when you are drunk

169 Chapter 174. Don't mess with me

Today's Mid-Autumn Festival, the evening breeze is gentle.

Aunt Jin went to bed early and went back to the bedroom with the tablet in her arms.

Outside the courtyard of Biyan Villa, there were only the two of them.

The night scene is like ink, and the moonlight melts into a circle of shimmer.

Mu Linzhi skillfully hugged the beauty and sat on the wheelchair, as carefully as if hugging a porcelain doll.

Gu Qingcen was already used to leaning in his arms, with his legs comfortably resting on the armrest of the wheelchair.

"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight." The man's hoarse voice came from her ears.

Qing Cen let out a deep laugh, then climbed onto the back of the man's neck, raised her head and gradually approached him, gently covering it with cool softness.

After a while, she let go of him and said in a low voice, "Well, I love you too."

Mu Linzhi's deep eyes were as bright as the moonlight, he hugged her tightly and half-closed his star eyes.

His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of magnetism.

"Mrs. Mu, so far, there are still more than 30 days. Don't mess with me."

There was nothing threatening in his tone, just a calm demeanor.

But she is well aware that when a man usually speaks lightly, it is often the most dangerous time.

Qing Cen's delicate red lips curled up, and the gradually deepening force of her fingertips seemed more intentional.

After a long time, the man's face finally became slightly ill, and he said in a deep voice, "Baby—"

"Hey~ I seem to remember that the paintings that Aunt Jin hung outside in the morning have not been confiscated." She lightly smiled and calmly got off the wheelchair and landed on the ground, "I'm going to collect the paintings."

Run away after making a fuss, the thief is red.

Those old paintings from the old houses in Beicheng were taken out to dry in the kiosk, and were pressed down by paperweights or other heavy objects.

There are random graffiti, or fine brushwork, Danqing.Some are framed and some are not.

None of these paintings have been stamped with seals or words, so it is impossible to tell who wrote them.

However, these paintings look more and more mature.Just like people, from adolescence to adulthood.

Gu Qingcen put it away carefully, fearing that the corners would be broken, he rolled them up one by one.

These paintings are all about the spring, summer, autumn and winter of a river, and the scenery of the four seasons.

At that time, the man drove over in a wheelchair to help collect the paintings together.

Qing Cen asked curiously, "Husband~ Are all these paintings yours?"

Mu Linzhi smiled softly, "I drew it."

Qing Cen muttered in a low voice, "Why do these paintings seem to only have the river..."

He replied with a light smile, with a calm and calm tone, "There used to be a river where I lived, and I could see it in the morning, noon and evening. So I would draw it when I have free time."

Mu Linzhi silently concealed the second half of the sentence——

Because he wants to count the past, how many impermanent springs and autumns he has spent.

But in front of her, he didn't want to mention it.

Because that is not worth mentioning in terms of the life in front of you.

Qing Cen was collecting the last painting, but Mei Mei jumped out from the flower bed, hopping all the way over, like an old cat, and stepped on a dirty paw print on the painting scroll.

"..." This cat, it's time to make soup.

She lifted the Siamese cat with both hands, but stared at it with her beautiful almond eyes, as if she knew she was wrong, she kept her head down.

The weight of this cat is a bit heavier, and it is time to slaughter it if it is fat.

"Cat broth is not good, it's sour." The man seemed to see through her thoughts, and smiled helplessly.

"...Hot pot is also fine." Qing Cen put down the Siamese cat, patted its little tail and rushed to the side.

She hurriedly wiped off the dirt on the last painting, which was a stretch of green hills.

"Fortunately, it's okay." She breathed a sigh of relief and put it all away.

The man silently took her by the wrist, rubbed her into his arms, and approached her with his head down.

The voice was as lazy as ever, "Baby, since the paintings are all put away, it's time to do something else."

　The little cutie in QAQ bookstore, please help me to give a five-star praise~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)