Quick Wear: After being conquered by the male protagonist, he said I was sick

On the first day of the wedding, you need to serve tea and change your words.

But no one mentioned it from the time He Wenshang woke up until he finished breakfast, and he was too lazy to ask.

Because he asked Jiang Que, after dinner He Wenshang was led to the study by a maid.

He stood outside the door and saw a young man wearing a clean crescent-colored gown. He stood in front of the desk with a youthful look on his face, painting with powerful strokes.

It’s a simple landscape in ink, but it’s painted in a way that makes people feel majestic.

He Wenshang watched for a while. When the young man finished painting, he raised his eyes and saw him at the door. A look of surprise flashed across his eyes: "My wife."

He Wenshang had no expression on his face. He walked in and glanced at the boy's painting.

"I am a man, this title is not appropriate for me."

The young man put down the brush, looked at He Wenshang who came in, frowned and said in embarrassment: "Then what do you think is the appropriate address, madam?"

He Wenshang thought about it and wanted him to call him husband, but he couldn't say such a clingy name.

He waved his hand: "Forget it, whatever you want."

The young man then smiled and displayed the painting in front of He Wenshang: "Madam, do you think my painting is good?"

The ink on the painting was not yet dry, and He Wenshang nodded: "Do you mind if I add a few strokes?"

Jiang Que shook his head, indicating that he didn't mind.

He Wenshang took the brush that Jiang Que had just put down, dipped it in some ink, and gently drew a few lines between the mountains and rivers, making the painting more three-dimensional and poetic.

Jiang Que raised his eyebrows: "Madam, are you also good at painting?"

He Wenshang was stunned for a moment, perhaps afraid of exposing his identity, and frowned: "I am not good at calligraphy, I have seen people draw before, so I just tried to draw a few strokes."

"But my lady's painting is very good. This is a painting my lady and I made together. I will put it away when the ink is dry."

Jiang Que weighed the painting down with a paperweight and placed it on the desk to prevent it from being blown away by the wind.

Walking around the desk, Jiang Que took He Wenshang's hand and sat on the square couch under the window.

"Madam, can you read? My father is not in good health, and this family business may have to be handed over to you and me in the future."

He Wenshang stared at Jiang Que holding his hand and continued to lie: "I don't know him."

The boy did not look down on him, but smiled and said that he would teach him in the future.

He Wenshang pursed his lips and didn't answer.

Because he never thought about the future.

It's a miserable life. You never know when you will die.

He Wenshang, an official from the Fu family, always felt something was strange.

It feels like someone is watching me all the time.

After all, he had a large family and a lot of wealth, so He Wenshang thought they were just guards in the mansion, so he didn't care.

The young man held his hand and strolled around the mansion. Such an ordinary day made He Wenshang feel unreal and his heart was touched.

"My lady, do you think this pot of flowers in full bloom is more beautiful, or this pot of pine trees on the moon is more beautiful?"

The boy bought two new bonsai pots and planned to put them in the room, but there was only enough space for one, so he kept asking He Wenshang for advice.

The young man stood between the two bonsai pots, and He Wenshang only saw him.

She moved her lips to say that he was handsome, but the words that came out were just two words with a hint of sarcasm: "They are all ugly."

"Ah? Don't they all look good?"

The boy did as he expected, lowered his brows, looking a little unhappy, and then he put nothing in the empty space in the room.

He Wenshang rubbed his hands, feeling a little annoyed by this strange feeling.

He wants to destroy all the good in this world.

Including this young man who made him happy.

You can be addicted for a short time, but never get deeply addicted.

night.

The young man hugged He Wenshang and said, "My dear, I want to eat chestnut cake from Wangji in the city center tomorrow. Can you buy it for me?"

He Wenshang was a little sleepy, and nodded when he heard it: "Okay."

The young man kissed him and called out, "My wife..."

The young man said something else, but He Wenshang was too sleepy to hear.