love you like jewels

Chapter 882 The Last Chance
"Oh, yes!" Wen Niannian quickly took out the drawing tool, "I can draw it for you right now."

Seeing that he had no objection, Wen Niannian quickly spread out the white paper and put it on the coffee table.She picked up the pencil, her eyes sparkled: "What is your topic?"

"You treat me as your customer, you design a piece of jewelry for me, the theme is not limited."

The seemingly simple topic is actually very difficult to control. After all, Mr. Mu's personality is notoriously unpredictable. Who knows what kind of jewelry he likes?
If the jewelry she designs doesn't meet his aesthetics, then no matter how beautifully she designs it, it's useless!
But Wen Niannian has no choice, no matter how difficult it is, she will face it!

This is her and Xiangjun's last chance!
After making up her mind, Wen Niannian immediately went to work. She looked Mu Henian up and down twice, and finally her eyes fell on his hands.

His hands are beautiful, and if he wears jewelry, it will be even more amazing!

It's a pity that he already has a wedding ring on his hand. If he wears another ring, he will be suspected of showing off his wealth, which is not in line with his personal temperament.

She moved her gaze further up, and saw that he was wearing a bunch of Bodhi seeds on his wrist, judging from the color of the pulp, the quality was not bad.

But, why does this bunch of bodhi seeds look more and more familiar?
As if she had seen it somewhere before...

Seeing her staring at the bodhi seed on his wrist, Mu Henian stretched out his hand to fiddle with the bodhi seed, and asked seemingly unintentionally: "You like it very much?"

"No, no, I just think it looks... well, a little bit familiar," Wen Niannian laughed, "Maybe I misread it."

Unexpectedly, Mu Henian took off the bodhizi from his wrist without saying a word, and put it in front of Wen Niannian.

"Look carefully, maybe you can think of something."

Wen Niannian didn't understand what he meant, but she subconsciously obeyed his words, reached out to pick up the bodhi child, and looked at it carefully.

It does look familiar, but I just can't remember where I've seen it.

Some sporadic fragments flashed through her mind, and she wanted to see those pictures clearly, but unfortunately they flashed too fast and couldn't see clearly.

Seeing her frowning and saying nothing, Mu Henian said slowly, "Do you really not remember anything?"

Wen Niannian was stunned: "How do you know that I have forgotten many things? Did we know each other before?"

Mu Henian didn't answer.

He stretched out his right hand: "Give it to me."

Wen Niannian was stunned for a moment before realizing that he was talking about the bodhi seed, and quickly returned the bodhi seed to him.

Mu Henian put the bodhi seed back on his wrist, with a cold expression: "Draw it, I'll take care of something."

After speaking, he stood up and left the garden.

Seeing his slender back disappearing into the depths of the corridor, Wen Niannian felt a little inexplicably lost.

Things mattered, and she quickly recovered from her disappointment, picked up a pencil, and began to draw design sketches.

At this time, on the balcony on the third floor, Mu Henian was standing tall.

He lowered his head slightly, his eyes passed through the sunlight and fell on the slender figure in the garden.

She was lying on the coffee table, drawing lines little by little with a pencil in her hand.

The distance was too far, and he couldn't see what she was drawing clearly, but this did not prevent him from admiring her appearance when she was working seriously.

Mu Henian watched for a long time, until Mr. Horn knocked on the door, reminding him that it was time for lunch.

Mu Henian just retracted his gaze for an indeterminate amount of time, and asked softly, "Is there any fresh fish today?"

"Yes, sir, do you want to eat fish?"

"No, I want to cook a fish soup."

(End of this chapter)