My Husband Is Gay

When song Anxi was able to move freely again after lying in bed for two weeks, the scar on his face had been repaired by Ji qianze's "plastic surgery". After looking in the mirror for a long time, she finally looked at her perfect face with great satisfaction. On the side of Ting Lan said: "ting LAN, paper and ink serve!"

After drawing in the mirror for a long time, the effect is really unsatisfactory. Song Anxi lost his brush. No more painting. Tell Ting LAN: "is there a painter here?"

Looking at Song Anxi's paintings on the edge, Ting LAN, who has been watching for most of the hour, represses a smile and nods and says yes.

Song Anxi is too lazy to tell Ting Lan that she was born of simple strokes. It's not the origin of brush painting practice. That's why she painted her national beauty and natural fragrance like Sister Lotus. It's not her talent. It's really that the brush is not good All in all. Song Anxi just asked Ting LAN to find the painter.

"Hello, madam, little Su Qing. I've met Madame."

Su Qing, the first painter of yuanjiapu, bowed to song Anxi. Song an is fond of swallowing. Only because the painter in front of Su Da is also a handsome figure who has brought disaster to the country and the people. Yuan Lang didn't cheat her. The people of this benefactor country are all from the appearance Association. They are not like crooked melons and cracked dates.

"Well, draw me a portrait."

"Portrait? You mean to describe your appearance, don't you? "

Song Anxi saw that Su Qing didn't look right. One side of Ting LAN quickly came over. Whispered in her ear, "Ma'am. In the kingdom of grace, no one will ask the painter to describe his appearance. "

"Why?" Song Anxi doesn't understand.

"Folklore is so. When the demons once killed our Terran, they used the way of chanting incantations to the portraits. In order to kill people from a long distance. "

"True or false?" Song an was stunned. How could this sound like the legendary wizard's practice. Oh, No. Don't insult the wizarding industry. You should be the downcomer.

"Folklore has a saying. It is said to be so. " Su Qing replied respectfully.

Song Anxi thought about it and laughed. "I am the master, am I not?"

Su Qing looked up in surprise and quickly lowered her head, saying, "yes."

"Draw it for me."

Yuan Lang and Yan Shaoan talked about cooperation and sent Yan Shaoan away. When he returned to his study, he saw a woman in a wheelchair going up and down in the open space.

Smiling and walking over, standing in the woman's wheelchair forward position, let song Anxi, who had a lot of fun, stopped.

"A present for you." Song Anxi jumped out of the wheelchair and pulled out the scroll that had been put in front of the wheelchair and made into a place similar to an empty bicycle basket, and handed it to Yuan Lang.

Yuan Lang opened his eyes, and his face began to fade.

"You may be the happiest one, the one who will never grow old." Song an said with a smile.

"There are clouds in folklore..."

Song Anxi neatly interrupted yuan Lang's preaching, "when did I manage folk customs? If I lived by those things all day, wouldn't it be too hard and tiring? Besides, I never believed that I would be killed in the shade because I drew a picture of myself. Moreover, even if you really die like this, it must be in someone's hands. That's something I'm not afraid of. To die for that life, for that man, there is no regret in life or death. "

Yuan Lang's head suddenly, a few reluctantly revealed his eyes. He slowly rolled up the scroll and sighed with a bitter smile: "when I met you, I didn't know if I was too strict when I was young, which made heaven want to give me a lax life."

Then he said, "Su Qing's painting skills have improved, and you are also quite vivid."

Song Anxi curled his lips. "He painted with brush, and the figures are not particularly vivid. I want me to say that when I'm in a mood one day, I'll draw one for the two of us and hang it in our new house. It's a wedding photo."

"If it wasn't for this world, I was the only one left in my family One, I would probably not agree with you. " Yuan Lang paused and said with a smile.

"So you really have the ability to take people's lives just by painting?" Song Anxi's eyes widened.

Yuan Lang did not speak. Until song Anxi really wanted to believe it, he burst out laughing, "how can it be possible that we are not gods, how can we achieve that kind of supernatural skill?"

I said Song Anxi murmured to himself. At this time, Yuan Lang continued: "I want to improve and promote your wheelchair, expand production, and sell it to people in need. What do you think? "

"No problem. I want to pay dividends." Song Anxi silently recited in his heart - people of the 21st century, I didn't mean to plagiarize the fruits of your labor. Brother, I also want to eat. Please forgive me, please forgive me

Yuan Lang couldn't help laughing at the look in Song Anxi's eyes. He quickly nodded and said, "it's natural. I'll talk to Shao'an in the afternoon. He will be responsible for production and promotion, and then give you at least 30% of the net profit. "

"A lot of it!" Song Anxi exclaimed in surprise, 30%, that is 30%! "If you give me so much, do you still make money?"He wiped all the sweat beads on Song Anxi's forehead with his sleeves. Yuan longchong looked at Song Anxi and said with a smile, "a long stream, our profits will not be less. And you're a girl. It's always good to have a little money around you. "

"I don't have a place to spend money, I just enjoy making money. If you support me, don't you want to support me Song Anxi showed a malicious expression on purpose, staring into yuan Lang's eyes.

Yuan Lang smiles, "of course, I support you. But one day

"Share weal and woe. What's the big deal. Yours is mine, mine is yours. If you don't know each other, you are husband and wife. " If it was the 21st century, song Anxi would probably worry about the common property of husband and wife. After all, there are too many * in the world, too few good men, and the power of money is too terrible. However, it is not the 21st century, and it is not the place where the utilitarian reality reaches the extreme. She is not willing to spend her heart and effort to dike her closest people. If so, she would lose a lot of things that she should have cherished. She was aware of it.

Hearing this, Yuan Lang laughed and stopped talking. He found that sometimes he really couldn't say anything about song Anxi. It seemed that his mouth was full of crooked reason, but when he thought about it seriously, he thought it was the truth.

Don't ask the reason, the past, or tomorrow. Just fight for the present, this moment and the moment. If you really want to think about it, it's just the situation and the scene.

Today is the third day of junior high school. In the early morning of the ninth day of junior high school, Yan Shaoan will go back to Beijing to help her with her business, and carry out small-scale production of wheelchairs and publicity and promotion work in some areas.

It sounds boring. But a chat will come soon. Nearly half an hour after Song Anxi drags him to stand in front of the biggest mirror in the castle, a vivid portrait of the two men has been released.

Looking at the model of song Anxi's pen, which was temporarily ground with a piece of charcoal, he described the two people's faces with strokes and smiles. The expressions between his eyebrows and eyes and his mouth and nose were vivid. It's like two living people printed on it.

"A stroke of magic!"

Yuan Lang only has these four words to express his mood at this time. He never thought that there were such amazing and gorgeous women in the world, who could depict people to a level of unreal with a little black charcoal.

Song Anxi grinned, showing a row of small white teeth, holding yuan Lang and gnawing at his chin. "You know what kind of a lady you've got. I'm the best and unique model in the world. You don't want me

"No way." Yuan Lang held song Anxi in his arms, put his head against her hair, and said with a soft smile, "only you don't want me; without me, you don't want you. As long as you don't abandon me, I will never let go of your hand. "

Numb Song Anxi giggled and couldn't speak. She had to hold yuan Lang and smile there. Yuan Lang looked at the painting that could make all the painters in the world applaud with their expressions and gestures. He sighed silently and could not help but express his gratitude to God. Thank him for meeting such a simple, clean and transparent woman.

"Anxi, on the eighth day of the next day, it's a good day. I'd like to see you again. What do you say? " Holding together a bit tired of two people are one of the voice broke the entire charming atmosphere.

Song Anxi looks up and bumps into yuan Lang's chin. The part she is hit by is also painful, but she can't care. She looks at Yuan Lang in surprise and asks, "marriage? Return to the church and get married again

Yuan Lang helps song Anxi rub the small bag on her head. His chin is OK, but song Anxi's head is not as strong as his chin. Now he has a small bag in a moment.

"Yes, I think about it. I always feel that I owe you a formal wedding. Also, you need a formal name. Although you don't care about fame and fortune, after careful consideration, our children can't be born by a woman I casually find. It should be the only one born to me by the only woman I married openly. "

"Antique..." Song Anxi said insincerely, but she didn't know that her eyebrows were already bent.

"Did you agree?"

The blushed song Anxi nodded, and suddenly stopped for a moment. He said with a wheezy voice: "what, then I think I want to prepare my bridal dress now. Is that all right? "

Yuan Lang gently kisses song Anxi's forehead, loosens his arms and says you go.

Someone ran away happily, but he didn't look like a bride to be who would officially become a bride. Yuan Lang, who stayed in the spot, was smiling at the woman who was getting farther away. He thought silently: you will be the most beautiful bride in the world.