The opening of Shenhao angrily angered his ex-girlfriend

Chapter 230
"it is good!"

Xu Feiman thought of the pot of soup, and couldn't help drooling again.

Coincidentally, she also feels a little hungry now, and the amount of exercise today is really a bit heavy, so she needs to replenish her body.

Ye Cheng got up and got out of bed, "What am I wearing?"

"I bought pajamas for you!" Xu Feiman pointed to the closet beside her, and said, "It's in there, and my pajamas are there, take them for me too!"

Ye Cheng opened the closet, rummaged through it, and found two sets of clothes.

"this?"

He looked up at the two Pikachus, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help twitching.

"Yeah! The nightdress is mine, and the nightgown is yours!" Xu Feiman smiled, this is her carefully selected couple's style.

Ye Cheng pouted, but didn't say anything, he threw the nightgown on Xu Feiman's body, and then began to put on his nightgown.

The nightgown was easy to wear, and he put it on after a few strokes, and Xu Feiman shouted again: "You help me put it on! I'm bored!"

She rolled on the bed, expressing that she was feeling exhausted now.

Ye Cheng stepped forward, hugged her up, and sat on the bed. With a sweet smile on her face, Xu Feiman leaned on Ye Cheng's body as if she had no bones, and let him play with her.

Ye Cheng is not interested in doing any bad things now, so he picked up her nightgown and said, "Hands up."

Xu Feiman obediently raised her two flawless jade arms so that Ye Chenglai could help her put them on.

Soon, Pikachu's nightdress was put on her body, and the two orange circles on Pikachu's face were just supported by her chest, and she was not wearing underwear now, and the marks on it were even more obvious.

Xu Feiman leaned on Ye Cheng, looked at him, looked at herself, and said with a smile: "Look! Does it look like a couple outfit?"

"Like, well, I'm going to get you some soup."

"Hug me! Go to the dining table to eat!" She stretched out both hands, looked at Ye Cheng with bright eyes, and smiled.

Ye Cheng didn't talk nonsense to her, he directly picked her up by the waist, and walked out of the bedroom.

Xu Feiman lay happily in his arms, pinching his strong arms from time to time, the muscles on the top felt very good.

The power of this man is really too strong.

I heard that some men have too weak arms to hold her like a princess, but this man is so relaxed that he can even do that kind of thing with her in his arms.

The more she thought about it, the more she recalled the events of those few hours just now.

I don't know how many years I haven't done this kind of thing. In the past, she never felt any greed for this kind of thing. It was just a task between a husband and wife. But from Ye Cheng, she enjoyed a lot. Big joy.

"What are you thinking about?"

Ye Cheng's voice suddenly sounded, bringing Xu Feiman back to her senses.

She blushed and said, "I was wondering, did Mi Mi feel very comfortable when she was with you?"

Ye Cheng was speechless, what kind of question is this asking?

He directly put her on the chair by the dining table, and said angrily: "Why ask such a question, you can ask Liu Mi yourself."

"You really want me to ask her?" Xu Feiman blinked and asked with a smile.

Ye Cheng realized that if she really asked, wouldn't that be the same as revealing her secrets?

He said helplessly: "Okay, don't make trouble, I'll get you soup."

The corner of Xu Feiman's mouth curled up.

Trick or treat?

Before going to bed at night, she must have a good pounding.

Soon, Ye Cheng poured two bowls of soup and came to the table.

The pork rib soup is very fragrant and nourishing.

Smelling the wafting smell, Xu Feiman drooled, and once again signaled that she was weak, "You feed me!"

"You woman, do you treat me like a servant?"

"Hmph, you took someone's body just now, can't you treat him well? Besides, how can a servant serve the mistress like this?"

"Okay, okay." Ye Cheng had no choice but to pick up the soup, and began to feed Xu Feiman mouthful.

In fact, every time he asks for a woman's body, he will be extra gentle and enjoy the feeling of serving his own woman.

This is probably true for every man.

Of course, the premise is that it is not squeezed dry.

Although Ye Cheng felt that his body could still hold on, he always did this, fearing that he would be overloaded sooner or later, and he was about to go home to give his dick a holiday.

After feeding Xu Feiman the soup, Ye Cheng also finished his own bowl.

"Brush your teeth and go to bed. You have to go to school at eight tomorrow morning."

"En." Xu Feiman nodded slightly.

Ye Cheng picked her up again, returned to the bedroom, and began to wash.

After washing, Xu Feiman suddenly remembered something and said, "By the way, take me to the study again."

"What's wrong?" Ye Cheng wondered.

A smile appeared on Xu Feiman's face: "Did you forget that I said I would give you a gift?"

Ye Cheng was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered that Xu Feiman said in the afternoon that if he cooks her a meal, she will give him a reward.

He couldn't help but wonder, what reward will this woman give him?
"What is it?"

"You'll know it after you've seen it!" Xu Feiman continued to play tricks.

Ye Cheng stopped talking nonsense, picked her up again, and walked towards the study.

As soon as he turned on the light and looked at the layout inside, Ye Cheng was taken aback for a moment.

All kinds of calligraphy and paintings are hung on the surrounding walls, and the setting in the room is also black and white, full of antique feeling.

He looked at the inscriptions on the calligraphy and paintings, and couldn't help saying: "You wrote these?"

"Of course, don't forget, I'm a teacher in the Chinese Department, so I must have written it myself!" Xu Feiman smiled, "I won the championship of the National Calligraphy Competition for Elementary and Middle School Students when I was in elementary school."

Ye Cheng raised his eyebrows, "Then you are pretty good."

"Of course." Xu Feiman raised her chin, looking arrogant.

She is really proud of her calligraphy.

"Then where is my reward?"

"there."

Leaning in Ye Cheng's arms, Xu Feiman pointed to the table, "The one rolled up."

"Oh, so you gave me a painting and calligraphy?"

The corner of Ye Cheng's mouth curled up, he walked up quickly, and put Xu Feiman on the chair next to him.

Then he picked up the calligraphy and painting, put it on the table, and spread it out.

Fourteen characters, one line of poetry.

[May I be like a star king like a moon, with a bright and clean night and night stream. 】

The square and upright block letters, each word is very powerful, showing what kind of emotion Xu Feiman was in when she wrote these words.

Xu Feiman supported the chair with both hands, and with a lot of effort, she stood up. With her weak legs, she threw herself on Ye Cheng.

Ye Cheng quickly helped her up and let her lean on him.

"What are you doing if you can't stand still?"

Xu Feiman smiled at him, looked at the picture she wrote, and asked, "Do you like it?"

A smile appeared on Ye Cheng's face: "I like it."

He suddenly felt a little emotional in his heart, he had to write to Yan Yuening every day, and now, another woman also wrote to him.

"How much do you like it?"

"Like is just like, what else is there?" Ye Chengbai glanced at her.

"Hey~" Xu Feiman smiled, "My husband...my former husband, I never wrote to him. You are the first man to get my work."

"Oh? Then shouldn't I be proud?"

"Hmph! Of course! My calligraphy is worth 1 yuan per square foot!"

"Your handwriting is still worth the price? Doesn't that mean that many men have your handwriting? You still say that I am the first?"

"Oh! Among the calligraphy and paintings I sent out, you are the first man, idiot!"

"What about your dad? Didn't you send it?"

"Uh..." Xu Feiman's words froze, and finally said angrily: "Oh, I gave my dad a letter, isn't that normal? Could it be that you are still jealous of my dad?"

Ye Cheng curled his lips: "How is it possible."

Xu Feiman's eyebrows were bent: "Hey! You admit it, you are jealous!"

Ye Cheng was stunned, and then slapped her on the buttocks again, "What's wrong with me being jealous? I like you, but I can't be jealous?"

Hearing Ye Cheng's sudden "I like you", Xu Feiman didn't react at first, but after she did, a look of disbelief appeared on her face. She grabbed Ye Cheng's shoulder and stared straight at the ground. Looking into his eyes, he said, "You said...you like me?"

"Is there any problem? I always treat you like this. If you don't say that, you will be a scumbag."

After getting confirmation from Ye Cheng, Xu Feiman felt great joy in her heart. She suddenly hugged Ye Cheng's head, and then kissed him on the mouth.

After a while, she left and looked at Ye Cheng happily.

Ye Cheng had a helpless expression on his face: "Naughty."

"Hey~" Xu Feiman smiled and asked, "You like my calligraphy, so would you like me to write more pictures for you? Then frame them for you."

Ye Cheng waved his hand: "No need."

"Why? Don't you like it?"

"I'll write for you instead." Ye Cheng said, "Where are the pen, paper, and ink?"

"Can you write brush characters?" Xu Feiman was stunned and asked.

"I can write."

"real or fake?"

"You still don't believe it?" Ye Cheng raised his eyebrows and looked at her.

"Letter! Letter!" Xu Feiman laughed. In any case, Ye Cheng was willing to write a word for her. Not bad.

Then, Xu Feiman pointed to Ye Cheng where the paper, pen and ink were.

The best rice paper, the best rabbit hair brush, according to Xu Feiman, this pen is worth nearly [-] yuan, in addition to that, there are also tens of thousands of bottles of ink.

Xu Feiman stood aside, supported the table, and looked at Ye Cheng.

His movements of picking and dipping ink are very professional and standard, and it looks like he has been practicing calligraphy all year round.

Xu Feiman's eyes lit up: "You really know how to write calligraphy?"

"You'll know if you read it." Ye Cheng didn't lift his head, he gently wiped away the remaining ink on the brush, then started to write, and put it on the paper.

He closed his eyes, thought briefly, and then wrote and splashed ink.

As his first word formed, Xu Feiman couldn't move her eyes away.

His first character, she knew it was running script at a glance.

And no matter in terms of structure or strokes, she couldn't find any faults in the word "he".

Even, she felt that she already had the feeling of a master, perhaps not much better than the master who taught her to write and who claimed to be the first calligraphy master in China.

In fact, if she went back to ancient times, had a good look at the writing of Wang Xizhi, Yan Zhenqing and others, and then compared it with Ye Cheng, she would find that Ye Cheng's writing was not bad at all.

Master-level calligraphy is proficient, so that his characters are completely comparable to all calligraphy masters from ancient times to the present.

However, although Xu Feiman didn't know these things, she obviously didn't pay attention to those things at this moment, because all she had left in her heart was surprise.

Ye Cheng's handwriting is actually so beautiful?

Then, the second character, the third character...appeared in sequence, and the structure of each character was so perfect that Xu Feiman felt admiration in her heart. Moreover, the arrangement of the positions between the characters was also incomparably neat and regular. , Between the strokes, it seems to be unintentionally swayed, but the ink dots between the strokes and the strokes are full of regularity and harmony.

Finally, with the same fourteen characters, it was completed.

[Yun Xiang clothes flowers Xiangrong, spring breeze blowing Revlon. 】

The words Xu Feiman wrote to Ye Cheng expressed the emotion of following him, while the words he wrote to Xu Feiman described her.

Xu Feiman looked at this poem, and her face suddenly showed incomparable joy.

First of all, it is because the words are beautiful.

I am afraid that if you show such beautiful calligraphy to her father, who has always had a high eye for calligraphy and painting, they will immediately like it, right?

Besides the words, she was secretly delighted because of the meaning of this poem.

This poem was originally an ancient quatrain written by Li Bai describing Concubine Yang Gui, but now it is used by Ye Cheng to describe her. Does it mean that in her heart, she is as beautiful as this poem describes?
She looked at Ye Cheng affectionately, as if she wanted to read his thoughts.

Ye Cheng put down the brush, picked up the paper, and gently blew on the ink on it to let the ink dry earlier, then he looked at Xu Feiman next to him, and asked, "How is it?"

Xu Feiman nodded, and said happily: "The writing is very good, I like it very much."

She reached out, took the rice paper, and looked at it carefully, "Next time I go home, I will definitely show this painting to my dad, and he will definitely be full of praise."

Ye Cheng raised his eyebrows: "What if your dad asks who wrote this?"

"I'll just say you wrote it." Xu Feiman smiled, "By the way, you haven't signed yet."

Ye Cheng waved his hand: "No need, let others see it then."

Especially avoid letting Liu Mi see it.

But he didn't expect that Xu Feiman became anxious immediately.

She shook Ye Cheng's arm, and shouted pleadingly: "Oh! Yes! Otherwise, how can I prove that you left it for me!"

Seeing her expectant eyes, Ye Cheng hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.

After re-signing on the paper, Xu Feiman looked at the word "Ye Cheng" written in that stroke, and her eyes were even more joyful.

"Okay, are you satisfied now?"

"Yeah!" Xu Feiman nodded happily: "I'll frame it later and hang it up!"

"Don't let others see it." Ye Cheng reminded.

[There is another chapter in the afternoon]

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