Huo Shao's wrongly married sweet wife

Huo Yanze thought, no matter what, you have to let go of your temper.

Because Ning Qian has a stomach problem, she can't go without eating for a long time.

He opened the door and entered the studio.

A woman works intently on a painting, next to a canvas soaked in dirty water.

Ning Qian was even wearing the dress she wore in the morning. There were a few oil painting stains on the light-colored skirt.

Her expression was extremely calm, her eyebrows were stretched out, and her shallow pupils were shining with water, as if the colors on the oil painting could be rendered and reflected on her body.

At this moment, Ning Qian's whole body seemed to be glowing.

Huo Yanze looked at this scene, his heart seemed to be hit by something soft.

Itchy, lingering.

He moved a chair casually, sat behind Ning Qian's side, and conveniently put the supper he brought on the small table.

"Still angry? Ning Qian, eat something first, you have a stomach problem, it's not worth getting angry with me."

"I'm not angry with you, I want to finish the painting as soon as possible, Mr. Huo, go out if you have nothing to do." Ning Qian said blankly.

She didn't bother to guess what the man gave her, what was the reason behind it?
The main reason is that she doesn't care, and she doesn't want to be bought by these sporadic good intentions.

"You can draw anytime, you don't need to be in such a hurry."

Huo Yanze's voice was still cold, but it had a little more warmth.

"No, I accepted the order and will deliver it to the employer tomorrow." Ning Qian was not a talkative person, she fell silent after saying a few words.

"Understood, you can draw. I am responsible for this matter. I will tell Aunt Chen later that no outsiders are allowed to come upstairs. There is also the issue of compensation. I will go to Ning Xiaoqian."

"I hope you don't get me wrong."

After Huo Yanze finished speaking, he didn't even plan to leave, so he sat next to the woman and watched.

Ning Qian felt a little nervous.

"Why don't you go out and rest, it's getting late." Ning Qian issued an order to evict the guests.

"Wait until you finish eating."

When Ning Qian heard this, she looked at the canvas resignedly, and finally went to wash her hands and eat.

The woman was eating small bites, and in Huo Yanze's eyes, she felt as cute as a little squirrel.

Huo Yanze felt that she was really stupid.

If she had accepted the order, she could have solved it in a better way and allowed him to restrain Chen Xiong in cooperation, but in the end it turned out like this.

What's more, even if she doesn't paint, so what, he still can't afford to support her?

Huo Yanze thought in his heart.

After that, the two stayed in the studio like this for two or three hours.

Ning Qian hasn't finished drawing yet.

But Huo Yanze never left.

His behavior made Ning Qian somewhat complicated.

In her previous living environment, she had never accepted such twisted kindness, and she didn't know how to face it.

The man was covered in spikes, always pushing back her approaching steps.

Ning Qian would not approach, let alone reveal her tenderness.

"I'm sorry, I misunderstood you this morning, I thought you valued that project...for keeping you here for so long, you...thank you."

Ning Qian raised her head and said that her eyes were still bright, but she was a little more tired.

"It's okay, it's human nature, no need to apologize, let alone thank you."

Huo Yanze paused here.

Swallow back the words deep in your throat.

【As your husband, this is what you should do. I feel guilty for letting you draw until late at night...】

So far, men have not understood some appropriate communication methods.

At first, Huo Yanze thought she was the kind of gold digger who didn't know how deep she was, but later she gradually discovered something special.

She cooks delicious food, and many professional cooks can't match her.

She is also good at painting, at least better than many emerging artists.

He felt that his wife had many advantages, but he was deceived at first, so he didn't see anything!
Huo Yanze thought, his eyes became deeper and more gloomy, almost fixed on the woman.

While Ning Qian was drawing and drawing, she felt a little sleepy.

She has been painting for so long, her wrists have long been sore, and now that she is in the final stage, her eyes are so sore that she can't hold on anymore.

When Huo Yanze was about to say a few words to her again.

But she found that Ning Qian had fallen asleep, half of her face was covered tightly, her skin was too fair, only her cheeks were slightly rosy.

The neck is drooping slightly.

In Huo Yanze's heart, there seemed to be a puddle of cold snow melting quietly.

How tired is this woman that she fell asleep while sitting?
He looked up at the canvas in front of him, and realized that the painting was almost finished, so he didn't intend to wake Ning Qian up.

Instead, cautiously and somewhat slowly, he embraced Ning Qian's legs, stroked the woman's back, and hugged her up.

He had never hugged a woman like this before.

"Well... I haven't finished drawing..."

Ning Qian whispered, her eyes opened slightly, with a little water vapor in them.

It seemed that she was extremely sleepy, and she didn't realize that she was being hugged by Huo Yanze in the air, but she felt a little crowded, and she was getting farther and farther away from the painting.

"It's okay, I'm done painting, I'll take you back to your room to sleep."

Huo Yanze said in a deep voice, with a little tenderness in his voice, he carried her into the master bedroom and put her gently on the bed.

The woman sank into the quilt, her face flushed red.

A pair of eyes were originally opened a small slit, but when faced with the light above the head, it seemed to be stimulated, so she pulled a pillow cutely and buried her head in it.

Huo Yanze was worried that she would be bored, so he took the pillow away.

The woman finally opened her eyes and saw the person in front of her clearly.

"Don't touch me, get out...this is my room..."

He muttered a few words, with a somewhat impatient tone, then closed his eyes, lay down on the bed, and squeezed into the quilt.

"Ok?"

Huo Yanze showed doubts on his face, but his handsome face somehow evoked a smile.

He took a few wet wipes from the bedside, grabbed Ning Qian's hand, and began to carefully wipe the paint on them.

White and clean hands, white jade flawless, weak and boneless.

How can you create such a powerful painting?

The man didn't think about it anymore, he looked at Ning Qian on the bed, and his breathing was short for a moment.

Then turn off the light.

The room suddenly fell into darkness.

He should have sent Ning Qian to the second bedroom, but...

Huo Yanze lay down on the bed, and slowly touched the woman's soft wrists, arms, and shoulders...

He rubbed Ning Qian into his arms.

The cool breath stretched into the tip of the nose, and the warm body felt, after being wrapped in the blanket for too long, even felt a little hot.

By Ning Qian's side, he would sleep well every time.

But why can't he get in touch with other women except the woman in the cave and Ning Qian now?

So, what exactly do Ning Qian and that woman have in common? !