The world's most sassy sweet wife

Yu Ziqing raised her eyebrows, "Looking for an appointment with me? I charge a very high fee. The secretary Lu next to you is good at painting. I believe that as long as you ask, she shouldn't need to charge money."

He Xuanchen smiled and said, "If I don't look for her, I will look for you. It doesn't matter how much the price is."

"It doesn't matter how much? What if I want your life?" Yu Ziqing asked with a smile.

He Xuanchen sneered, "You want me to die that much?"

Yu Ziqing folded her hands on her chest, "No, the main reason is that you don't deserve to live."

He Xuanchen laughed out loud and clapped his hands, "Okay! Well said!"

But his expression was instantly cold again, "Someone once said that to me, do you know what happened to him?"

Yu Ziqing rolled his eyes at him, "I'm going to rest, please go out."

He Xuanchen changed his posture, crossed his legs, "If you don't take the order, I won't leave."

Yu Ziqing said coldly, "If you don't leave, you won't leave. Since we haven't divorced yet, I don't mind sharing the same room with you, but Yingyingyanyan next to you will be alone and sleepless."

He Xuanchen smiled and said, "Yingying Yanyan? There are also many monsters and monsters around you, don't you need to accompany them?"

Yu Ziqing didn't bother to talk to him, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

It's ridiculous to think about it, five years ago, He Xuanchen hardly talked to her, and rarely responded to her.

Now, no matter how bad her attitude is, He Xuanchen is still not angry.

She knew that He Xuanchen wanted to torture her, so as to kill the hatred in his heart.

But she is no longer that ignorant girl, psychological warfare is useless to her.

For others, even a look from He Xuanchen can make them tremble.

But she won't.

The reason why those people are afraid of him is because they want something.

And she had no illusions.

Yu Ziqing put on her bathrobe, put on a facial mask and walked out of the bathroom. She saw He Xuanchen took off her suit jacket, lying on her side on the sofa and brushing her phone.

This person hasn't left yet?
He Xuanchen sat lazily on the sofa, with a smile on his lips, "Are you surprised? Draw me a portrait, and I'll leave."

Yu Ziqing frowned, and suddenly yelled, pointing at He Xuanchen's side and shouting, "Bug! Bug! Bug!"

He Xuanchen soared into the air, jumped off the sofa, and checked his whole body in horror.

Yu Ziqing instantly regained her composure and sat down on the sofa.

He Xuanchen realized that he had been tricked, and stared at her through gritted teeth, making the back molars creak.

Yu Ziqing shrugged, "I'm sorry, I've been tired all day, and my eyesight is wrong."

In the year she married He Xuanchen, she could always hear the butler telling the servants that there should be no dust in the house, let alone bugs.

At that time, she thought that He Xuanchen had a cleanliness habit, but after the verification just now, she finally realized that He Xuanchen was actually afraid of bugs.

With a gloomy expression, He Xuanchen ordered in a low voice, "I'll say it again, draw me a portrait!"

Yu Ziqing turned a blind eye to his anger, and gently massaged the mask with ten fingers, "Mr. He, we illustrators must pay attention to inspiration. You look in the mirror and see how scary you look, my inspiration The baby was scared away!"

He Xuanchen didn't believe her bullshit rhetoric, and said indifferently, "Anyone who can draw 24 high-definition works for twelve hours in a row, give me inspiration?"

Yu Ziqing shrugged, "Okay, let me confess, I just don't want to draw for you."

He Xuanchen's face was ashen, and he rushed over with a stride.

Yu Ziqing was not in the mood to fight with him, she was tired all day and just wanted to sleep well.

She quickly changed her position and said, "All right, all right, I'll draw for you."

He Xuanchen relaxed a little, sat on the sofa, and said coldly: "Draw well."

Yu Ziqing looked around, without any tools, he casually pulled out a piece of paper from the drawer on the coffee table.

She picked up the signature pen on the bedside table, turned it around in her hand, and asked, "What angle do you want to draw?"

"Whatever." He Xuanchen said with a cold face.

Yu Ziqing smiled and said, "Then can I draw the back of the head directly? This way I don't have to face your face."

He Xuanchen's face was so dark that ink dripped out.

Yu Ziqing began to write, her cold eyes sized up He Xuanchen's peerless and beautiful face.

With such a perfect face, his heart is so cruel.

Was it that easy for him to kill someone?

Human life is really not worth mentioning in his eyes?
He could actually give an order to kill with a cold phone call, and kill a person he met every day without hesitation.

His heart must be black, right?

At this time, Yu Ziqing still had a mask on her face, but He Xuanchen clearly felt that her eyes were very cold.

"Why? Why don't you want to draw me?" He asked with a faint smile.

Yu Ziqing said angrily, "Eating with people you hate, you will lose your appetite, right?"

He Xuanchen snorted, "You hate me so much? It seems that in the past five years, you will always think of me?"

Yu Ziqing said, "If you have experienced life and death, you will know that having an annoying person in your head is giving him face. I would rather waste my time in a daze than let him waste my brain cells."

"Heh!" He Xuanchen sneered, "Big words are shameless."

Obviously she disappeared suddenly, left a pregnancy test sheet, and left without warning.

"Oh! Human face and animal heart." Yu Ziqing shot back.

He Xuanchen smiled, when did this woman become so eloquent?
Her messy hair hangs down on her shoulders, and the bathrobe tightly wraps her body. The translucent mask fits tightly on her palm-sized face, leaving a big circle.

Her slender, fair hand holds a common signature pen, and draws seemingly randomly on the soft tissue paper, but each stroke is so precise that it does not affect her performance at all.

He has seen his eyes, nose, and all the facial features gradually outlined by her.

"When did you start painting?" He Xuanchen asked suddenly.

Yu Ziqing replied indifferently, "Five years ago."

He Xuanchen frowned, "Five years ago? After you left, did you go to learn painting?"

Yu Ziqing sneered, "You can put it that way."

Fate plays tricks like this.

If she hadn't been thrown into the sea by the housekeeper of the He family and experienced the test of life and death, her heart might never have become hard, let alone the growth she has today.

Human beings are pushed to their limits.

He Xuanchen frowned, and asked again, "You..."

Yu Ziqing suddenly threw the signature pen on the table and interrupted him, "The drawing is finished, you can go."

She wasn't interested in chatting with him or answering any of his questions.

He Xuanchen is a very cunning and insidious person, maybe he wants to trick her.

He Xuanchen smiled, picked up the facial tissue, looked at it carefully and said, "Did you draw me so hostile?"