Sir, I will not marry!

Chapter 285 Draw Me a Portrait

His gaze calmly swept over her fair white wrists exposed in the air, over her slender and tall figure, and finally fell on her sleepy and somewhat startled face.

Rong Chen suddenly thought of what Shen Lingye said last night: a cat was lost.

The girl in front of her was very much like a tired kitten just waking up, making one feel...as if she had been scratched by a cat's paw.

"You—you—you, why are you here?!"

Rong Chen looked at the bright red half-open mouth, couldn't help pursing the corners of his lips, and said, "This is my home."

Jiang Xiaonuan was stunned for three seconds, staring at the person in front of him like a goose, feeling that there were a hundred goose swaying past on his head, and yelled in unison—Gah!

"This is your home?!"

Rong Chen withdrew his gaze, put a soaked sweet jujube into his mouth with the chopsticks in his hand, and said casually: "Miss Jiang, the clothes have been delivered to your room, you can change your clothes first, and then come to eat .”

It was only then that Jiang Xiaonuan realized that her clothes were disheveled. She looked down, exclaimed, and retreated into her bedroom in a fuss.

When Jiang Xiaonuan was fully dressed, washed and came to the table, she still didn't recover.

"Well, Master Rong, why did you bring me to live with you?" Jiang Xiaonuan asked cautiously.

Rong Chen said: "Have you forgotten? Last night, you agreed to me in exchange for sending your father to the hospital."

"Eh? Yeah!"

"Now that your father is out of danger, you can naturally fulfill your promise."

"You want me to live in your house?" Jiang Xiaonuan asked suspiciously.

"Draw a portrait for me." Rong Chen said.

Jiang Xiaonuan: "..."

Rong Chen said: "I was in the cafe and saw the picture you drew on a tissue. It's very good, so I hope, Miss Jiang, you can draw one for me too."

"Hehehe, then what, Young Master Rong, I was just painting for fun, I was studying design, so I don't know much about painting."

Rong Chen said: "Miss Jiang means that you can't do what you promised me now?"

The smile on Jiang Xiaonuan's face froze, and he stopped talking.

Rong Chen put down the wooden chopsticks in his hand, and said: "Miss Jiang just paints, it doesn't matter if it's good or bad. When the painting is finished, when your father recovers, the deal between us will be over."

Jiang Xiaonuan said: "Then can my father and I leave?"

Rong Chen nodded, "Of course, I have no reason to keep you."

Jiang Xiaonuan paused, and finally nodded, "Then let me try. I don't know oil painting or watercolor, so I can only draw the simplest charcoal sketch for you."

"it is good."

"Well, can I ask you a question?" Jiang Xiaonuan said, "You are so rich, it's not difficult to hire a painter. The so-called conditions you put forward are just random words, right?"

"Yes." Rong Chen generously admitted.

Jiang Xiaonuan, "..."

"Besides this, what else can you give me in return? Money? As you said, I am not short of money. Even if I want money, your father's various expenses from last night's operation to now in the ICU have exceeded three months." Wan, do you have money?"

Jiang Xiaonuan lowered her head, feeling a little embarrassed, but no matter how embarrassing, what others said was true, and she couldn't jump up and get angry, "Then, why did you help me?"

Rong Chen narrowed his eyes, smiled lightly, and said casually, "It's destined."

(End of this chapter)