The eldest daughter is committing suicide, and the marriage partner comes to redeem her

The woman's demeanor was pure and innocent, but her words were playful and seductive. Her crescent eyes were full of teasing.

Pei Zigui pinched her cheeks, which were whiter than snow, picked up a dumpling and stuffed it into Jiang Ruoli's mouth.

"I'll tell you later."

Jiang Ruoli chewed the dumplings, his cheeks puffed up, and he mumbled something indistinctly. He looked so adorable.

After dinner, Jiang Ruoli planned to go back to the studio to finish the unfinished painting. As soon as he opened the door, Pei Zigui followed in.

Before she knew it, she was carried and sat on a single-person drawing chair.

Jiang Ruoli exclaimed: "What are you doing? I want to paint."

"Well, I'll hold you and draw."

Jiang Ruoli rolled his eyes and called him sick.

The narrow single chair could only accommodate one person, so Jiang Ruoli was forced to sit on Pei Zigui's legs, with her waist tightly restrained, as if they were afraid she would fall.

Although he said he was holding her while painting, Pei Zigui really didn't do anything out of the ordinary. He just held her quietly, watching the little girl carefully filling in the colors stroke by stroke.

After a long time, he seemed to understand.

A light laugh echoed in the quiet studio.

"Are you planning on pushing me off a cliff?"

The hand holding the pen paused slightly and the woman looked embarrassed.

The most embarrassing situation in the world is to be caught secretly saying bad things about someone. What is even more embarrassing is to be caught red-handed when you want to kill someone quietly.

When she was thinking about it in the afternoon, she just wanted to vent her anger, and she didn't know what came to her mind, so she drew a wheelchair.

And she is the one pushing the wheelchair.

She had a good idea. If Pei Zigui really had an affair with another woman, she would endure hardships and wait until he got old, then she would push his wheelchair to the edge of the cliff.

Just go all out and kill the person.

Or you can push his wheelchair and let him watch you and other old men dance square dance.

Who knew she was so easily influenced? She believed Pei Zigui's explanation.

Jiang Ruoli pursed his lips and began to frame someone: "Even if we take a step back, this paintbrush is not wrong, right?"

"Baby, is it too much?"

The magnetic voice calling out "baby" was simply foul. Jiang Ruoli's earlobes turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye and spread out.

"Don't interfere with my artistic creation. Have you heard of a true gentleman who watches a game of chess without saying a word?"

Pei Zigui was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyebrows and chuckled a few times, then tilted his head and kissed the woman on the cheek.

"I paid for this work, can Mr. Jiang give me a happy ending?"

"how much is it?"

The man whispered a number into her ear.

Jiang Ruoli took a breath. Are her works so valuable now?

Painting is just her hobby. When she is in the mood, she will occasionally paint a few pictures. Some of them are collected by herself, and some are directly put up in the gallery of friends, which can be sold at a good price.

But the price Pei Zigui offered could buy works by top domestic masters! Or those who are already dead. (No disrespect intended.)

"Why? Teacher Jiang doesn't think highly of this little money?"

Jiang Ruoli pursed his lips, hesitating: "Have you invested in art like this before?"

I thought I was a spendthrift enough, but I didn't expect Pei Zigui to be even more spendthrift than her. Could it be that he was cheated by someone before?

Tsk tsk tsk! Fortunately, he makes money quickly, otherwise he would have lost a lot.

“Your work is worth it.”

He gently put his arm around her shoulders, stroked her falling hair with his hands, and coaxed her:

"If you think you've gotten a good deal, why not give me one more?"

Jiang Ruoli added a few more strokes to the canvas, and the wheelchair turned into a big tree.

She asked casually, "What do you want?"

"I want to see how Lili sees me."

The brush paused slightly.

"You want me to draw you?"

Pei Zigui nodded. "Why? Don't you want to? A simple sketch will do."

The woman tilted her head, as if she was seriously considering the feasibility of the deal.

After a moment, a charming voice sounded: "Just sketching is fine as you said."

"Yeah, that's what I said."

The finished product on the canvas was finally completed by the two of them. Pei Zigui seemed very satisfied and took a photo with a smile.

"So, is Teacher Jiang going to prepare the second painting?"

Jiang Ruoli had just washed her hands. She looked down at the man who was gently wiping the water droplets off her hands with a smile on his face.

"Then go sit on the sofa over there."

Jiang Ruoli moved out a smaller easel and sat down diagonally away from the sofa.

A pen and a piece of drawing paper.

Pei Zigui obediently walked to the sofa and sat down, then picked up an art magazine and started flipping through it.

"Is it okay to sit here?"

"Just sit still and don't look at me."

This man looked up at me from time to time, which really affected my painting.

"What can I do if I can't help it?"

Jiang Ruoli glared at him and said, "Then I won't paint anymore!"

"Sorry, I have no experience."

Pei Zigui placed his hands directly on the buttons of his pajamas and slightly unbuttoned two of them. His deep eyes seemed to swallow up the person in front of the sofa.

"Do you need me to take off my clothes?"

When he raised his eyes, Jiang Ruoli's nosebleed almost spurted out.

This man had actually unbuttoned two-thirds of his shirt, which was loosely on his body, about to fall off. His full chest muscles and perfect abdominal muscles were faintly visible, and there was not a trace of fat on his body, which made people's blood boil.

If this figure were sent to an art academy, she would probably be auctioned off at a high price to be a nude model.

As for him, he was leaning lazily and casually on the sofa, his eyes full of aggressive desire.

That art magazine cleverly covered the key areas.

"is this okay?"

The mannequin's voice was clear and sincere, as if he was really just asking. But his raised eyebrows revealed his emotions.

Jiang Ruoli, rational! This is art! This is art! This is art!

"Put the magazine aside."

Pei Zigui raised his eyebrows, and the subtle curve on his handsome face outlined a subtle cunning "Are you sure?"

"Of course, the mannequin must follow the painter's instructions."

"Okay, it's up to you."

The man casually threw the magazine to his side, placed his left hand on it, and his right hand on the last two unbuttoned buttons.

The veins on the back of Leng Bai's hand were clearly visible, and his long, bony fingers were resting on his shirt, making people want to unbutton the rest of his clothes for him.

Jiang Ruoli suddenly felt thirsty and her heartbeat was a little abnormal. She took a deep breath and picked up the pencil again.

At night, the scenery outside the window changed. The moon hung high above the branches, casting a bright and soft light. The breeze gently blew over the lake, stirring up waves.

It was quiet all around, with the only sounds in the studio being the ticking of the clock and the subtle sound of the pen tip touching the drawing paper.

Jiang Ruoli stopped from time to time, glanced at the person on the sofa, raised the pencil in his hand and gestured in the air twice, then lowered his head to paint.

Seems really serious.

Only she herself knew how fast her heart was beating.

"Pei Zigui, stop moving your Adam's apple."

"Can't help it."

The man's voice was unexpectedly hoarse.

Jiang Ruoli licked his lips and glanced at the clock. He seemed to have been doing this for a long time.

"Do you want some water? Do you want to take a break?"

"it is good."

Jiang Ruoli gulped down a large glass of water and put it down. Pei Zigui had walked in front of him without him knowing.