Sir, I will not marry!

Chapter 485 Tasteless Pickled Radish

"When I was in Country Z, I met a friend and accidentally ate the pickled radish she made." Rong Chen said suddenly.

Rong Chen never spoke much in the manor, even if he was dissatisfied with something, he would not criticize him.

It was rare that he actually talked about his own affairs, Feller immediately felt flattered, and quickly pricked up his ears to listen carefully.

While talking, Rong Chen slowly stopped his movements. He looked up at the burning candles on the long table. There seemed to be some kind of nostalgia on that slightly pale handsome face.

"Actually, what she cooks is probably not as good as the chefs in the manor, but..."

Rong Chen stopped talking.

"Meow."

Pudding, who had finished eating the cat food, let out a cry, and jumped onto Rong Chen's lap again.

Pudding licked his face, rolled into a ball on Rong Chen's leg, and rubbed his head against Rong Chen affectionately.

Rong Chen put down the tableware in his hand, moved his thin lips slightly, and raised his hand to rub its head.

Two hours later, Rong Yue arrived at the Rong's Manor in a hurry.She drove all the way into Rong Chen's bedroom like a tank, and when the door was closed, she slammed all the servants out of the door.

"Brother!" Rong Yue yelled stickily, then threw the bag in her hand aside, and went towards Rong Chen who was sitting on the sofa.

She kicked off the high heels on her feet, huddled beside Rong Chen like a pudding, and stretched out her claws to hook Rong Chen's neck.

"Brother, I'm back!" Rong Yue hugged Rong Chen contentedly, and announced loudly.

Rong Chen put down a book in his hand, "After a year, why are you getting more and more children?"

Although he said so, there was no trace of blame in his eyes.

Rong Chen raised his hand to pinch Rong Yue's slender fingers, glanced at the black stockings under her skirt, raised his hand to take the remote control, and raised the temperature in the room, saying: "It's so cold, so wear so little, when the time comes If you catch a cold, don’t cry and regret.”

Rong Yue giggled, she brushed her long hair behind her ears, let go of Rong Chen, and leaned on the sofa without any image.

"Recently, I'm exhausted. The magazine is going to revise, and AMINO is also recruiting people. Didn't I just come back from a fashion show for a brand in Manhattan? Brother, I finally know how hard you have worked, making money is so tiring ah!"

Rong Chen said: "I work so hard to make money, isn't it just for you to spend? I know you like fashion design, but don't be too tired. If you don't have enough money, just ask me to get it."

Rong Yue's heart softened when she heard it, and she was about to stick to her elder brother again, when she caught a glimpse of something on the opposite wall from the corner of her eye, she couldn't help being stunned.

"Brother, isn't this—" Rong Yue said in surprise.

Rong Chen hummed, "The painting is not bad, so I framed it."

What hangs on the wall is nothing but the sketch portrait that Rong Chen asked Jiang Xiaonuan to draw!
Rong Yue was shocked!
She has been to art exhibitions and knows many well-known painters. She naturally knows that this so-called good sketch by Rong Chen is at most eighty percent level, which is far from a real master!

"Brother, are you really an idiot when you treat me as your sister? You specially shipped this sketch back from country Z, and framed it in a photo frame worth tens of thousands of dollars, just because you think it is good? All painters are better than this one!"

The surprise in Rong Yue's eyes was gradually replaced by joy. Her eyes flashed, and she suddenly thought of something. She jumped off the sofa in a flash, ran to the door barefoot, picked up the bag she dropped on the ground, and found out her own bag. cell phone.

(End of this chapter)