Billion Spoils: President's Exclusive Sweet Wife

"Little sister, do you want to buy a painting? This painting is not expensive. It's only 2800. It's painted by the teacher at the Academy of fine arts. The price is cheap!" the boss came forward.

"I......" Qin Si Tong opened his mouth and was about to ask Jun Jisheng to come and have a look at the picture, but he found that Jun Jisheng was also standing in front of a picture and staring at it.

The picture was a child, curled up in a corner, and the tone of the whole picture was dark and heavy. The child's face is naive and tender, but behind the child, there is a demon mask.

It seems to be a faint indication of the other side of the child's heart.

"Silent life." Qin Si Tong took a shortcut.

But Jun Jisheng didn't seem to hear her voice, and still just looked at the picture straight.

Qin Si Tong reached out and held Jun Jisheng's hand, only to find that his hand was cold.

"Silent life." she raised her voice and said again.

He turned his head and looked at her. The Phoenix eyes were slowly becoming clear. Then he took a long breath and suddenly hugged her.

"What's the matter?" she said inexplicably.

"Nothing," he said, but he held her tighter and tighter.

Although the owner of the booth and some passing guests were watching, Qin Sitong didn't care whether someone was watching. She just raised her hand and gently put it around his back.

After he released his arms, the owner of the painting stall enthusiastically came forward and said, "if you like this painting, you can buy the two paintings together. I can be cheaper."

"No!" Jun Jisheng refused quickly.

The refusal was so fast that Qin Sitong felt a little strange.

"Just buy the painting I just liked." Qin Sitong said, and then after some bargaining, he finally traded for 2200 yuan.

When paying the bill, Jun Jisheng wants to pay the bill, but Qin Sitong insists on paying the bill himself.

"It's the painting I paid for to others. It doesn't make sense for you to pay." Qin Sitong said.

"Do we need to be so clear between us?" he said.

"I just feel better if I pay for it myself," she said.

He looked at her for a moment and took back his card. Qin Sitong took out the money and paid the bill.

When the boss packed the painting, Qin Sitong held Jun Jisheng's hands again. His hands were still very cold, so she put his hands in her own hands and rubbed his hands to make his hands warm.

"Are you not feeling well? Why are your hands so cold?" she rubbed and said.

He stared down at her, warm, with her movements, constantly penetrating from the palm of her hand. Is his life worried about him?

He turned and looked at the picture he had seen before. "You said, will this child be an angel or a devil when he grows up?"

"Hey?" she was stunned. She looked up and looked at the picture along his eyes. She was a little puzzled. "It's just a picture."

His lips suddenly smiled, "yes, it's just a picture."

When Qin Sitong returned to the car with the painting, he felt that Jun Jisheng seemed to be absent-minded.

"Still thinking about the painting?" she couldn't help asking, as if the painting had given him a lot of feelings. "If you like the painting, you might as well buy it..."