu Chenyuan should spend time with his friends.
Fu Chenyuan had already stood up and naturally extended his hand to her: "Let's go."
Lu Heng teased, "Are you two complaining that we're too much of a third wheel and want to go on a secret rendezvous alone?"
Jiang Wanning blushed deeply.
Fu Chenyuan glanced at Lu Heng indifferently, his tone extremely domineering: "You have a problem with that?"
Lu Heng choked upon hearing this.
What opinions could he possibly have? Would he dare to have any opinions?
This person is practically schizophrenic. He's so gentle when he talks to Jiang Wanning, but he's icy cold when he talks to them.
Gu Lingyang smiled and shook his head, unsurprised.
"Go ahead, I'll grill some meat for you. Zhihan, do you want some meat? Come and see what you like to eat, I'll grill it for you."
Su Zhihan felt incredibly happy; Gu Lingyang was grilling meat for her! She would eat even a blade of grass!
Jiang Wanning said apologetically, "You don't need to come with me. Just have someone give me directions."
Fu Chenyuan held her hand and called her name earnestly, "Wanwan."
"Hmm?" Jiang Wanning looked back at him, her eyes sparkling.
"What am I to you?"
"Husband," Jiang Wanning replied instinctively.
Upon hearing the word "husband," Fu Chenyuan felt as if the blood in his body was boiling.
Suppressing the urge that had been building up inside him for so long, Fu Chenyuan's lips curled into a slight smile: "You are my wife, and from now on, everything that's mine is yours, even me. Are you sure you still want to be so polite with me, Mrs. Fu?"
For some reason, Fu Chenyuan's repeated calls of "Mrs. Fu" struck her heart like drumbeats, stirring up indescribable emotions within her.
“You never need to be polite to me. With me, you are the only one, and you are granted special privileges. You can do what others can't. You can do what others want to do but can't. Mrs. Fu, do you understand?”
Jiang Wanning obediently replied, "Shen Yuan, I understand."
"I prefer you to call me husband, Wanwan."
Perhaps it was the intoxicating night, but Jiang Wanning felt that Fu Chenyuan was a bit forceful, or rather, aggressive, tonight. It was a gentle offensive, but he didn't back down at all, leaving her defenseless.
husband?
Jiang Wanning's face was burning hot. She glared at Fu Chenyuan and quickened her pace.
She had tried to break free from Fu Chenyuan's hand, but he held on too tightly, and it ended up with her pulling him forward.
Fu Chenyuan took long strides and easily kept up with her pace.
Seeing that the girl's ears had turned red, Fu Chenyuan's eyes deepened. This girl was really easy to tease.
Jiang Wanning was surprised to find such a large art studio in the manor, and that no one had ever used it before.
The easels, materials, and paints inside were arranged neatly, as if they had been prepared long ago, but had never been opened to their owner.
Fu Chenyuan turned on the light, and Jiang Wanning noticed that one wall of the studio was almost entirely floor-to-ceiling glass, with white gauze curtains hanging down.
Fu Chenyuan walked to the window and opened it. The white gauze curtain swayed, and Fu Chenyuan stood next to the curtain.
When the gauze curtain was blown up by the wind, it brushed against his arm and the hem of his trousers.
When Jiang Wanning finished looking around the art studio and felt Fu Chenyuan's gaze, she subconsciously looked in his direction and saw this scene.
Fu Chenyuan stood beside the gauze curtain, his gaze deep and his features so handsome they seemed otherworldly, as if a celestial being had descended to earth.
Jiang Wanning was amazed by this scene.
It turns out that beauty transcends gender; when a man is beautiful, he can also be captivating in this setting.
At least Jiang Wanning's heart started itching again, and she really wanted to tell Fu Chenyuan not to move, because she wanted to draw it.
Once the thought arises, it becomes somewhat uncontrollable.
Jiang Wanning took out her phone and casually pressed the shutter button as if it were an unintentional action.
However, Fu Chenyuan was an extremely vigilant person with the precise intuition of a hunter. With just a soft click, he smiled.
"Mrs. Fu, were you taking pictures of me without my permission?"
Jiang Wanning's face flushed; she felt a little annoyed and embarrassed at being exposed.
If only she had just spoken up and offered to take a picture for Fu Chenyuan.
Before Jiang Wanning could answer, Fu Chenyuan leaned casually against the window, exuding a lazy and unrestrained air, his smile seemingly tinged with a hint of wickedness: "Still want to take pictures? I won't move, you can take as many pictures as you want."
Jiang Wanning really wanted to say she wouldn't film anymore, but she just didn't have the guts.
With such a beautiful woman by my side, it would be such a waste not to capture her beauty in a photograph or a drawing.
She loves to draw people, she always has, especially those who are good-looking, or those with memorable appearances and distinct personalities.
It's rare to find someone as handsome as Fu Chenyuan, who can blend into any scene effortlessly and appear completely natural.
It would be such a waste not to draw it.
Moreover, this man is already her legal husband.
Jiang Wanning blushed and took several pictures of Fu Chenyuan with her phone before finally putting it away, satisfied.
"Who is this art studio prepared for? My older brother or sister, or someone who likes to paint?"
“They don’t like it,” Fu Chenyuan replied, changing the subject, “Do you want to paint here, or go to the meadow?”
"Go to the meadow."
"Okay, what materials do you need? I'll help you."
Jiang Wanning wanted to paint a group portrait. She liked the beautiful scenery and the process of people leaping onto the paper, as well as the process of coloring and refining the details afterward.
After selecting the necessary materials, Fu Chenyuan naturally accepted them all.
Jiang Wanning returned to her seat, and Su Zhihan immediately turned her profile to face Jiang Wanning: "Ningning, make me look prettier in the drawing. My profile is the most beautiful, so draw my profile when you draw me."
Jiang Wanning couldn't help but smile, and replied good-naturedly, "Okay."
As soon as she agreed, Gu Lingyang moved his chair and suddenly sat down quite close to Su Zhihan.
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