When Mu Qing and Lin Fei returned to the wooden house, as soon as they got out of the car, they saw Mu Yunye painting in the yard.

"Dad, I'm back!"

Mu Qing stepped on the dark stake in the roses, threw herself into Mu Yunye's arms, and skillfully wrapped her arms around her father's neck.

"Why is it a rose again? Don't you have anything else in your eyes but roses? ”

Looking at the delicate roses on the drawing board, Mu Qing was a little disappointed and pouted aggrievedly.

"If you paint the same subject every time, it won't sell for much!"

Mu Yunye held the small bun and put it on the swing, sat back again, and changed a piece of drawing paper, "Okay, then what do you want me to draw?" ”

Mu Qing's eyes purred in circles, thinking seriously.

"Otherwise, just draw me! Yes, just draw me, I'm so big, you haven't painted a portrait of me yet! ”

Mu Yunye's hand holding the paintbrush paused, the little bun looks too similar to her mother, how many years have I not painted a portrait of Yiqing?

Looking at the smiling little bun, I was suddenly a little relieved.

She said she never loved me, maybe it was true.

Maybe I don't have love for her either, I just like her as if it was a habit.

Forget it, it's time to let go, I love you like I love Xiao Baozi, and I will double my love for you on Xiao Baozi.

Perhaps, that's what you want.

When he came back to his senses, he responded with a doting "yes", and the paintbrush in his hand began to fly.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Lin Fei, who was still standing at the door, felt that at that moment, the gloomy aura on Master Mu's body had decreased a little.

At the same time, I was a little shocked, how many years ago was the last time he painted a human figure?

The world only knows the internationally renowned painter John is famous for his roses, he loves roses more than those pearls and gemstones, and the roses in his paintings bloom in all seasons, so people say that he only has roses in his eyes.

Only Lin Fei knew that in his eyes, there was only one woman who loved roses, even if she was gone, he still planted a garden full of roses, spoiled her daughter, and gave all his tenderness to two women, one was Xiao Baozi, and the other was Xiao Baozi's mother.

Lin Fei looked at Mu Yunye, who was painting seriously, and suddenly felt a little satisfied.

Although you don't love me, as long as I see you happy, I am so happy. Even if your gentleness is not given to me.

Lin Fei pressed the hidden button on the wooden door, and a retractable road appeared above the rose garden, leading to the wooden house.

Although Lin Fei and Mu Yunye both worked in the Blazing Soul Organization before, her skills did not fall behind Mu Yunye at all, but since she withdrew from the organization with Mu Yunye, Lin Fei preferred to be a woman, a woman who could be seen by Mu Yunye.

The high-heeled shoes stepped on the steel road, and there was a crisp footstep sound of "step, step, step".

Mu Yunye turned her head and showed a shallow smile at Lin Fei, "You're back." ”

was a very plain greeting, but it set off a storm in Lin Fei's heart.

Did he just smile at me?

Suddenly I felt that the sky was so blue, and even the roses that she had always been jealous of seemed to be a little cute.

Immersed in his own happiness, I feel that my steps are much lighter.

"Ahh Mu Qing pointed in Lin Fei's direction and stood up nervously.

Lin Fei: Wait, brisk?

Looking at the right foot that stepped on the air, Lin Fei, who had always been calm, was also shocked, "Ah! ”

The roots of these roses are poisonous, so no one who trespasses will end well.

At the moment when Lin Fei was weightless, a gust of wind hit, and Lin Fei landed steadily in Mu Yunye's arms.

Lin Fei opened his eyes and saw the cold and resolute jaw, and could even hear the powerful heartbeat from the resolute chest.

"Be careful when you walk."

Mu Yunye put Lin Fei down and walked back to the easel to complete the last stroke.

Lin Fei's face flushed all of a sudden, and he was happy to get his beloved lollipop like a child, and rushed into the wooden house at once, thus missing the smile raised at the corner of Mu Yunye's mouth.

Mu Qing looked at the shy Lin Fei and felt a little uncomfortable, how could such a cold person be shy?

Delusion for sure!

But Dad, how do you explain the curvature of the corners of your mouth?

Are you going to do something?

Mu Qing was still in shock, Mu Yunye had already finished the painting, and beckoned to the little bun in a daze, "Little bun, go back to the house!" ”

Mu Qing answered and followed back to the wooden house.