Rebirth of Ninety Honey Sweet Wife

Qin Yuxi's hand then pulled away Qi Zihan's cheek.

Her hands are leaving his face.

At this time, Qi Zihan stretched out his hand fiercely, took Qin Yuxi's hands and let her hands cover his face again.

Qin Yuxi's hands were slightly cool, but very soft. Qi Zihan looked up and looked at Qin Yuxi standing in front of him. There were two warm fires in his eyes.

Then, with a hoarse voice, holding Qin Yuxi's hand, he asked:

"What are you doing?"

"Measure your face."

Qin Yuxi lowered her head. Her long black hair fell on the back of Qi Zihan's hand. She looked at him and felt uncomfortable. She always felt as if something was inappropriate and said:

"I said I would make you a mask face."

"Oh."

Qi Zihan didn't understand what Qin Yuxi meant. At the moment, he didn't need to understand. He just held Qin Yuxi's hand and didn't want to let go.

Holding it for too long, Qin Yuxi felt something wrong. She gently twitched her hand. He held her hand hard. Qin Yuxi was angry and pretended to cough,

"Let go, are you trying to take advantage of me?"

"No, No."

As soon as he said this, Qi Zihan immediately released Qin Yuxi's hand, lowered his head, lowered his eyes, covered the heat in his eyes and made an excuse,

"I'm afraid your mask is not fine. I want you to measure it for me."

"Hello!"

Qin Yuxi picked up the eyebrow pencil and poked Qi Zihan's eyebrows, which diluted her discomfort and made her uncomfortable:

"Are you doubting my major? No one has said that the mask I made is not fine."

Qi Zihan, who was sitting in the chair, just smiled and bowed his head. In fact, he was not afraid of this. He just wanted her to touch him again and touch him more. That taste made him addicted.

"Whose face do you want to make?"

In other words, Qin Yuxi turned around, fiddled with the paint on the table, frowned and said to himself:

"The materials are limited. Maybe this mask can't see water and can't be worn out in rainy days. When I have more materials in the future, I'll make one for you and make a more realistic one."

"Yes."

Qi Zihan raised his bright eyes and looked at Qin Yuxi's back. He was so slim and slim. Wearing the clothes he bought her, he was particularly enthusiastic and enchanting. He liked to see her, especially the way she looked in Tu clothes.

This made him couldn't help opening his mouth and wanted to tell her that he liked her.

However, Qin Yuxi swept away her picture clip and left it on the wooden floor. Several pages fell out of the picture clip, all of which were painted by Du Shumo.

Qi Zihan also knew about Du Shumo. Qi Zihan knew Du Shumo since Qin Yuxi made a boyfriend in the stockade.

Not ashamed to say, in fact, Qi Zihan didn't follow Qin Yuxi on the first day. His tracking and tracking ability is top in the whole team, because in the three-year winter and summer vacation, as long as Qin Yuxi returned to the stockade, she is Qi Zihan's tracking object.

Ability is trained by following a girl!

Since Qin Yuxi made Du Shumo her boyfriend, she began to draw Du Shumo, one by one, one by one, only Du Shumo.

It was only in these days that Qin Yuxi began to draw mountains, water, flowers and Tu totems.

But this doesn't mean anything. Qi Zihan's eyes darkened instantly, and the whole excited mood gradually calmed down.

He collected his rippling mood, pursed his lips, looked at the portrait of Du Shumo on the ground, and wanted to step on a few feet.

Qin Yuxi stooped down, yawned, picked up the fallen portraits one by one, carelessly put them in the picture folder, and asked:

"What kind of face do you want? Hmm? It's better to be your face in 20 years. Do you want it?"

"OK."

Qi Zihan didn't know what kind of mask Qin Yuxi was going to make for him. Anyway, what she said was what she said. Then he turned back, sat in a chair, looked at the open bedroom door and asked:

"Where's grandma Chen? Won't she come back tonight?"

Qi Zihan and Qin Yuxi are of the same generation. Those who call grandma's generation in the stockade are all mothers in law!

"Go and make trouble. It's estimated that you'll come back later“

Qin Yuxi pulled up a chair, sat opposite Qi Zihan, leaned against the edge of the table and said:

"Later, the people we stay will go to chunni'er's house for dinner. Hey, what do you want me to bring to Chunni?"

"Let her have a good rest and relax..."

Qi Zihan probably knows who the Chunni Qin Yuxi said was, that is, the girl caught by several Liuzi during the day. Qin Yuxi asked him to bring her a message. To tell the truth, Qi Zihan doesn't know what to say, but it must be right to have a good rest and be happy every day.

"Oh, you!"

Qin Yuxi, with some sadness in his eyes, leaned against the edge of the table, looked at Qi Zihan and sighed,

"I don't know what to say. In short, fate."

"Ah, fate, fate."

What ah? Qi Zihan nodded, but he said in his heart that he couldn't understand.

Here, Qin Yuxi can't encourage Qi Zihan to break through many obstacles with chunnier. After all, Qi Zihan is her benefactor and chunnier's brother, which will have a bad impact in the future.

If Qin Yuxi wants to encourage Qi Zihan and chunnier to get married, it's not necessarily a blessing or a curse for Qi Zihan.

They immediately had a tacit understanding and stopped talking about Chunni. It was getting late. Someone stood outside Chunni's house and shouted,

"The meal is ready. Come to dinner."

The people who remained in the stockade began to go out one after another to Chunni's house.

"You're going to eat, too. I'm going back to the team. I've been busy all day. It's time to go back. Don't worry about those people. In the future, we'll strengthen patrol and keep it. There won't be such a thing again."

Qi Zihan sat on the chair and said he was leaving, but his ass didn't move. He was talkative. He also wanted to talk with Qin Yuxi more.

"Well, don't worry, I'm hungry."

Qin Yuxi got up and picked up the door key on the table. When she saw Qi Zihan standing up, she seemed to think of something and found the picture of Qi Zihan from the picture folder,

"Send you."

He lowered his head and looked at the painting handed over by Qin Yuxi. It turned out that it was him. It just seemed that he was older, but it was no worse. Qi Zihan was still happy to fly to heaven.

He took the painting Qin Yuxi gave him with both hands and couldn't close his mouth with a smile. "You painted me? Did you draw it by the stream that day?"