Chongxi male wife

All Li Miao thought about was Su Mingxuan, and the brush in his hand couldn't help but outline a simplified version of Su Mingxuan on the rice paper.

He has never learned to draw, but when he was in the village, the old man who taught him calligraphy often drew pictures for them, and he learned a little bit.

The characters in his brush became clearer and clearer, every stroke was real and vivid, as if Su Mingxuan was right in front of his eyes.

As he described it, he somehow drew Su Mingxuan's appearance on the rice paper.

The shadows of the trees were mottled, and the green young man smiled slightly, and the dense light and shadow hit the side of his face, like a mischievous fairy who had found a fairyland and wanted to live in it.

At this moment, Su Mingxuan also lived in Li Miao's heart.

Li Miao stared blankly, wanting to write Su Mingxuan's name on it, but he really couldn't.

The child blushed. He was facing the door. When Su Mingxuan pushed the door open, he saw a little seedling blushing like a watermelon, staring blankly at the rice paper on the table, not knowing what he was doing.

He walked over and saw his own portrait, which was so lifelike and beautiful that he couldn't help admiring: "Okay, the painting is really wonderful."

Li Miao was still in a daze, but was so frightened by his sound that he threw the pen away, and a line of ink was drawn on a good painting.

Su Mingxuan was a little embarrassed, and Li Miao was even more embarrassed. He felt that his young master might have discovered his thoughts.

Li Miao hurriedly gathered up the painting and threw it into the basin beside him: "Young master, young master, I just want to practice my painting skills."

Even though Su Mingxuan had so many beautiful dreams, he didn't realize that he had any different thoughts about Li Miao.

He looked at the painting being thrown into the basin, and felt a little regretful: "I know, aren't you drawing patterns recently, whose face is not for use? Besides, your young master, I am so good-looking, I drew it myself It's also comfortable."

Li Miao nodded hesitantly, now what the young master said, he didn't dare to refute, in case he said something that shouldn't be said, if the young master found out and thought carefully, he might be kicked out of the Su residence.

Li Miao sighed in his heart, after all, he and the young master are two types of people, it is impossible to become brothers, he should stop thinking about it earlier.

Su Mingxuan had already picked up the painting when he was thinking wildly.He opened the painting and saw his name, "Su" written on it, and then a big ink dot.

He turned to look at Li Miao, Li Miao lowered his head and ears were red, Su Mingxuan laughed: "Little Miaoer, I'm afraid you can't write your young master's name."

Li Miao was even more ashamed. He had practiced calligraphy for so many days, and what he learned was all related to accounting. He really didn't learn Su Mingxuan's name.

Su Mingxuan smiled and went to pull him: "Come here, I'll teach you, if you don't know how to write my name when you go out, you will suffer a lot."

As he spoke, he wrapped Li Miao in his arms and taught him to write the word Mingxuan.

Li Miao was surrounded by his aura, his whole body turned red like a shrimp, he couldn't hear anything and couldn't see anything because of the buzzing in his head, as if the only thing in the world was the warm chest close to his back, which made him bear it. My heart can't stop beating wildly.

Su Mingxuan happily taught him to write his own name. Although his little Miao'er's hands were a little stiff and his whole body was a little nervous, it meant that his little Miao'er attached great importance to him.

Su Mingxuan took it very seriously, and took Li Miao to write for a long time without hesitation.

After the morning, Li Miao was completely dizzy. He was sitting at the dining table, and beside him was Su Mingxuan. Su Mingxuan helped him pick up a chopstick of green vegetables, and he ate them without looking at them.

After taking this bite of vegetables, the whole person became sober in an instant.

I don't know if it's because of the chef, or Su Mingxuan saw his strangeness and wanted to beat him up. This dish made him eat onion, ginger, garlic and other foods that he didn't like.

Li Miao hurriedly took a sip of the soup to relieve it, but Su Mingxuan ate happily and didn't notice anything wrong with the chopstick dish he just picked up.

Su Mingxuan took another bite of the dish he gave to Li Miao just now, and when he ate it, he almost flew up with joy.

The chef who made this dish was newly hired by him. He heard that the skill of making cold dishes and pastries is first-class. If he hadn’t tasted this dish, he would not believe it. Now he believes it. It really suits his taste, but the vinegar is a bit not enough.

Liulu and Zhuhong, who were eating with them not far away, were very grateful for the dish, it was so sour that they couldn't stand it.

Zhuhong took a bite, and hurriedly grabbed the sweet glutinous rice balls in Liulu's bowl and ate them.Liu Lu was also terribly sour, and was going to grab it back immediately.

The two of them came and went, and fought undercurrents for several rounds. Zhuhong won a temporary victory. Liu Lu saw that the sweet glutinous rice balls were finally about to fall into Zhuhong's mouth. At this moment, Su Mingxuan said: "Zhuhong Hong, tell the new cook to put more vinegar in this dish next time."

Zhu Hong shook her hand, and the last glutinous rice ball dropped to the ground.

The two little girls were dumbfounded for a moment. His young master was probably sick, so why did he like eating sour food so much recently.

As soon as the two of them made eye contact, they shook their heads instantly, feeling goosebumps all over the floor.

Zhuhong saw doubts in Liulu's eyes, and seemed to ask her again if the young master was pregnant.

Liu Lu saw approval in Zhu Hong's eyes, and seemed to be responding to her, I thought it was right when you said that.

They were chilled by the other party's speculation, and hurriedly shook their heads and continued to eat.

Su Mingxuan didn't know what they were thinking, and Li Miao was even more absent-minded. Everyone who had a meal had their own thoughts.