Lovely wife, hard-to-support husband is too domineering

Chapter 707 She Lies for Another Man (2)
"No."

Song Dengen shook his head, raised his slender fingers, and gently traced in front of Fu Huanyan, with gentle eyes, "You are still the same as before, but you have become mature."

Isn't that mature?Fu Huanyan pursed her lips. A few days ago, her fourth son Fu had a quarrel with her and said that she would not marry herself when she was too mature. How despised!
Depend on!Fu Huanyan's heart is still burning when she thinks about it, this brat can poke her wound every time he speaks!
"Your painting has improved a lot compared to before." The man on the opposite side suddenly said, Fu Huanyan came back to her senses in an instant, and said in surprise, "Have you seen my painting?"

Song Dengen raised his lips and smiled, "I accidentally saw it a few days ago, and your painting style has changed."

When people grow up, they will naturally change. Do you still expect her to draw those childish and ridiculous things forever?However, her mood has changed in the past few years, and Fu Huanyan herself can feel that there is a vicissitudes of life in her paintings.

"My painting..." Fu Huanyan clasped her hands lightly, wanting to ask his opinion.After all, Song Dunen has already become famous in this circle, but she is almost still standing still.

"It has great potential." Song Dunen said in a deep voice.

Fu Huanyan didn't seem to believe it, her eyes were suspicious, "Really?"

"Well," Song Dengen nodded, looked at Fu Huanyan with restrained black eyes, and said bluntly, "Yan, there is something in your paintings that surpasses everyone."

"what?"

Pedestrians hurried outside the window, Song Dengen held a mug, slightly pursed his thin lips, "Perseverance."

This is true, Fu Huanyan has always been persistent in painting.After so many years, she had quarreled with her parents and Xiang Bei because of Huahua. In the end, everyone had to give in to her!
"It's a pity that no one can understand." Fu Huanyan sighed, looking disappointed.

Song Dunen put his hands down in front of the table, the tail ring on his little finger was shining brightly, "I can understand."

Hearing this, Fu Huanyan raised her head to look at him, but quickly lowered her head under his burning gaze.She tapped her fingers together, and something suddenly flashed somewhere in her heart.

After drinking coffee, Song Dengen sent Fu Huanyan back to the outside of the studio. He stood in front of the car with his hands in his pockets and offered to invite him: "I have a lecture on Monday, are you interested?"

"Lecture?"

"Yes."

Song Dunen opened the car door, took out an exquisite poster from the back seat and gave it to her, saying: "The main thing is to talk about my mental journey over the years, and some of my works will also be exhibited."

"That's it." Fu Huanyan opened the brochure, a little moved, "If I have time, I will go."

She didn't make a clear promise, and Song Dengen didn't force it.With a gentle smile, he took out another box of watercolor paint from the back seat and stuffed it into Fu Huanyan's hand, "Sorry for delaying your time today."

"No need," Fu Huanyan declined, "I'll just buy it myself."

"Yan."

Song Dunen pressed the back of her hand, with a sad expression, "It's just a box of watercolors."

Looking at the embarrassment in his eyes, Fu Huanyan curled her lips, and finally withdrew her hand, holding the watercolor in her hand, "Thank you."

She was blushing and lowered her head as usual, Song Dengen was startled, and a light flashed in her restrained eyes.He opened the car door and couldn't help turning his head again, "Yan, I hope to see you on Monday."

The car in front of her went away, Fu Huanyan puffed her cheeks and looked away, and stuffed the box of watercolor paints and the promotional album into her bag.Walking into the studio door, she hurriedly took out her mobile phone to call back.

"Hello!" Fu Huanyan held her mobile phone, turned around and sat in front of the drawing board, and said, "I'm sorry, I just went shopping and didn't hear your call. Because I have to catch up on a painting temporarily, I can't have dinner with you. "

"Ha ha--"

The laughter of the man over there was still gentle, "It's okay, I happen to be going to a meeting too."

"Okay," Fu Huanyan breathed a sigh of relief, "Come over tonight, and I'll cook for you."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Huanyan ran into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to check the ingredients.There are ham, vegetables, and eggs, so all the ingredients she needs for the night are met, OK!

Taking out a piece of cake from the refrigerator, Fu Huanyan took a bite of the cake and poured a glass of water before walking back to the drawing board.In the rest of the time, she can concentrate on painting. She wants to finish painting early, and she has to cook in the evening!

Under the tree outside the painting room, Xiang Bei sat in the back seat of the car, his bony fingers clenched gently, and the white paper bag was slowly deformed in his hands.He couldn't wait for Fu Huanyan at the restaurant, and she didn't answer the phone, so he basically guessed that this girl must be inspired again, and she couldn't get out of the house because she was too busy drawing.

The tuna sandwiches in the restaurant were very delicious, and Xiang Bei didn't have lunch himself, so he packed two sandwiches and asked the driver to drive to the studio, planning to finish lunch with her before he went to a meeting in the afternoon.But as soon as he arrived at the studio, he saw Fu Huanyan standing in front of Song Dengen's car. The two obviously came back together from somewhere.

This man disappeared for many years, and Xiang Bei never took it lightly.However, there is always a gap in a hundred secrets, he can't stop it every time, what should come will always come!
The inspiration was pretty good throughout the afternoon, and Fu Huanyan basically finished a piece of work, but the final touches were missing.The sky outside the window gradually darkened. She picked up the white cloth on the side to cover the unfinished work, and stood up happily to stretch her waist and legs.

Fu Huanyan has a problem. She doesn't want to show anyone her unfinished paintings.

Lifting his watch to check the time, Xiang Bei should be arriving soon.Fu Huanyan walked into the kitchen very diligently, stood in front of the kitchen counter that was unfamiliar to her, took out the vegetables and began to wash.

What are you doing tonight?

Fu Huanyan tried her best to search for dishes she could cook, but after thinking for a long time, there were only two dishes, vegetable soup and fried rice.Well, don't dislike her cooking skills, she thinks she can cook things well, it's already great!

After washing the vegetables quickly, Fu Huanyan cut them up for later use, opened the refrigerator and took out the rice from last night to prepare for tonight's dinner.Let's see, in fact, she is very good at cooking. She knows that freshly steamed rice is not good for fried rice, so she prepared it last night.

After breaking up the rice, Fu Huanyan cut the ham.Considering Xiang Bei, a carnivorous man, she added another piece of ham and two more eggs.A man should eat nutritious food, and he is still so busy and working so hard.They weighed together a few days ago, and she didn't lose a pound, but Xiang Bei lost two kilograms!
There was a rattling sound in the kitchen, and the studio door was pushed open.Fu Huanyan stood in front of the kitchen counter wearing an apron, until she was embraced by someone, her ears were warm, "It smells so good."

"I'm back." Fu Huanyan turned her head, tiptoed and kissed the corner of his mouth, "Go wash your hands and eat right away."

Xiang Bei narrowed his eyes, parted Fu Huanyan's hair hanging down her neck with her fingers, and her thin lips fell on the back of her neck.

(End of this chapter)