The exclusive rich family's shock marriage

Chapter 4
When cooking porridge, take out the design draft and compare the subtleties of the original version.

It was only when she was working that Ye Fusang would be full of energy and concentration, which was very different from her usual indifferent appearance.

The house with two bedrooms and one living room is fully utilized, the living room is a complete studio, the floor is full of colorful oil paints, the walls are covered with large areas of street graffiti, and half-finished and finished paintings are pasted all over the place, two long workbenches, high Jing and Ye Fusang each occupied one side, and three or four easels stood on the balcony, with unfinished paintings on them, oil painting boards and pens on the floor, and people who entered the room would know that this was an artist's residence. House of.

Fortunately, this house is Gao Jing's own. If she rented it, the landlord would probably be pissed off.

After eating a bowl of porridge, Ye Fusang continued to sit down and revise the design draft. When he was serious, he heard someone talking outside the door, and the door lock was turned. After a click, Gao Jing raised her foot and walked in: "Ah Sang, I'm back."

Ye Fusang was wearing a long-sleeved apron for painting, which just fit around her body so that her clothes would not get dirty. Looking back at her, she said, "You got off work so late today?"

Gao Jing scolded: "Our boss is a capitalist. I have been working for two years, and he still dares to bully me like a newcomer. If you don't pick on other people's faults, you will pick on me. The fluffy ones will die. You say that the tall people look like dogs. Yes, why don’t you do personnel work? I’m the only one in the company who stays there to work overtime, do you think I dug their family’s grave in my previous life?”

Ye Fusang laughed: "If you have the ability to tell your boss this, it's useless to tell me. Besides, you don't work overtime every day or two. Is it useful for you to complain?"

Gao Jing curled her lips: "I'm just too angry, and I occasionally make sarcastic remarks."

Gao Xiang also came with her, entered the door to change into slippers, and raised his hand to greet Ye Fusang with a smile: "Sister Ah Sang!"

Ye Fusang saw Gao Xiang put down his pen and came over: "A Xiang, why do you have time to come over today?"

Gao Jing pursed her lips while washing her hands: "He? You have time every day, and you come back just to play."

Gao Xiang chuckled, looked up at the room: "Sister, this house is really unique, it looks so special, I have to take a picture as a souvenir." He took out his mobile phone and pretended to take pictures of various places.

Ye Fusang saw that his camera turned to him again, and stretched out his hand to block it: "Don't take pictures of me, look at me like this, those who don't know think I'm picking up junk."

Gao Xiang quickly pressed the shutter with his eyes and hands, and said in a nonchalant manner: "How can it be, if I can see such a beautiful sister who picks up rags every day, I will join the army of scavenging rags."

Gao Jing despised: "You must be poor. By the way, Ah Sang, have you eaten yet? We brought back some cooked food."

Ye Fusang looked regretful: "I just finished eating, and I also ate a steamed bun. If I didn't say it earlier, I was at a loss."

Going into the kitchen to help Gao Jing put the cooked food on the plate, Gao Xiang extended his mobile phone to Ye Fusang's bedroom to take a sneak shot, Gao Jing squinted at him, "Hey, what are you doing, A Xiang?"

Gao Xiang was frightened by her, so he quickly "shushed" to her: "Old sister, you are my own sister, please don't tell sister Ah Sang."

Gao Jing squinted her eyes: "Take it seriously!"

Gao Xiang glanced at Ye Fusang who was scalding the plate with hot water, and lowered his voice: "I have a buddy who saw her once, and ended up following her like a demon. He is trying every means to chase after her."

Gao Jing's eyes lit up first, and then she shook her head: "Your brother? Are you young? Who is it? Do I know you?"

Gao Xiang nodded: "You've seen it before. It was the one that fell on Sister Ah Sang last time at the bar."

Gao Jing immediately remembered: "That kid looks good." Immediately waved her hand again: "But he probably has no chance, let him stop quickly, don't make trouble."

Gao Xiang rushed over and asked, "Why?"

Just as Gao Jing was about to speak, Ye Fusang had already brought out a plate: "What are you talking about, so mysterious, come on, pour the vegetables in, I've scalded them."

The siblings looked at each other, and Gao Xiang quickly stretched out his hand: "I bought a bag in Qiufu Garden and ordered a few signature dishes. Sister Ah Sang, you will definitely lose if you don't eat it. Try two yuan quickly."

The three of them sat down to eat at a small table. Gao Xiang was one of the rare young masters who could bend and stretch. Talk to Ye Fusang: "Sister Ah Sang, you are so beautiful, do you have a boyfriend? When will you bring me here and let me see it, and help you check it out."

Ye Fusang raised his head, with a faint smile on his face: "It was before, not long after we separated."

Gao Xiang was taken aback for a moment, and immediately waved his hand: "He has no vision, he deserves to be a bachelor for the rest of his life!"

Ye Fusang smiled lightly: "Well, he really has no vision."

Gao Jing knocked on the bowl with her chopsticks to remind Gao Xiang, what topic did you mention, breaking up is something to be happy about?Idiot: "Eat your meal. Ah Sang, don't talk to him, he's just an idle asshole."

It doesn't matter if you put the last chopsticks of meat into your mouth, Ye Fusang rubbed his belly contentedly: "No, I'm really full. You two continue to eat, and I'll go digest it."

Her so-called Xiaoxiaoshi is to add a few strokes to the unfinished oil painting in the past.

Ye Fusang's daily life is very simple, going to work, shopping, going home, eating, painting or designing.

In fact, Ye Fusang is the kind of person who is easy to chase. It may be because she studies art, or she has never thought about getting married, so she does not have high requirements for the opposite sex. She has never considered family background and economic conditions. Just think that the person is right.

I just bought a yellow dress during the day, and I am removing the stitches by myself to change it into a style I like.

Like all young girls, Ye Fusang loves beauty and is good at putting together clothes. Every outfit she wears is stylish and beautiful no matter how she wears it.

In fact, she doesn’t have any decent clothes, most of them are cheap ones, and most of them are bought back and then changed by herself. The style is definitely unique. She cares more about shoes, because she is afraid of grinding her feet, and the money saved on clothes is spent on shoes and skin care. up.

There is a second-hand sewing machine in the corner of the room. She often does it by herself. After the clothes are changed, she uses the sewing machine to tie them up, and the seam stitches are cut to remove the thread ends. She has learned from her mother, and her sewing skills are superb. There are extra threads, so her clothes are of average fabric, but the workmanship and style are novel and top-notch.

After finishing the ironing, the mobile phone rang, and I walked over to answer it: "Hello? Mom."

Su Hui said directly on the phone: "Ah Sang, come home this weekend."

Ye Fusang put down his clothes: "Mom, what can you say on the phone? I'm busy."

Su Hui said angrily: "Why are you busy, no matter how busy you are, you have to rest on Saturdays and weekends and go home."

Ye Fusang's home is in a village in a small town near Tongcheng, which is the kind of serious countryside that people often say.

(End of this chapter)