my little sir

Mr. Wen had mixed feelings in his heart for a while. On the one hand, he felt that he was wronged and wronged, and on the other hand, he felt that Mr. Xiao was too funny and cute, so he poked him a little bit cute.

He was still a little worried, so he called Dr. Zhao and briefly explained Fang Yimin's situation to Dr. Zhao. Dr. Zhao asked him to cooperate more and give way to the little gentlemen, trying not to make the other party too emotional.

Mr. Wen quietly listened to Dr. Zhao's words, and asked a few more questions that should be paid attention to, then nodded and said: "I will definitely pay more attention to Yi Min's situation."

The little gentleman who was hiding outside the door narrowed his eyes, with such a clear expression on his face.

Uncle Zhao looked at Mr. Xiao secretly holding slippers, walking on tiptoe with bare heels like a cat.

Wen Qiling's assistant made several phone calls. He answered the phone and said that he would be 10 minutes late. After that, he told Uncle Zhao to remember to pay attention to Mr. Xiao and contact him at any time if there was any situation.

I always felt that there was a line of sight secretly falling on me, and when I turned my head, I saw Mr. Xiao standing at the corner, showing half of his snow-white face watching me, and when the eyes collided, he quickly retracted.

After Wen Qiling finished her work in the afternoon, she postponed the evening's entertainment, thinking of the little gentleman who was watching her every move at the corner, her eyes filled with smiles.

When Wen Qiling came back, Mr. Xiao was still drawing in the studio.There is no air-conditioning in the warehouse, and the air-conditioning fan is blowing on Mr. Xiao's back.

What Mr. Xiao painted was a tree, a fiery red tree, in an abstract style, with a dark blue background, I don’t know if it stands under the blue sky or in the sea.

Wen Qiling stood quietly behind and watched for a while, and he remembered that he used to watch Mr. Xiao draw like this occasionally.

Fang Yimin is studying fine arts. He said before that the fees for art students are very high. In order to reduce the burden on his family, he has been working part-time and studying as a teacher's assistant, just to be able to learn painting.

It is said that I have won several awards. Before I got married, I planned to hold an art exhibition when I won the award, but it was delayed due to some reasons such as marriage, so I never mentioned it again.

Wen Qiling didn't know exactly what awards he had won, but after spending three years together, he realized that he knew very little about Mr. Xiao.

Mr. Xiao used to work as an art teacher, and the fees were quite high. There were many students, and most of them were girls.

Most of the work was done during weekends. Later, in order to accommodate Wen Qiling who was free on weekends, the number of courses and students was reduced.Later, I simply handed over the studio to my partners, and I only have time to visit it occasionally.

It wasn't until half a year ago that the partner used Mr. Xiao's name to start a studio, broke away from the cooperative relationship, and set up a separate company. Mr. Xiao was completely unemployed.

Wen Qiling didn't know these things, but it was only because Fang Yimin's dishes were either salty or bland in those days that he realized that the other party's mood was not right.

Mr. Xiao is a person who likes to keep everything in his heart. Wen Qiling couldn't ask anything from the other party, so he had to find someone to investigate, and then he could understand the ins and outs of the matter.

He thought, maybe Mr. Xiao likes painting, but he gave up what he loved for himself.

Wen Qiling approached Fang Yimin, and the other party looked back at him when he heard footsteps, and said casually, "I'm back."

"En." Wen Qiling responded, and then said, "Yi Min, keep drawing."

"En." Fang Yimin misunderstood what Wen Qiling meant, and the pen in his hand didn't stop.

"Yi Min, do you want to open a gallery? Or are you setting up an art studio?"

"Huh?" Fang Yimin finally realized what Wen Qiling meant, stopped writing, looked up at him and asked, "Why do I want to open a gallery?"

"Don't you like painting? I can give you money..." Wen Qiling thought about it for a while, and then said, "I can invest for you."

"Painting...it seems that I really like it." Fang Yimin smiled and put the brush aside, then shook his head and said with a very clear understanding, "But I don't seem to have the passion and motivation to create. My achievements can only stop. At the time of winning the award, it should be impossible to create miracles."

"But I think you have great potential. Didn't you say that painting and..." Wen Qiling paused for a moment, and continued, "with me?"

Fang Yimin almost fell off the chair, but he didn't expect that this guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes looked honest and honest in front of him, with a serious face, but in fact he was thinking about brainwashing himself all day long.

Such shameless words can be said out loud.

Fortunately, my IQ is always online, and I am always vigilant.Otherwise, you will fall into the opponent's trap without knowing it.

"I might have been out of my mind before." Fang Yimin stood up and took off the colorful smock that was dyed on her body, and said with a smile, "Actually, I like desserts more than painting."

Wen Qiling was very surprised. After thinking about it carefully, Mr. Xiao really seemed to like eating desserts when he was in love, but he almost never ate them after marriage.

Even for afternoon tea for myself, the baked cookies and cakes are mostly low sugar.

Wen Qiling likes to drink tea. There is a cabinet of famous teas at home, but she doesn't like sweets.Therefore, no matter how expensive the tea is, as long as the taste is sweet, it will not be included in the cupboard.

It felt like a ball of cotton stuffed in my heart, soft but swollen.For the first time, Mr. Wen really realized that he seemed to have neglected Mr. Xiao too much.

Wen Qiling came back early, and there was still time for dinner.Fang Yimin stayed in the studio drawing in the afternoon, sweating all over, so he ran to take a shower first.

Going downstairs to the living room, I saw Wen Qiling's assistant Liu Sina reporting work.Wen Qiling sat on the sofa, and Liu Sina stood aside, holding a few documents in her hands.

Liu Sina noticed her, nodded and smiled at herself.I don't know if it was an illusion, but Fang Yimin felt that there was a bit of contempt in the other party's smile.

Xiaomi... yes, isn't this Xiaomi!

Because of amnesia, Fang Yimin didn't have much impression of Liu Sina. He grabbed Uncle Zhao who was busy ordering people to set the dinner plate, and asked, "Who is that girl?"

The servants didn't know about Fang Yimin's amnesia, and Uncle Zhao just thought that Mr. Xiao was injured, so he was in a bad mood recently and was a little sensitive.

Uncle Zhao didn't seem too surprised, and made Liu Sina's identity clear in a few words.

The corner of Fang Yimin's mouth raised a smile, asking Uncle Zhao to add another pair of bowls and chopsticks.

How could he miss such an exciting Shura field, he must keep his assistant here for dinner.

[The author has something to say: Mr. Xiao is going to show the aura of the palace and the beauty of the empress Daji~]