Ex-wife strategy: Mr. Fu wants to spoil me

Chapter 76 Fu Yancheng Smoking

The room became very quiet.

Fu Yancheng paused for a moment with the hand pressing his temple, and looked up at her.

After Sheng Mian finished speaking, she seemed to feel that the lonely man and the widow were living together in the same room, which made people fanciful, so she smiled, "I'll just talk about it casually."

Fu Yancheng looked at her, and really wanted to know if she was so active with other men outside the house, did the man at home know about it.

Lowering his gaze, his tone became even more impolite.

"go out."

Sheng Mian only thought that he didn't like contact with the opposite sex, and wanted to guard his body like a jade for the Xiao family.

"I don't mean anything else, Mr. Fu, then you have a good rest."

She really didn't mean anything else, but seeing her client drunk, she couldn't help but want to help and gain favorability points.

Fu Yancheng has not responded until now, nor has he made any suggestions related to the sketch plan.

Although she has always been very confident in her work, this person didn't say a word, which made her a little bit uncertain.

Sheng Mian returned to the room, changed her clothes, put the shirt stained with paint in the basin, rubbed it a few times, and washed it twice with clean water to make sure that the stains were gone, then hung it by the window to dry.

After finishing all this, she went to the place just now to wash the brushes and paint trays again, and re-colored.

Then go back to the white wall and continue painting the rest.

Once something like inspiration comes, she has to grab it quickly, otherwise she can't guarantee whether she will suddenly lose her touch when she wakes up after a night's sleep.

Sheng Mian draws very carefully, the night light is on the right side, attracting a few moths, everything else seems quiet.

At three o'clock in the morning, she was so sleepy that she rubbed her eyes, planning to wash her face to wake up.

When I walked through the round arch near the washstand, I saw a slender and tall figure leaning on the railing against the pillar on the Chinese-style corridor in the yard from a distance, probably unable to sleep, with a cigarette between his fingers.

The man's expression was full of laziness and undisciplined, but he carried a daunting sense of distance.

She didn't remember if she had seen him smoking a cigarette, but she felt that this scene, coupled with the surrounding pavilions, the moon was in the sky, and the corridor was as clear as water, was so beautiful that she couldn't bear to break it.

Fu Yancheng flicked the soot on his fingertips, and casually looked at the rockery in the courtyard.

I have been very self-disciplined all these years, and I have insomnia tonight.

Hearing the footsteps on the other side of the arch, I couldn't help but look over, only to see a figure disappearing around the corner.

Fu Yancheng raised his eyebrows lightly, extinguished the smoke at his fingertips, and walked over.

Sheng Mian has already returned to the white wall, turning on the faucet will inevitably cause movement, even the slightest sound may disturb that person, and she originally only hoped that the cold water would wake her up quickly, but now the turbulent drowsiness seemed to fade away in an instant.

She smiled and drew faster.

In another half an hour, she had just put the brush head back into the paint tray when she heard a voice coming from her ear.

"Did they invite you?"

Sheng Mian was caught off guard. After her heart beat wildly, she turned her head and saw Fu Yancheng who was less than one meter away.

"Boss Fu, do you know that this will scare people to death?"

Probably because of smoking, there was a very faint smell of smoke on his body, mixed with the smell of pines and cypresses, and it was a bit chilly at night.

As the wind blows, it seems to be attached to the skin and cannot be wiped off.

Fu Yancheng did not approach, but looked at the painting on the white wall, with a flash of admiration in his eyes.

I haven't seen her draw before, only seen the things she designed, I didn't expect her to have such a skill.

The man raised his eyebrows, "You draw so well, why don't you continue to draw after graduation."

Sheng Mian lowered her head slightly, and paused while mixing the paint, "Didn't Mr. Fu hear it with his own ears last time?"

"Just because of that?"

Just because of that?
These words were light and fluffy, like a soft needle piercing into her heart, it didn't hurt but it couldn't be ignored.

This person has been a proud son of heaven since he was born, unattainable, of course he doesn't know how terrible it is for an ordinary person to be slandered, abused, and stared at by everyone around him.

"Well, because of that."

She turned her back and continued with what she was doing, with a hint of anger in her tone.

Fu Yancheng was standing behind her, and his eyes could not help but fall on her waist.

(End of this chapter)