Marriage at first thought: the black-bellied president is super painful

Mu Ying didn't know what to say, should she tell the young master that as long as she sees a statue of a man with a strong body, she will think of him?

"I don't look at it anyway."

"All right, it's up to you." The young master led her into one of the oil painting exhibition halls.

The two walked quietly in the corridor, watching as they walked.

The exhibition hall is very quiet, the young master's steps are steady, he stops and stops between the paintings, with his own rhythm.

Mu Ying's footsteps were a bit messy. Either the young master walked forward after admiring the painting, and she realized it and hurriedly followed in small steps, or she walked forward, and the young master stopped where he was, and she retreated to him .

Later, the young master simply put his arms around her waist to save her from running around and give her a little support when she was a little drunk.

It is said that the strength of the champagne is not high, but I don't know if I drank it too fast, and it has a little stamina. Mu Ying was very dizzy, so she obediently leaned against the young master like a bird.

The young master followed each piece of work with his eyes, and it could be seen that he really liked these works and admired them with eyes full of eyes.

Mu Ying looked at the young master with the same eyes.

She also found out that since the young master is no longer just the young master, but has become her husband, his temper has become better.

The previously cold face now has a smile, and the personality that used to be one-sided and didn't know how to take care of others has softened a lot.

Is this what is sung in that old song: No matter how hard your heart is like steel, it is still soft like fingers?

Looking at the young master in a daze, the young master stopped and looked down at her: "Are you here to come to see the painting, or to see me?"

Mu Ying turned her face away in embarrassment, realizing that her love brain had become active again...

Originally, I wanted to appreciate the artworks, at least to make the young master's money worth the money, but I didn't even bother to look at the paintings until now, and only admired him.

Or because of that deceitful wine...

But after being reminded by the young master, Mu Ying consciously restrained her love brain, and then stopped being distracted.

It is also because these works are really excellent. Looking at those paintings, people can't help but have many beautiful associations.

Just like the painting of the wheat field in front of me.

Golden colors, simple harvesters, warm sunshine, gentle wind...

A paintbrush can make people feel like they are in the scene depicted in the scroll, and Mu Ying also seems to have passed through the painting and came to the ridge of the wheat field.

She stood under the shade of a tree, with a small easel in front of her, and her small hand holding a paintbrush daubed, not talking about technique, but relying on feeling.

In the distance are people working in the fields, and under the trees are parents enjoying the shade. This is a rare weekend when father is at home.

The breeze was gentle, the wheat waves were rolling, Mu Ying closed her eyes, as if she could smell the sweet aroma of wheat straw.

When she opened her eyes again, a butterfly had landed on her easel.

Mother said, Yingying should also draw this butterfly.

So Xiao Muying carefully drew the butterfly on the paper.

When she finished, the butterfly flew away and turned the easel to show her parents.

Dad nodded approvingly: "Yingying has made progress, she must persevere, maybe she will become a little painter in the future!"

Mother laughed and said, "Maybe she's a fashion designer."

Xiao Muying asked her mother: "What can I do as a fashion designer?"

"I can make a lot of beautiful little skirts!"

"Then I want to be a fashion designer!"

Probably because of staring at the wheat field for too long, Mu Ying's eyes became sour, and the golden wheat waves had blurred into a ball before her eyes.

The young master hugged her from behind, as if he couldn't bear to interrupt her, and asked softly, "You like this one very much?"