A happy event in a fertile field: the black-bellied husband is as beautiful as a flower

Chapter 763
Meng Yan said: "In the past, your paintings sold expensively for a reason." She looked back at Yin Heng and asked, "Does it look nothing like it?"

Yin Heng slightly raised his lips and smiled, his eyes were slightly smiling under the light, the pupil color was darker than in the daytime, but it was as beautiful as a magnificence.

Yin Heng said: "It's okay, at least I can tell who you are painting at a glance."

The silhouettes of two adults she drew, holding two children, are their family of four.

Meng Yan was only painting to pass the time. At this time, Yin Heng picked up a glass of water from the corner of the table, poured it into the inkstone, and then took Meng Yan's hand, and took her hand holding the pen, and poured it into the inkstone. dip it.

Meng Yan's movements were completely taken away by Yin Heng, and she found that there was a bit of casualness and comfort in his movements of washing ink.

After washing the ink and re-dipping it, Yin Heng took her to trace on the drawing paper. Meng Yan watched Yin Heng's hands turn decay into magic, smudged her original black outline, her clothes and hair fluttered, Nuanced.The facial features that were darkened by her gradually fade away under the brush. Although there is no specific facial expression, it is full of charm.

Jiao Jiao Zhuang Zhuang stood beside her and Yin Heng, each holding one, wearing small clothes, with a small bun, innocent and lively.

Meng Yan pointed to the edge of the drawing paper, turned her head and was about to talk to Yin Heng, but Yin Heng was just a few steps away from her, unexpectedly this side of her head touched the corner of his lips.

Yin Heng looked up at her.

She smiled and said, "Here, add a willow tree here."

Yin Heng followed her finger to look again, and then drew a willow tree beside it.

In the painting, as if the wind is blowing, the willow branches are graceful and graceful.

Meng Yan said again: "Draw a small river next to it."

Yin Heng drew a small river as she wished.

Meng Yan: "There are two more ducks on the river."

Yin Heng added two more ducks.

During the period, Meng Yan helped him smooth the drawing paper with his spare hand from time to time, and then let him take her to sway in the painting comfortably.

Meng Yan said: "This painting should be kept well. Although it is said that you took me to draw it, I also participated in it, which is very meaningful."

Yin Heng: "Yes."

When she stopped writing, Meng Yan fanned her hands to dry up the ink.

"Auntie."

Meng Yan turned to look at him.

With gentle eyes, he said solemnly: "Your face is stained."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and wiped her cheek lightly, then smiled slowly and said, "It's wiped clean now."

He seemed in a good mood, with a smile on his lips.

After the ink was dry, Meng Yan put away the painting, planning to mount it tomorrow, and then went back to the bedroom with Yin Heng to rest.

It's just that the nuns and Yan'er in the courtyard looked at her a little strangely.

When Meng Yan went back to her room to wash her hands, she inadvertently took a photo in the basin, only to find that there were two black fingerprints on her face.

If she remembered correctly, Yin Heng seemed to have wiped her cheeks with two fingers just now.

After Meng Yan washed her hands, she looked back at Yin Heng, who asked harmlessly, "What's wrong?"

Meng Yan also looked harmless, touched her waist with her hands, and said: "My sachet seems to be missing, I wonder if it was left in the study. Mr. Xianggong, you go to bed first, I will go and look for it."

Then before Yin Heng could speak, she turned around and walked out.

Yin Heng sat leaning against the outside of the bed, his slender legs were slightly bent, and the hem of the snow-colored clothes fell down naturally.He waited for Meng Yan for a while, but she didn't come back, and he waited for a while, but she still didn't come back, so he got up and went to have a look.

As soon as Yin Heng entered the door of the study, he saw Meng Yan lying on the desk with his back facing him, fiddling with something.

Yin Heng walked over and asked, "Did you find the sachet?"

Meng Yan felt that Yin Heng was approaching, so she turned around quickly, tucked her hands behind her back, and said nervously, "Didn't I tell you to sleep, why did you come in again?"

Yin Heng asked: "What are you hiding?"

Meng Yan said, "Nothing."

Yin Heng looked at Meng Yan, facing her colorful face without straining for a moment, turned his head and chuckled twice, cleared his throat again, and said empathetically, "I'll help you find the sachet together."

Meng Yan licked her lips and said, "Heng, you laughed so happily tonight."

"Is there?" He walked in front of her, couldn't stand her licking her lips, lowered his eyes for a second, then leaned his head closer to those lips.

Meng Yan said, "I like to see you smile."

She stood on tiptoe and took the initiative to kiss him.

Only when she ran into him, she couldn't help reaching out to hold his face.

Yin Heng immediately felt something was wrong when she was hugged by her.

At this time, Meng Yan had already bent over and slipped out from under his arm.

Yin Heng raised his hand to touch his face, only to see ink stains on his hand.

Facing the two dark palm prints on his originally handsome and gentle face, Meng Yan smiled unscrupulously, so much that she couldn't stand upright.

Yin Heng stood there looking at her and smiling.

Holding her waist, Meng Yan was out of breath, took a few breaths, and then said softly in Yin Heng's serious tone just now: "Ah Heng, look at you, your face is stained."

Before Yin Heng could answer, she couldn't help laughing again.

Yin Heng said: "You smile very happily."

Meng Yan said, "Is there?"

He looked sideways at the remaining ink in the inkstone, then reached out to touch the inkstone, and then walked towards Meng Yan: "Now it's my turn."

Seeing this, Meng Yan said: "Obviously you teased me first, I'll tease you now and it's even, what do you mean it's your turn."

After saying that, she started to run out of the study.

But before he ran out of the door, Yin Heng flicked his sleeves, and the two doors closed.

Meng Yan hurried to open the door, and in this spare time, the person behind him stuck up like a ghost.

Meng Yan had no choice but to give up, and quickly dodged to the side.

Yin Heng waved to her, and said: "Meng Yan, if you come here on your own initiative, just give me a little bit of fuzz about this matter and it will be over."

Meng Yan felt that she really shouldn't take it lightly, but she couldn't hold back when facing Yin Heng's ink-stained face, so she hid while laughing, but within a few rounds, Yin Heng successfully intercepted her.

Meng Yan was cornered by him and had no way to escape. Seeing him walking towards her, she couldn't help laughing and said: "Oh, I was just joking, let alone you played first."

Later, she stretched out her hand to block him and said righteously: "Dignified King Yin Wu, how can you do such a naive thing! You are going to make a joke if you are seen by others!... Hey, you say you are so unlucky... ..."

In the end, Meng Yan couldn't resist, and Yin Heng politely rubbed Mo's face in the corner.Meng Yan was not polite either, she immediately reached out and hugged his waist tightly, buried her face in his skirt, and rubbed hard.

Yin Heng looked at her white clothes with many ink marks, and could not help but rub her hands, the corners of her lips raised.

The fragrance of ink spread in the air, and at the end Meng Yan and Yin Heng only had black and white eyes looking at each other.

(End of this chapter)