There is a cute wife at home: Mr. President, please hold on

Chapter 892

He Lianquan's voice was quite unpredictable, but no matter how illusory the voice was, Zhen Jiabao could clearly distinguish the meaning of Helian Quan's words.

Is this going to be a human again?Zhen Jiabao suddenly turned over with difficulty and wanted to escape from the side, but He Lianquan grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

He Lianquan had already put on a bathrobe, but Zhen Jiabao's body was still chilly. In Helian Quan's eyes, it was another burst of fire.

So they didn't eat dinner that night until close to the early morning. Uncle Ji stood outside their door with a stern face, especially when he handed over the tray to Helian Quan.

He Lianquan's hair was wet when he took the food from Uncle Ji. He had just washed Zhen Jiabao in the bathroom, although he messed around in the bathroom halfway... Well, these things don't have to be let Uncle Ji knows.

Uncle Ji looked at his young master with a bit of resentment. Some time ago, he looked like a human being. Why did he just rest at home for a day...

Nonsense!What if the beautiful, kind and kind wife of his family was hungry?

Uncle Ji hesitated to speak, but after thinking about it, he had no position to criticize Helian Quan, so in the end he could only say to Helian Quan "kindly", "Young Master, it's fine for you to wet your hair, but you must put it on." Madam's hair is dried before eating."

After saying this, Uncle Ji closed the door, and Helian Quan stood at the door speechlessly with a tray in his hand. After a long time, he turned around and went back.

Zhen Jiabao was lying on the bed now, his eyes were vacant, his body was weak, he really didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.

He Lianquan was very inhuman when he was not a human being, and he didn't even hesitate to toss him. Zhen Jiabao gritted his teeth in hatred, but he couldn't do anything to him.

If he dared to fight back against He Lianquan now, He Lianquan would definitely take this opportunity to punish him again... Zhen Jiabao had already seen through He Lianquan, so naturally he would not take such unnecessary revenge .

At this time, He Lianquan returned to his usual considerateness and gentleness. He took a spoon and fed the porridge into Zhen Jiabao's mouth one by one.

Zhen Jiabao was already very hungry at this time, and she swallowed mouthfuls completely by instinct, and her eyelids were fighting a little while eating...

On the second day, Zhen Jiabao slept on the bed until he was exposed to the sun until he got up, went downstairs with his limp body, and Uncle Ji who found Zhen Jiabao immediately greeted him with tears in his eyes.

The current Zhen Jiabao looked extremely weak in Uncle Ji's eyes, and he felt a little bit more complaining about He Lianquan in his heart. Uncle Ji immediately took Zhen Jiabao to the restaurant, and added a few more layers of cushions on Zhen Jiabao's seat.

"Ma'am, this is the chicken soup that our kitchen has been cooking since early in the morning, drink it quickly—"

Zhen Jiabao looked at the table, and the meals on the table were basically nourishing, especially this bowl of chicken soup. When Zhen Jiabao looked in the small pot of chicken soup, all kinds of expensive ingredients were in it. .

It seemed that they had already seen the nonsense between himself and He Lianquan last night. Zhen Jiabao blushed and drank the bowl of chicken soup with difficulty.

Uncle Ji looked at Zhen Jiabao drinking the chicken soup with particularly gratified eyes, as if he was looking at his suffering little baby. Zhen Jiabao has always been more distressing than He Lianquan.

At this time, Lu Xue just finished her morning class and was sending her tutor away from Xishan Villa. She caught up with Zhen Jiabao having dinner in the restaurant, so she came to say hello.

"Sister Jiabao stayed up late yesterday working hard with Brother Helian. Uncle Ji said that Sister Jiabao didn't wake up so late. How long did she work yesterday?"

Lu Xue spoke to Zhen Jiabao with concern, her tone was sweet and naive, with a kind of innocence that made Zhen Jiabao blush.

Uncle Ji also coughed twice at the side. Lu Xue didn't know what they were embarrassed about, but just watched Zhen Jiabao eat mouthful by mouthful.

"However, brother Helian ate at the same time as usual today. I saw that brother Helian's meals were all bitter gourds and green vegetables, which were not at all the same as sister Jiabao's."

Lu Xuetian's innocent and ignorant words rang in Zhen Jiabao's ears again. Lu Xue didn't know what it was for, but it was impossible for Zhen Jiabao not to know.

Uncle Ji stood by the dining table and lowered his head in shame. He also made this decision because he saw that the young master was too impatient.

Unexpectedly, Zhen Jiabao had no intention of blaming Uncle Ji at all. She gritted her teeth at Lu Xue with a smile and said, "It's good for everyone if he eats more bitter melon."

Lu Xue nodded half-understood, and said excitedly to Zhen Jiabao: "One more thing, Sister Xin Ya called today and said that I have made an agreement with Master KRIS, and I can find a day to go there during this period of time. Their wedding venue, meet Master KRIS."

Lu Xue put her hands next to her cheeks, and she fell into an indescribable joy again, while Zhen Jiabao breathed a sigh of relief, and took another sip of the smooth chicken soup.

Thinking that He Lianquan ate bitter melon and green vegetables today, Zhen Jiabao felt that the chicken soup in his mouth was even more fragrant.

Serve it right, hum!

Lu Xue originally wanted to take the opportunity to meet Master KRIS as soon as possible. After all, this meeting was something she had been looking forward to for a long time, but when it really came to this time, Lu Xue realized that she really didn't dare.

After all, I was just an ordinary high school student, and Gu Ruiyu and Xin Ya only took advantage of Zhen Jiabao's help to meet Master KRIS, while Lu Xue herself was nothing.

So Lu Xue thought that she should at least bring a painting to meet Master KRIS. After all, it is always not good to meet Master KRIS empty-handed. However, the Master's status is so high, and he must not be able to afford a gift that he can afford. superior.

So Lu Xue finally decided to use her own work as a meeting ceremony. Even if her level is not good, but in terms of sincerity, she shouldn't be hated.

After Lu Xue decided on this point, she buried herself in the studio every day, trying very hard to draw the most satisfying painting to dedicate to Master KRIS, but maybe it was because of her motives when painting. Impure, so the things I draw are not very satisfactory to me.

Zhen Jiabao, who had regained his physical strength, took some time to visit Lu Xue in the studio, who was caught in a strange circle. He picked up a discarded paper ball from the ground, opened it and looked at it.

Now the floor of the studio is almost covered with discarded paper balls, Lu Xue sat in front of the easel, her face was stained with paint, she didn't even know it.

She drew carefully and meticulously one by one, and she had to think carefully for a long time before she dropped each stroke, and then she dared to let the tip of the pen fall on the picture.

It's a pity that after she made a fortune, she suddenly felt that she didn't handle it well in this place, so she wanted to take the drawing paper off the easel and throw it away.

Zhen Jiabao rescued the painting before Lu Xue could do it, and held it in his hands for a closer look.

"Sister Jiabao... this drawing is not good, let me draw another one, don't look at it!"

There was awkwardness in Lu Xue's voice, and a little unknown expectation, while Zhen Jiabao dragged his chin and looked at the painting.

"Why throw away this painting? I think you did a good job on this painting!"

It is indeed not bad. Lu Xue is neither an art student nor has she ever learned painting systematically. However, there seems to be a talent for painting. Therefore, in Zhen Jiabao's eyes, the paintings Lu Xue draws are at least comfortable.

Naturally, Lu Xue also knew that the painting he drew was not bad, but since it was going to be given to Master KRIS as a gift, it couldn't just be 'not bad'.

What she wants is a painting that she thinks is perfect, which is worthy of giving to Master KRIS through her own hands.

Zhen Jiabao understood Lu Xue's mentality somewhat, but she didn't take it seriously.

"Xiaoxue, do you think that the self-perfect painting that you draw with all your strength will have the same evaluation from KRIS?"

Zhen Jiabao thought for a while and asked.

Lu Xue shook her head honestly.

Zhen Jiabao clapped his hands, then shrugged.

"You see, you also know that the perfect painting you think may not get that high evaluation from KRIS, so why do you have to deliberately pursue what you think is perfect?"

Zhen Jiabao put the painting that Lu Xue wanted to throw away, but didn't throw it away, on the easel again, and unfolded the paper ball that Lu Xue picked up from the ground, and showed it to Lu Xue together.

"If you look at these two paintings together, I feel that the clothes picked up from the ground are more comfortable, because at least it seems that you were in a slightly relaxed mood when you painted this painting."

Zhen Jiabao could tell that Lu Xue's spirit had stretched to a critical point. If she didn't come to persuade her, she might be driven crazy by herself.

Lu Xue looked at the two paintings, she had a certain talent in art, so she didn't need to explain too much what Zhen Jiabao said, she already figured it out.

"The lines and pictures I draw with all my strength are actually more rigid and deliberate, not as relaxed and comfortable as the previous ones."

Lu Xue looked at the two paintings in front of her thoughtfully, then blinked her dry eyes.

"That's right, although I'm not very familiar with art, but I think the feelings of these two paintings should be the same. You also said that Master KRIS's art style is changeable, but in the end, gentleness is the key. Kernel, do you think that with a character like Master KRIS, he would like works that are too blunt?"

Zhen Jiabao's guidance pointed out a new path for Lu Xue. Finally, Lu Xue let go of herself and put down the paintbrush in her hand.

Zhen Jiabao reached out to wipe the dried paint on Lu Xue's face, and the dried paint turned into powder and stuck to Zhen Jiabao's fingers. She smiled and said to Lu Xue: "Otherwise, would you like to go with me to see the scenery outside?" ?It is said that looking at these scenery more can also make you feel more relaxed!"

After another two days, Lu Xue presented a painting that she was satisfied with.

"Sister Jiabao, come and see—"

Lu Xue's painting was drawn in the rose garden carefully cultivated by Uncle Ji. On that day, Lu Xue was brought into this garden by Zhen Jiabao, and she immediately fell in love with this splendid and extravagant scene.

The green leaves and bright red flowers set off each other, and the beauty of a mighty sea of ​​flowers made Lu Xue even a little breathless. This rose flower has not been modified too much, so it grows very wild and proud.

Wearing a white dress, Zhen Jiabao folded a rose on the seaside of flowers. Lu Xue also remembered that light gesture in her heart, and then drew it on the screen.