The school’s little wild cat is cute and sweet

An Wanqing heard that Mu Qianxi was going to participate in a painting competition in the city. In order to keep her focused, An Wanqing took her to the main house to live and eat with him, and tutored her in painting every day.

Only then did Mu Qianxi know that Shuluan, a well-known figure in the painting world, turned out to be Aunt An. At the age of 20, he has achieved a lot, and his famous works have been auctioned for sky-high prices in Europe. Although she only produces one piece of work every year, they are all excellent works and are highly praised. Shuluan keeps a low profile and never accepts any interviews, so very few people have seen her, and her photos and real information cannot be found online. And who would have thought that Shuluan, a talented painter, would marry Leng Moxuan, who had nothing but passion at the time.

"When Mo Xuan and I were together, he was very poor." An Wanqing slowly told Mu Qianxi how they met, "At that time, he had a falling out with his father, left home, and rented a house in an old community. I lived in a small house and worked hard alone. Later, I met him who happened to be dumped by his girlfriend. After getting along for a long time, we got together. Although the place we lived at that time was small, we lived happily. And fulfilling.”

"You accompanied my uncle through his most difficult time." Mu Qianxi sighed, a friend in need is a friend indeed.

An Wanqing smiled: "It doesn't count."

"?" Mu Qianxi was confused.

The aunt leaned close to her ear and smiled: "He has no money, but I have money! However, after I fell in love with him, no matter how I threw money at him or tempted him with a big house, he would not do it. I was moved. As expected of an upright Officer Leng, I liked him even more, so I stayed in his small house."

Mu Qianxi thought to herself that if she had money, she would also spend money on Leng Che. It's a pity that I have no money, so I can only work harder and impress him with my "talent".

She enjoyed listening to stories, and she also listened to her parents' love stories at home.

"Why does Xiao Xi suddenly want to participate in the painting competition?" An Wanqing asked suddenly.

She said seriously: "I originally like painting, and I also want to get a good ranking and impress Leng Che!"

"It seems that Xiao Xi really likes my Xiao Che!" An Wanqing looked at her with a smile, seemingly very happy.

"Ah?" Mu Qianxi was stunned for a few seconds, never expecting that her drunken confession would spread so quickly. Then she admitted frankly and firmly, "Yes, Auntie, I like Leng Che very much!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the cool and domineering little bully like her was pinched in the face.

An Wanqing became even happier after hearing her words. She pinched her cheek and smiled fondly: "Oh, my sister is so sincere and cute! I will try my best to teach you about painting. Your efforts will definitely You will get Xiaoche’s approval!”

During the days when she lived and ate in the main house and painted unexpectedly, An Wanqing patiently guided her, gave advice from time to time, and answered all her questions tirelessly. Compared to groping on her own, Mu Qianxi gained more and learned more easily with An Wanqing's help. However, she would always think of Leng Che from time to time. He was equally attentive and patient when tutoring her.

"You can try to draw the things and scenes you are most familiar with or like the most."

The most familiar and favorite one? Isn't that just...

An Wanqing's suggestion inspired Mu Qianxi.

Perhaps because of him in the painting, Mu Qianxi has high morale and has started a pattern of getting up earlier than chickens and going to bed later than dogs. Because she still has to take care of her classes, she can only prepare her works during school hours. She basically has to get out of bed at five in the morning, and paint until one in the morning after eating in the afternoon.

An Wanqing has always been with her, waking her up in the morning to have breakfast with her, and giving her supper at night, which made her feel like she was taken care of by her parents in every detail back when she was taking the high school entrance examination.

One day after breakfast, the "tough guy" little bully couldn't help it anymore. With a dark circle under his eyes, he hugged An Wanqing and shook her like a baby at home with her mother: "Auntie, you are so good to me! Make me feel Back when I was taking the high school entrance examination, my mother was so considerate to me."

"Really." An Wanqing smiled brightly when she heard this, "I couldn't do this for Xiaoche when he took the high school entrance examination. Now it's time to experience it."

"A top student like Leng Che will probably go to bed early and get up early as usual in the early stage of the high school entrance examination, so he doesn't need to worry too much."

"Well, Xiao Che is too smart, I can't teach him anything." An Wanqing has always wanted a daughter, and the more she looks at Mu Qianxi, the more she likes her. She enjoyed Mu Qianxi's dependence and realized the satisfaction of having a daughter.

Mu Qianxi drank a glass of milk, wiped her mouth, sipped it on An Wanqing's face, and hurried out to go to school.

"Goodbye, aunt!"

"Oh my, my sister is so cute!" An Wan sighed after being kissed by the child, and looked at her running away like a group of little kittens, feeling very happy.

After seeing Mu Qianxi leave, Leng Moxuan walked out lifelessly. Looking at An Wanqing with a smile on her face, she felt even more aggrieved.

He wanted to ask more than once, when will this painting be finished?

In the past few days, she had left him aside. She always revolved around the child. She ate breakfast, lunch and dinner with the child. It was finally the two of them when they were sleeping, but she was still thinking about the child! Fortunately, they had a son, otherwise there would be no place for him in her eyes and heart?

"I'm going to the company." Leng Moxuan looked depressed and asked for comfort, but he didn't say a word, simply said goodbye to her and left.

An Wanqing smiled and came to him: "Why are you even jealous of a child?"

He responded solemnly: "No."

"Really?" The smile in her eyes was gentle and sweet, and she raised her hand to gently poke his tense face.

He finally couldn't help but held her rebellious hand and surrendered: "Yes."

The other hand on her waist tightened, pulling her into his arms. He leaned forward to hug her, burying his face into her beautiful shoulders and neck, removing his coldness, like a big wolf dog complaining about being wronged.

"You've been spending time with Xiao Xi these days, but you don't stay with me anymore..."

The warm breath spread on her neck, which was a little itchy. She held his face in her hands and moved it away, and then placed a light kiss on his lips, which was fleeting.

An Wanqing smiled and coaxed him: "Just wait until Xiaoxi hands over her work next week~"

His voice became hoarse after being kissed like this by her: "I don't want to go to the company anymore."

There was a bit of grievance in his tone, like a child who stayed at home and didn't want to go to school.

She joked with him: "How can you make money if you don't go to the company? How can you compensate me? Leng Moxuan, don't forget that I helped you advance one month's rent so that you wouldn't have to live on the street."

"But when I paid you back the money, you didn't want it. You said you only wanted me, and you took the opportunity to sneak into my house." He hugged her into his arms again, recalling the sweet memories of their acquaintance, and then gently spoke again Ask for her opinion, "I won't go to the company this morning, is that okay?"

An Wanqing hugged him back and muttered in confusion: "You are the boss, not me."

"But you are my wife." After saying that, he tilted his head slightly, his thin lips almost touching her ears, and his voice became obscure and hoarse, "Qing'er, we haven't been together for many days..."

As his lips opened and closed, his warm breath hit her cochlea. After understanding what he meant, her fair ears instantly turned red.

"Husband," she blushed and buried her head in his chest, her voice sounding like a mosquito, "It's not good to be promiscuous in the daytime..."

He lowered his head and kissed the top of her hair. His eyes became darker and deeper, and he whispered softly to her: "It's just a sleep."