Mrs. Fu, please grasp the scale

"Where am I blushing?" Xu Qingcheng choked to retort, but couldn't stop his face from burning hot.

Fu Jingting only looked at her, he didn't need to speak, just looking at her made Xu Qingcheng unable to sit still, but his posture completely restricted her escape route.

She bit her lips in embarrassment, and kicked his leg to make him move away.

But kicking him a few times without pain has no deterrent effect. On the contrary, it is more like flirting. She looks very good-looking when she is blushing.

He laughed softly, and pulled her up when he got up, "Come out and have a look, there are a few things I don't know how to put away."

Xu Qingcheng was pulled up by him, and his foot still hurt a little when he stepped on the ground hard, this time it was because of his cramping too badly.

She hissed in pain.

"It still hurts?" Fu Jingting turned around and asked her.

"A little bit, but it doesn't matter." Xu Qingcheng broke away from his hand and hurried out.

The few pictures she drew on the desktop were accidentally swept to the ground by the corner of her clothes.

Fu Jingting stooped to pick it up, and she had already completed two of them. They were colored with gouache pens, with a strong sense of national style, and the color matching process looked very harmonious.

There is a shape that looks like a wishful lock, and she has four words written next to it, "Two people are in love with each other".

Ten miles of Pinghu is full of frost, and every inch of gold reflects the Chinese New Year

Looking at the moon and protecting each other, only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals

Material: red tourmaline, white diamond, pearl Craft: filigree inlay.

"Don't touch my design draft." Xu Qingcheng looked back and quickly took it out of his hand and put it back on the table.

"In Tsui Hark's "A Chinese Ghost Story", is the inch-inch blue thread worrying about the old age?" Fu Jingting nodded, and she changed it to inch-inch gold thread here to correspond to her gold thread engraving.

Very chic pendant.

Xu Qingcheng turned her head to look at him, a look like, oh, you know that.

Fu Jingting clicked his tongue and tapped her forehead with two fingers, "Why, I can't know?"

It doesn't hurt, but his action is inexplicably intimate, Xu Qingcheng puts his hand to his forehead and glares at him.

Fu Jingting didn't seem to notice her glare at all. He took a look at the manuscripts she had spread out on the table. There was a version of the manuscript that had already been formed.

The unformed version has a national style, and there is a pair of rings with double dragons playing with pearls. It is beautiful to see her graphic outline.

It's just that the craftsmanship marked next to her is extremely cumbersome, and several traditional handicrafts such as casting, chiseling, hammering, threading, and hollowing are used.

There is also a piece of Luanfeng Heming, which is equally complicated and exquisite, so that he can't help but outline in his mind the grand occasion worn by her, the wedding dress of Fengguanxiapei, embellished with these accessories.

He tapped it with his finger, but said nothing.

Xu Qingcheng was curious about his evaluation. The designer was undoubtedly very satisfied with her work, but she didn't know how others saw it. This was her first draft, and she would definitely need to make many revisions. She leaned over and asked, "What do you think? ?”

She tilted her head slightly to look at him, her eyes brightly waiting for his reply, Fu Jingting looked at her, and he gently pinched her chin with his fingers, "It looks good."

"I asked about the work." Xu Qingcheng reached out and patted his hand away.

"Well, I'm also talking about works."

"..."

Miss Xu's face turned red, she turned her head and went out.

Fu Jingting chuckled, his eyes slid over her design draft, and his eyes fell on the pile of discarded manuscripts. Among the many jewelry, there was a manuscript that was particularly different.

Men pick out.

It should be said that she is a good painter, a few pencil sketches are vivid on the paper, a sketch of a man, but a deep tooth mark has been left on the Adam's apple.

The black color of the pencil is heavy, and it feels dark even without blood.

Fu Jingting's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he pressed his fingers lightly on his neck.

Xu Qingcheng thought of something after going out, she hurried back, snatched the drawing from him two or three times, tore it up and threw it into the trash can.

dying.

It was really unconscious and unconscious, and it was drawn in a few strokes. The embarrassment of being peeped into her mind made her face blush.

The drawing was thrown into the trash can, she turned and left, but Fu Jingting grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.

He held her in his arms, with unspeakable emotions in his eyes, which reflected her appearance, delicate, beautiful, and full of vitality.

Fu Jingting clasped her tightly, his heart was beating a little heavy, and he didn't dare to confirm some thoughts easily, but even so, he couldn't contain his joy.

"Allure."

He called her name, his voice was low and hoarse, revealing unspeakable emotion, knocking on her heart in a low voice.

The heart fluttered slightly, and Xu Qingcheng put her palms on his chest in a panic, "What are you doing?"

The man retracted his arms and smiled, "It's nothing."

Xu Qingcheng was so strangled by him that he couldn't breathe, but he didn't let go, and seemed to be very happy. He lowered his eyebrows and asked her, "Do you want to bite? I'll bite you."

There was a flash of light in the man's eyes, the bottom of the pool was full of evil spirits, and his cheeks were hot.

Xu Qingcheng stuttered, "What, what... What are you talking about? What are you biting?"

She was so annoyed that she wanted to jump, but she couldn't avoid it, and she was so embarrassed that she wanted to dig a hole into it.

Fortunately, when the doorbell rang, Fu Jingting let go of her, and Xu Qingcheng ran to open the door. Before he could open the door, a man blocked him.

Fu Jingting turned to look at her, and his eyes fell on her shoulders.

Xu Qingcheng particularly consciously pulled up the nightgown that had slipped from her shoulders.

The man opened the door and came in with a lunch box.

She hadn't eaten much after a busy day, and now she couldn't hold on seeing the food.

They are all light meals, simple yet hearty, and the back kitchen of a star-rated hotel is used by him for takeaway, which is quite luxurious.

But Xu Qingcheng was hungry, so he didn't care about being hypocritical, so he ate very happily.

Fu Jingting stared at her, "No discomfort?"

"Huh?" Xu Qingcheng asked.

Seeing that there was no problem, Fu Jingting didn't ask any more questions.

It was rare for the two of them not to be at war, and the atmosphere was warm.

Fu Jingting helped her tidy up the kitchen, and the room was almost tidied up. She said to put the remaining packages on top and put them away first.

Fu Jingting went up with the box in his arms, and when he put it down, he saw the box she was going to throw away before, and he had put it here before.

Fu Jingting put down the package and opened the box.

There are also the wedding photos of the two of them, the jade plaque, and the wedding ring he gave her.

Xu Qingcheng followed behind, and was stunned when he saw the things in the man's hands, "Didn't it already be thrown away? Why are you still here?"

"I put it away."

Fu Jingting replied to her, but at that time too much speculation, so that he missed a lot of information.

He was holding the half of the improved jade tablet in his hand, and the end of his nose was unbearably sore. Did she also feel very sad when he had an accident?
"It's useless, throw it away."

He is already safe, and God has already fulfilled her wishes, so she shouldn't be greedy for too much.

Xu Qingcheng tried to snatch it, but was grabbed by Fu Jingting. He wrapped his arms around her waist. The man buried his face on her neck, rubbed his lips against her skin, and said in a hoarse voice, "Tell me, what do you want?" What wish?"

It's okay if he doesn't ask, but when he asks, the tears can't be held back.

Xu Qingcheng pushed him hard, "I didn't make any wish, this is a sign for her to wear."