Should she draw what she likes? At this moment, she fell into thought again.
Her preferred style, after careful consideration, should be one of elegance, luxury, understated sophistication, and quiet elegance.
Thinking about this is like coming up with the central idea for a college entrance exam essay.
The initial concept of jewelry gradually began to emerge in my mind, so I picked up a pen and began to draw with focus.
I want to record all the inspiration that comes to mind right now.
This painting took from dawn to dusk.
An Yiruo didn't notice Mo Jingchen until he walked in; it was Lu Ze who made a shushing gesture.
Reaching the door, she pushed Mo Jingchen out, followed him out, and gently closed the door behind her.
"What's going on?" Mo Jingchen asked, somewhat displeased, after being pushed out.
"Your wife is amazing!" Lu Ze gave An Yiruo a thumbs up in front of Mo Jingchen.
"My wife is certainly capable. But why are you pushing me out here?"
"Your wife is drawing, huh? Designers' inspiration flies by in an instant! Do you want to go and disturb her?"
"She hasn't been drawing all day, has she?" Mo Jingchen pointed into the room.
"Yeah, that's why I said your wife is too amazing. She doesn't even need to eat or drink. She's definitely a workaholic."
"Be careful, your wife might neglect you once she becomes successful in her career," Lu Ze joked with Mo Jingchen.
"You mean...she...hasn't eaten all day?"
"Yes, that's it."
Mo Jingchen frowned, somewhat worried that her body wouldn't be able to handle it if things continued like this.
"Don't worry, weren't we all like that before? Working to the point of forgetting to eat and sleep. Without hard work, how can you expect to reap the rewards?"
Lu Ze put his arm around Mo Jingchen's shoulder, but Mo Jingchen slapped it away without hesitation.
"Seriously, I can't even lean on him. So stingy!" Lu Ze said, slightly annoyed.
"That's true, but I'm worried that her body can't handle it."
"Don't worry, she'll stop writing in a little while. Even if her inspiration doesn't run dry, her wrist can't take it."
"I'm going out to buy some food," Mo Jingchen said, turning and walking outside.
"Get me a sandwich," Lu Ze whispered in the direction Mo Jingchen had left.
"No."
"Hey, I'm your wife's teacher!"
Lu Ze raised his voice slightly in the direction Mo Jingchen had left.
However, Mo Jingchen still didn't reply to him and left directly.
"Sure enough, I owed you something in my past life, so I'm destined to be bullied by you in this one!"
After leaving the house, Mo Jingchen went to a shop near Lu Ze's studio and ordered two sandwiches and a cup of milk tea.
"Here's your sandwich," Mo Jingchen tossed one of the bags to Lu Ze.
Just as Mo Jingchen returned, An Yiruo was putting down her pen.
"Chen, you're here!"
"Okay, I bought you a sandwich and milk tea. Eat something to fill your stomach first."
"Yes, I'm actually a little hungry."
An Yiruo took the bag, took a sip of milk tea, which was still hot, and felt a warm sensation in her stomach.
"Why don't I have milk tea!" Lu Ze, who had just taken a bite of his sandwich, looked at Mo Jingchen with a wronged expression when he saw the scene in front of him.
"You only said you wanted a sandwich?"
Lu Ze listened to what Mo Jingchen said, and it didn't sound wrong, but something still felt off.
She could only stare at the milk tea in An Yiruo's hand with a pitiful expression, while she swallowed her sandwich dry.
"Just eat a little bit, I'll take you out for something delicious later," Mo Jingchen said, taking a tissue and wiping the sauce from An Yiruo's lips.
"Mo Jingchen, I want to go have a big meal too!"
"You won't get any!"
As if he had just thought of something, Mo Jingchen said, "If you don't mind being fed dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection), you can come along too."
Lu Ze suddenly realized, "I think... I'm not that hungry anymore. The sandwich you bought... has too much filling, I'm so full."
To make the effect more realistic, Lu Ze even forced himself to burp.
"Well, in that case, let's go." Mo Jingchen put his arm around An Yiruo and walked out under Lu Ze's gaze.
"Young Master Si, come out for dinner."
After Mo Jingchen and the other person left, Lu Ze felt unwell and wanted to find someone to have dinner with him.
"I'm busy."
These two words undoubtedly inflicted another wound on Lu Ze's young heart.
"You, you...!"
"I'm hanging up, I'm busy."
The phone went dead: "In the end, I'm still the clown."
Lu Ze held his phone, talking to himself in front of the cold screen.
I grabbed my coat from the hanger and headed out...
Inside the hot pot restaurant, An Yiruo and Mo Jingchen each wore a red apron and sat at a wooden table waiting for their food to be served.
As for why it's another hot pot restaurant, the answer is naturally because An Yiruo likes it.
How are the design drawings?
“Lu Ze said it was pretty good. He wants me to come up with a few more drawings and then submit them to the competition anonymously,” An Yiruo said while fiddling with the condiment dish.
Mo Jingchen already had the answer in his heart. Lu Ze must really appreciate An Yiruo's abilities, otherwise he wouldn't have rashly suggested going out to participate in the competition.
His An'an is so outstanding; that matter needs to be expedited.
“If An’an wins an award, there will be a reward.”
"What reward?"
Upon hearing about the reward, An Yiruo couldn't help but raise her head curiously, staring at him with a curious expression.
"It's a secret for now. But you'll probably like it."
An Yiruo wanted to continue asking questions, but all the dishes were served at that moment, interrupting her from speaking.
However, she worked hard to win the award, and the prize will naturally be revealed. It's just a matter of time.
Looking at the bubbling broth with bright red chili peppers floating on top, An Yiruo's appetite was instantly whetted.
Fortunately, Mo Jingchen had just bought her a sandwich to fill her stomach, so she wouldn't have to eat spicy food on an empty stomach.
After a satisfying meal, back in Xinghai Bay, An Yiruo lay in Mo Jingchen's arms, sharing her design concepts and sources of inspiration for the day.
"I'm so glad to be your source of inspiration," Mo Jingchen said, lowering his head to place a gentle kiss on An Yiruo's head.
"Yes, you're welcome. I just ate so much tonight, I should have walked around downstairs a few times before coming up," An Yiruo said, rubbing her slightly bloated belly.
"Want to aid digestion?"
"Hmm. But it's too late, and I don't want to move."
"I have a way to help you digest your food."
"What method?" An Yiruo nestled in Mo Jingchen's arms, drawing circles on his chest with her finger.
"Well... shouldn't An'an also give me her favor?"
After Mo Jingchen finished speaking, he rolled over and pinned An Yiruo beneath him. Their lips met, and it was a familiar taste, a familiar feeling...
This New Year, the Pei family in F City was not as lifeless as in previous years.
This year, we have a lead about my aunt, although this lead has not yet been fully investigated.
But something is better than nothing.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
