Mr.Han's Pregnant Naughty Wife

Anze asked her to draw Sanfu. Xue he has finished one painting and is now drawing the second.

Because of the problem of inspiration, Xue he, the second painting, couldn't draw well. He always stopped halfway through the painting, either throwing away the paper or stalling and couldn't continue.

Looking at the colored drawing paper on the easel, Xue he frowned and fell into thinking again. She was a little upset because she couldn't catch that feeling and couldn't draw it.

The door was suddenly opened, but Xue he was immersed in his own world and didn't notice it at all.

The slippers rubbed against the wooden floor and made a slight sound. Han Qichen walked slowly behind Xue he and looked straight at the picture on the easel.

It was an oil painting with a dark blue background, but it painted a forest. The color matching was strange, but it looked very harmonious as a whole.

Xue he held his chin and stared at his painting. In fact, what she thought in her mind was a fiery red maple leaf forest, but after painting, she chose to express it in dark blue, which made the whole painting look a little more mysterious and abstract.

"Why do you suddenly remember to draw?"

Han Qichen's voice is very light, but it is particularly prominent in this quiet room.

Xue he's thought was suddenly interrupted. She suddenly turned back and saw Han Qichen clearly. Surprise flashed in her eyes, and then fear.

Yes, she's a little scared.

In the final analysis, this painting is for Anze. Past experience and lessons told Xue he that whenever he mentioned Anze, Han Qichen would always get angry, and then the two would quarrel and the situation would get out of hand.

"Why are you here?" Xue he put the palette and brush aside. Her whole body was slightly tight, like the stress response of a threatened small animal when facing the enemy.

Han Qichen was keenly aware of this. A few shreds of sharpness and doubt suddenly appeared in his dark eyes, which made his whole person look gloomy.

"Just now I finished my work in the study and went back to my room and found you were not in. Aunt Cui said you had been in your room." Han Qichen said slowly. He bypassed Xue he and went to the front of the unfinished painting. He put his fingers on the easel and tapped it gently.

It seemed to knock on Xue he's heart.

Xue he looked away and pretended to tidy up painting tools to hide his inner guilt.

"Oh, that's it!" Xue he said.

"Hmm" Han Qichen looked at Xue he.

Xue he is actually a bad liar. When something is hidden in her heart, she will have external performance.

For example, at this time, when facing Han Qichen, Xue he was very guilty. So when she packed her things, she was in a hurry. She didn't even find the brush in the wrong position.

Suddenly, Xue he felt the light darkening in front of her and cast a shadow in front of her. Then she smelled a good smell of plants and trees.

Turning her head, her face almost touched Han Qichen's chin.

Xue he's heart was beating at top speed.

Han Qichen leaned down. He stretched out his hand. His bones were clear. With a particularly good-looking hand, he took out the brush placed in the wrong position and put it in the right position.

Han Qichen did all this silently, but he didn't speak, but his silence made Xue he more nervous.

After helping Xue he put all his brushes back in the correct position, Han Qichen stood up straight.

"Why do you suddenly remember to draw?" He asked the question again.

Xue he likes painting very much. She especially likes antius' paintings. When she was in college, she also took painting as an elective course.

However, since he married the Han family, Xue he rarely touched these things again. I don't know what's wrong recently, he began to pick up the brush again.

"Just... Recently, there was a charity painting exhibition. Ann... The organizer asked me to help draw some paintings!" Xue he lowered his head and explained that the fingers of his two hands were intertwined and kept winding.