Sweet Pregnant Wife,Be Good!

Anze asked her to paint Sanfu. Xue he had finished one painting and was now painting a second one.

Because of the problem of inspiration, the second painting Xue he couldn't paint well. He always stopped at the middle of the painting, either throwing away the drawing paper or stagnating and could not continue.

Looking at the easel that has been mottled by the color of the painting paper, Xue he frowned, once again into thinking. She was a little upset because she couldn't grasp the feeling and couldn't draw it.

The door was suddenly opened, but Xue he was immersed in his own world and did not notice at all.

The friction between the slippers and the wooden floor made a slight noise. Han Qichen walked slowly to Xue he's back and looked at the painting on the easel.

It was an oil painting with a dark blue background, but the painting was a forest. The color matching was a little strange, but the overall look was very harmonious.

Xue he gazed at her painting with her chin. In fact, what she thought was a forest of red maple leaves in her mind, but after she started painting, she chose to use dark blue to express it, which made the whole painting seem more mysterious and abstract.

"Why do you suddenly think of painting?"

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

Xue he's thoughts were interrupted. She suddenly turned back and saw Han Qichen clearly. Her eyes flashed with surprise and then fear.

Yes, she was a little scared.

After all, this painting is for Anze. The 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 be out of control.

"Why did you come?" Xue he put the palette and brush aside, and her whole body was slightly tense, like the stress response of a threatened small animal to the enemy.

Han Qichen was acutely aware of this, and suddenly appeared a few shreds of fierce and suspicion in his dark eyes, which made him look gloomy.

"Just now I finished my work in my study. When I went back to my room, I found you were not there. Aunt Cui said that you were always in your room." Han Qichen said slowly. He went around Xue he and came to the unfinished painting. His fingers were on the easel and tapped gently.

One by one, it seems to knock on Xue he's heart.

Xue he moved his eyes and pretended to organize his painting tools in order to cover up his inner feelings.

"Oh, so!" Xue he said.

"Well," Han Qichen looked at Xue he.

In fact, Xue he is not good at telling lies. When she has something hidden in her heart, she will certainly have external performance.

For example, at this time, in the face of Han Qichen, Xue he was very guilty. So when she was packing things, she was so busy that she didn't even find that the brush was misplaced.

All of a sudden, Xue he felt the light darkened in front of her, cast a shadow in front of her, and then she smelled a good smell of grass and trees.

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

Xue he's heart was pounding with great speed.

Han Qichen leaned down. He held out his hand. His bony joints were clear. His beautiful hand took out the wrong brush and put it in the right position.

Han Qichen did all this in silence, but he didn't speak, but his silence made Xue he feel more uneasy.

After helping Xue he put all the brushes back to the right position, Han Qichen stood up straight.

"Why do you suddenly think of painting?" He asked again the question he had just asked.

Xue he likes painting very much. She especially likes the paintings of antis. When she was in University, she also chose painting.

However, since he married into the Han family, Xue he seldom touched these things again. I don't know what happened recently. He even began to pick up his brush.

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