Qing Xin

Although Xiang He couldn't figure out why Qing Le appeared by his side by such a coincidence, he didn't think too much about it because Qing Le was afraid that he would be burdened by his thoughts, so she tried to persuade him not to think too much, not to think too much. You don't need to bear the grandson's own faults.I've seen this kind of shameless things a lot. If you attribute it all to yourself, are there so many people in the world all your fault?cant!He's just a piece of mouse shit, don't spoil your good mood.In the future, if anyone bullies you and tells me, you must get your money back with interest!You are too soft-tempered, what would you do without my support.Thanks to me today, otherwise you would be really cool.

(Dare to bully my daughter-in-law, die! I can only bully!)

Xiang He, who was very grateful for Qing Le's help in his heart, pulled Qing Le out of the pile of rich second-generation dudes from his heart

The painting material store soon arrived, and the owner was a smiling middle-aged man.When you enter, you will be greeted with the sense of silence of the times. The old house is not big, but it is full of various painting tools, paints, brushes, etc.

Qing Le also smelled a demon.interesting.

"Boss Yang, do you still have the easel? It's the nanmu one I bought last time. I remember you said you bought two."

"Well, there is still that one. Why did it break down so quickly? No way, the nanmu wood is very hard."

"Well, it's a little accident, I need to buy another one." You turned around and glanced at Qing Le with a smile.

"Wait a minute, I'll go to the warehouse."

Waiting for the boss to go to the empty space in the warehouse, Qing Le looked around carefully for a week or two, and confirmed that "Boss Yang" is a monster, or a woody plant. Plant fairies are generally kind, and they are very weak existences in the demon world. Although not strong, it hides itself better in the human world and blends in perfectly.

He needs to check whether Boss Yang is harmful to others. The first priority now is Xiang He's safety. Anyone who has the courage to harass him must be prepared to be killed.

"Xiang He, do you come to this store often?" Qing Le touched the brush and asked.

"Well, I heard about this store when I first entered school, and I have been coming here since then. Although it is a bit old, the quality is high. Especially the brushes and easels are very easy to use. Don't you think, That time you borrowed my pen and said it was easy to use and then you didn’t return it.” I laughed when I remembered that someone was so rogue and refused to return the brush.

(That's because it's your pen, so I don't want to return it to you.) Thinking about it, he wouldn't say that now.

"Ah, that pen is really easy to use. I just want to draw a new picture in two days. How about I want you to be a model?"

"Me? There are quite a few part-time models in our school, why don't you find them for me? Do you want a man or a woman?" Xiang He thought that he just wanted to find a model, and actively offered advice.

"No, you can. It's more convenient that we are all classmates, and we are so familiar, right?" When Qing Le heard that Xiang He was going to find someone for him, she wished she could show her heart immediately and tie her back home. "Besides, don't you have some free time for a while, and just do me a favor, don't you? It's such a happy decision."

"But you just don't regret it when the time comes, I'm definitely not as good as a model."

"You can do it."

When the owner of the painting materials took the easel back, he was watching the two laughing and chatting.

Qing Le took the initiative to walk up to the boss, picked up the easel and paid for it, staring at the boss and showing her snake eyes...

Boss Yang, he was originally a poplar tree spirit. In order to survive, he had to open this painting material shop within the scope of his ability. After all, there are still many places where wood is used. Plants and trees are strange. Wood is life, and the products produced are also of high quality. excellent.This has also attracted many painters, painters, teachers, and students who pay attention to quality to come to buy things from his house.

The boss saw Qing Le's monster eyes frightened out of his wits, and quickly whispered that he was just trying to save his life. He had never been a monster or harmed anyone. I beg this big monster not to eat me. The grass and trees are not delicious!

Qing Le, who whispered BB, was just to scare her, and didn't want to do anything to the boss. She smiled and said, "Boss, this easel is really good, and the quality is really good. Thank you. I will continue to patronize and promote it to you in the future."

Seeing that Qing Le paid the money, Xiang He wanted to return the money after leaving the store, but after several pushes, Qing Le refused to accept it, so he gave up.

Although it's not winter yet, the wind outside is changing from time to time, and when they come out, there are already small cool breezes blowing.

As a big demon, Qing Le had already asked for hibernation, but the instinct in his bones made him shrink his neck and tremble.

Xiang He saw that he was not in a particularly good condition, and he was particularly afraid of the cold, so he reached out to touch Qing Le's forehead and said, "Don't be afraid of a cold, it's not easy to catch a cold at this time, I didn't notice it just now, why are you wearing so little clothes?" Just wearing a sweater? I remember you lived off-campus, so go back quickly."

Snakes are cold-blooded animals, unable to regulate their own body temperature, but Qing Le is a monster, so she will definitely not get sick. She only wears a sweater so that she can rush to Xiang He's side, grab a piece of clothing and leave.

Looking at Xiang He's worried little eyes, his brain was burned immediately, and there was no scum left.

Drama is online.

"Oh, it seems that you have a headache when you say this. You may have been too nervous just now, and you didn't feel it. Now it's gradually obvious. Come and touch my forehead to see if it's burning. I feel so cold."

"It's really burning, no. You need to rest well, I'll get the easel, let's take a taxi back." He snatched the easel, grabbed Qing Le with one hand and dragged Qing Le away with the other.

【Qingle's house】

In order to achieve the best effect in the performance, the actor used some mana to keep his body warm as if he had a real fever.

Xiang He didn't know that he was being led by the nose, and his mind was full of Qing Le's cold and fever because of him, and his heart was a little tormented.

When entering the door, Qing Le acted like a fool, leaning against the wall so weak...Xiang He was just an ordinary boy, half carrying Qing Le, who was a head taller than him and who weighed a lot heavier than himself, walked into the bedroom The whole person and Qing Le fell on the bed.

The arm supports the bed, and the other half is lying on Qing Le's body.Suddenly at such a close distance, Xiang He felt as if his face was flushed, and he had the illusion that he also had a fever. He turned his head away from the opposite gaze and remembered that Qing Le needed to take medicine.

"Well, Qing Le, are you okay? I'm sorry, I... I'm not as strong as you, and I hit you. Do you have standing medicine here? I'll get it for you..."

The old playwright took the opportunity to hug Xiang He and was overjoyed. He held Xiang He's waist, seemingly helping him stabilize, but in fact he was just trying to take advantage of it.

"Don't be so anxious. I feel much better now. Pour some water for me." Asking my daughter-in-law to take care of me, it's not in vain, it's still so aboveboard, thinking of this, I'm acting weak again.

Xiang He didn't know why his heart was in turmoil. He found the medicine, boiled water, and ordered a porridge that was easy to digest. Qing Le prepared to wake up for a while to replenish his strength.

Yes, enjoying the service of "daughter-in-law", Qing Le pretended to fall asleep, but her ears kept listening to the movement in the room and Xiang He's heartbeat.

After seeing Qing Le "falling asleep", Xiang He didn't dare to leave immediately, fearing that his fever would not subside for a while and he would be unable to sleep even more uncomfortable at night. Thinking of what happened today, Xiang He felt even more guilty. It's really a pity to be sick, and there is nothing wrong with taking care of the sick, and, besides, Qing Le is also a good person, except that he is more pestering.

The old actor who fell asleep was very quiet, and he didn't deliberately say anything in his sleep, mainly because he was afraid of scaring his "wife".

And the "daughter-in-law" was looking at Qing Le in a daze, as if Qing Le was very good-looking and beautiful, why didn't he notice it before?Long eyelashes, slender eyes, and fair skin, Xiang He thought of Sleeping Beauty.Just looking at it makes me want to draw this beauty.

Fortunately, there are still materials for painting in the house. Xiang He tried Qing Le's forehead with his hands, and found that the fever had subsided and he was sleeping soundly. draw it.

How could the old playwright on the bed not know what Xiang He was doing?No matter how happy you are, you can't fall short, so you have to suffer slowly and enjoy all this...

【The next morning】

Xiang He was woken up by the alarm clock of his mobile phone. Before he opened his eyes, he subconsciously grabbed the phone with his hand, but touched a person's face...

The next moment Xiang He opened his eyes, he saw his hand touching Qing Le's left cheek. It seemed to feel quite good, warm and slippery.

Qing Le, who was awakened by "pinching", raised his left hand to hold Xiang He into his arms, and said with a smile, "Good morning, student Xiang, did you sleep well last night, thank you for taking care of me, I'm already well."

Xiang He, who reacted a little too late, looked at the person in front of him for a few seconds, and a voice in his heart said that Qing Le was really pretty.

His face turned red and he said hastily, "Yes, I'm sorry, I don't know, I don't know when I fell asleep, and... sleep on your bed..."

"It's okay, thank you for your care last night, I'm much better today, don't be embarrassed." She moved her face closer and said, "My bed is quite comfortable."

Xiang He, who has become a crayfish, doesn't know what to say. If there is heat, he can already steam steamed buns.