Quick Wear: Inferiority is the best dowry for men

"Where are you going to paint?" Chi Yunzhou asked again.

He Sheng thought, if she was alone, it would be fine in her room, but it would not be enough for two people, and she didn't know where in the villa was suitable for painting. "You decide, I'm not familiar with this place."

"Then let's go to my studio." Chi Yunzhou turned around and went upstairs.

He Sheng hurriedly called out to him, "Don't, you're already down here, why don't you go paint somewhere else?" This was a great opportunity to intervene.

"No."

"Don't you think climbing stairs is troublesome?"

Chi Yunzhou used his actions to tell He Sheng that he didn't mind the trouble.

He Sheng quickly finished the remaining dumplings. OK, OK, let’s just stay in the studio. He cleaned up the dishes and went back to his room to take all his things up to the third floor.

Chi Yunzhou’s studio was indeed big enough and had a very large window, which was enough for painting scenery, but He Sheng had just painted scenery yesterday and didn’t want to repeat it again.

Chi Yunzhou, who picked up the paintbrush, seemed to block out all the sounds around him and didn't care at all about what He Sheng was doing when he poked his head around.

He Sheng was watching what Chi Yunzhou was painting. He had been staying in the studio painting all the time, so he must be tired of painting everything. So what would he paint?

He wrote very boldly, but He Sheng would not dare to write like that. Looking at the general appearance of the draft, He Sheng could barely make out that it was a person. After all, the lines were too rough and a bit abstract, so she was not sure.

He Sheng spread out the paper, thought for a moment and then began to draw. She also drew figures and her self-portrait.

Genius, she has never painted herself since she started learning to paint.

Find a photo on your phone that you are very satisfied with and put it next to you for reference.

The studio was very quiet, with only the rustling of the brush on the paper and the sound of breathing.

Chi Yunzhou's breathing was very light. Occasionally, He Sheng would stop writing and stare blankly and listen carefully to hear his breathing. Every time this happened, she couldn't help but look back to see if he was okay.

He's good, very good, already refining it.

He Sheng was not in a hurry. It didn’t matter if she didn’t finish the painting today. She could continue painting tomorrow.

He Sheng was not very serious about painting, and her heart was still on the beach. She looked at the sky outside the window and thought that the tide would soon go out, so she could go to the beach to pick up shells and cat's-eye snails. She really wanted to catch some cat's-eye snails.

She glanced at Chi Yunzhou carefully. He was still painting wholeheartedly. Well, she didn't know how long he would finish. If there was still time, she would go to the beach.

The clock struck six, time for dinner. He Sheng heard a knock on the door. She quietly opened the door and saw Zhao Bolai delivering dinner. He was stunned when he saw He Sheng, then he chuckled and asked in a low voice, "Are you doing psychological counseling?"

He Sheng nodded. That was fine. The theme of her first psychological counseling session was to accompany him in painting.

Uncle Zhao handed the plate to He Sheng, "This is for Yunzhou. Make sure he eats a few more bites if possible. Should I bring your meal up as well?"

He Sheng immediately shook her head. No, no, no. She wanted to go downstairs under the pretext of eating and end this painting activity.

Uncle Zhao added, "I have found out the origin of the blade. I will tell you when you come downstairs to eat."

"Ok."

Zhao Bo left and He Sheng closed the door.

There were four small bowls with lids on the plate, which should contain two dishes, one soup and a bowl of rice.

He Sheng brought the meal in and was worried about where to put it.

Chi Yunzhou didn't look like he was going to eat. Should I put it on the ground? That's not a good idea. I might kick it...

She didn't want to interrupt Chi Yunzhou, so she thought it was too heavy and put it on the ground.

But she wanted to go downstairs to eat, so she had to tell him...

"Chi..."

"You go."

Before He Sheng finished speaking, Chi Yunzhou spoke first.

"Then I'm leaving. I'm taking the easel too."

"No, come back after dinner and continue painting." Chi Yunzhou rejected it outright. He would not allow a half-finished product to be left overnight.

He Sheng hesitated to speak, "Okay." After all, she owed him.

"Your food is on the ground, remember to eat it, especially the soup, make sure you drink it all..."

Chi Yunzhou didn't drink a drop of water the whole afternoon, which made her wonder if he might not have had a single sip all day.

Chi Yunzhou pretended not to hear and lowered his head to mix the paints.

He Sheng went out, and there was nothing she could do if he didn't listen to her.

When they went downstairs to eat, Uncle Zhao hadn't started eating yet and was waiting for her.

Dinner consisted of pork ribs with preserved plums, broccoli with shrimps, and radish and corn soup. It was delicious and looked tasty.

He Sheng washed his hands and sat opposite Uncle Zhao. Uncle Zhao spoke first, "Let's eat. I'll talk to you while we eat."

"I checked the surveillance footage for the whole afternoon. He had hidden it last week. I dropped the pencil sharpener when I was sharpening his pencil. He is old and forgot about it. He hid it and then removed the blade."

He Sheng’s first thought was that it was a miracle that there was no inflammation.

Uncle Zhao had no choice. "I've been on high alert against him. He can even use a blade as small as a pencil sharpener. Last time, he even used a sharpened pencil to scratch me. Now I won't even let him use pencils."

"Yunzhou, it's more troublesome that he has no sense of pain."

He Sheng nodded in agreement. That was really troublesome. She wouldn't have to suffer until he felt pain.

"Thank you for your hard work, Dr. He. If you hadn't discovered it, I don't know how many times he would have cut me with this blade."

He Sheng continued to nod, yes, fortunately she confiscated it.

She was chewing some pork ribs and couldn't speak, so she could only nod and say "hmm".

Uncle Zhao put down his chopsticks after only two bites. "You are the first doctor among all these doctors who can make him talk so much on his own initiative."

He Sheng paused in gnawing the bone, probably because he was speechless with her. Uh, well... Actually, she was very professional when she wasn't in pain... She would never trespass into a patient's private territory if she wasn't in unbearable pain.

But unfortunately she was still in pain.

So 011 come back to me soon!

"Since I chose you, I naturally trust you wholeheartedly. At least Yunzhou has changed, which is good." He stood up, "I'm done eating, you take your time."

He Sheng looked at the half bowl of ribs left. Don't you want to eat them? Then she won't be polite.

After a long time of eating, she didn't eat much rice, but ate all the spareribs, which were delicious. She licked the corner of her mouth.

Now she has been downstairs eating for an hour, and she doesn't know how much Chi Yunzhou has eaten.

Go upstairs and open the door, beautiful!

The rice was still there, and I guess the lid had never been opened.

He Sheng looked at his small body and shook his head slowly. He was too thin, so it wouldn't work.

"Aren't you hungry?" He Sheng asked.

"No." Chi Yunzhou was very frugal with his words.

"Not eating a single bite?"

"Ah."

He Sheng squatted on the ground, opened the lid and looked at the plum pork ribs inside. Hey, I am the only one in this family who understands you, plum pork ribs.

The fragrance wafted out and He Sheng covered it immediately.

She sat back in her seat, "What time do you finish drawing?"

Chi Yunzhou glanced at her painting and roughly estimated the time she would finish it, "10 o'clock."

"So late! About nine o'clock, girls should go to bed early." Although she went downstairs to watch videos.

"No."

"Oh, okay, okay. Then 10 o'clock."

She just stayed up late.