After a long time, Chi Ran stopped writing, she stood up and looked at the drawing paper, very satisfied.

I haven't painted it for a long time, and I'm a little rusty, but fortunately I haven't forgotten it.

Chi Ran stretched her waist and moved her neck, she looked down and saw Xiaobai lying at her feet asleep, she looked around, looking for Fu Sicheng's figure, she saw him lying on the lazy chair, also asleep.

As the sun went down, the temperature here became a little cold, and Ikezome rubbed his arms, intending to go upstairs to get a light coat.

Ikezome moved the small wooden table in, put the painting on the table, pressed it, and then she went upstairs, she didn't expect that there was only one bedroom upstairs.

She went into the bedroom, went to get the suitcase, and when she opened it, it was empty, and she got up and opened the closet, and her clothes were neatly hung up.

She does not deny that Fu Sicheng is a very careful man, on the contrary, she is easy to forget things, if she is asked to clean up, she will definitely miss something, so every time Fu Sicheng goes on a business trip, he packs his luggage by himself, she helped him clean up once, but he passed it, he said that she packed up like she was going to escape.

Ji Ran picked up a thin shirt and put it on, and when she passed the dresser, she found her cosmetics on the table, neatly arranged, and there were quite a few jars.

She was a little shocked, she sat down in the chair and picked up the lipstick and looked at it, it was her favorite color recently, and Ikezome looked at the others, it was really a lot.

Wouldn't he, he even know that?

Chi Ran couldn't believe it, and he also thought it was incredible.

When did Fu Sicheng care about her so much?

Ji Ran put the cosmetics back in place, and there were a lot of waves in her heart, but at the same time, she was also admonishing herself.

Maybe she is self-inflicted, Fu Sicheng, how could she care about her.

Before going downstairs, Chi Ran still took a thin quilt downstairs, if he was sick, who would cook for her, she only sent him a quilt out of humanitarian spirit.

Chi Ran carried the thin quilt to the shed, she leaned over to look at him, shook off the quilt and covered him.

In the next second, her wrist was grabbed by the man, and then, she was already leaning on his arms, Chi Ran was about to get up, and he was pulled back by him just halfway through, Fu Sicheng put his arm around her waist and moved to the side, letting Chi Ran sleep next to him.

The two of them sleeping on the recliner looked a little crowded, and Chi Ran struggled, "Fu Sicheng, what are you doing." ”

Fu Sicheng leaned sideways and hugged Chi Ran in his arms, he pulled the thin quilt over the two of them, "Don't move, let me hold it for a while." ”

"Why should I give you a hug?" Ikezome said arrogantly.

"Because you're my woman, I can hug me if I want." Fu Sicheng buried it on her shoulder, and her voice was a little hoarse when she just woke up.

"Cut~" Ikezome pursed his lips.

Fu Sicheng's hand gradually went down, put his hand on her flat lower abdomen, and asked, "What do you want to eat at night?" ”

"I want to eat spicy."

Fu Sicheng opened his eyes, "Okay." ”

"Then you should hurry up and do it." Chi Dye urged him.

“……”

Fu Sicheng hugged Chi Ran and sat up together, Chi Ran felt that this recliner was so comfortable, she really wanted to lie down, she pushed him: "I'll lie here for a while." ”

"If you want to eat, you have to work to wash the vegetables and make a fire."

“…… I'll just lie down. ”

Fu Sicheng lay back down, he pressed Chi Ran to his chest, and then put his hand on her shoulder.

“……”

In the end, Chi Ran still went to the kitchen with Fu Sicheng.