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

Chapter 828 Didn't See He Was Angry at All
The more Fu Chong thought about it, the more angry he became, and he even wanted to tell this person to go straight away, he just wanted to stay here to eat.

But in the deepest part of his heart, he hoped that the two would reconcile.

Although he promised Sheng Mian not to match them up in the future, Fu Yancheng is his grandson after all, and he certainly hopes that his grandson gets the best.

So with a sarcasm, he pointed upstairs.

"The old man of the Xie family asked me to paint a landscape painting for him. Mianmian, Yancheng, you go and paint. The food is estimated to be ready in two hours. If you work together, the painting will definitely be faster."

Sheng Mian is Zhang Rong's closed disciple, and Zhang Rong is best at traditional Chinese painting.

It's not that she has never painted with Fu Yancheng. When she was in You County a long time ago, she found that Fu Yancheng's painting is very good, and it is highly consistent with her understanding.

If the old man is like this, he probably wants to match them up.

In front of him, she couldn't refuse, so she nodded.

Fu Chong waved his hand, "Yancheng knows the location of my study, I put all the things I need there, you can start right away, and I'll send someone to collect the drawing when it's done."

Fu Yancheng lived up to the old man's wishes and immediately stood up.

Sheng Mian had no choice but to follow her upstairs.

She had been to the old man's study room. It was in a well-behaved style, and almost the entire wall was covered with books.

The table in the middle is very big, and the drawing paper has already been spread on it, and the signature has also been written. This is indeed a gift for Mr. Xie's family.

Sheng Mian started to observe the paints that need to be used. This time, he was going to paint traditional Chinese paintings, and the paints were almost all cool colors.

There is still a row of brushes hanging on the pen holder next to it, and everything is indeed ready.

But she didn't know what to draw yet, so she couldn't help but glance at Fu Yancheng, and found that Fu Yancheng happened to be looking at her too.

The environment around the two of them is antique, and their eyes can be separated at the touch of a touch.

She asked, "Draw what?"

Because he was pulled over temporarily, he didn't have any thoughts in his mind.

"Just draw the one you painted in You County."

Sheng Mian was a little surprised, he didn't expect him to say this point, the painting was made by two people at that time, so they both knew what they should do.

And there is no need to rack your brains to think about what to draw.

"it is good."

She poured out the water on the side and began to mix the paint.

Fu Yancheng couldn't help but began to make friends, "I went back to You County this time, and I took another look at the painting, it's pretty good."

"Ah."

"You spilled paint on me that night."

"sorry."

No matter how he talks about the topic, Sheng Mian always looks neither salty nor bland.

Fu Yancheng was so angry that his head was a little dazed, but he suppressed his temper.

Next, he raised several topics one after another, Sheng Mian didn't answer, but drew seriously, it seemed that he was talking to himself, very boring.

He threw away the paintbrush in his hand, and said in a cold tone, "I won't draw anymore."

Sheng Mian thought that he really didn't want to paint anymore, so he didn't raise his head, "Then just take a rest and I'll finish it."

It didn't look like he was angry at all.

Fu Yancheng stood, his eyes fell on the back of her head.

She bent over and drew quietly, not caring what he was doing at all.

He was so bored, he walked to a chair beside him and sat down, drank two cups of cold tea one after another, feeling that his anger was still rising to his head.

While Sheng Mian was still embellishing the scenery, suddenly a pair of hands wrapped around her waist.

"Mianmian."

He shouted, finally showing weakness.

"I was wrong. The next time I do something, I must investigate first."

Her hands were tightly wrapped around her waist, and her voice was hoarse.

"I was wrong, can you stop doing this to me?"

(End of this chapter)