Li Pian'er rolled her chin, obviously dissatisfied with this result, pointed to her clothes and said, "You also saw that I used the silver to buy a few clothes, and the rest was spent casually, and now it is gone." It's a good husband, you can give me some more, I promise to save flowers. ”

Feng Yaojue shook his head, and his tone was flat and gentle: "I really don't have it, I need to stay at the beginning of next month, just stay in the house these days, and accompany him more, I guess he has forgotten what your mother looks like." ”

"Hmph, miser, you'll find a reason to prevaricate me. He's so old that he won't remember what I look like, okay? The fish only has a memory of seven seconds, and I guess his memory is not as good as that of the fish now. Li Pian'er pouted and walked to the soft collapse on the side, sat heavily, crossed her waist with her hands, and completely looked like a female man.

After sitting for a long time, I saw that Feng Yaojue didn't pay attention to her, but picked up the pen again and buried himself in writing. She was ruthless in her heart, and directly looked comfortable, leaning on the couch with one hand, staring at the thin figure not far away, with skillful movements in her hands, with an interesting look, and said: "If you don't give it to me, I'm not leaving, hum!" The view here is good, and this girl wants to sleep here. ”

"I'm glad you're here with me." Feng Yaojue glanced up at him, and spoke leisurely. It was unintentional, but it made Li Pian'er change her taste when she heard it, as if Feng Yaojue deliberately wanted to fight against her and find her unhappy.

Li Pian'er frowned at the willow leaves and frowned, and said mockingly: "I said husband, how narcissistic you are, narcissistic to the point of suffering from paranoia." ”

"Paranoia?" Feng Yaojue looked puzzled.

Li Pian'er didn't answer, blinking a pair of quaint apricot eyes and looking around, looking around, trying to find something new. In the end, his eyes fell on the painting that painted Feng Yaojue's beloved, and after carefully looking at it from top to bottom, he sighed: "This painting skill is really good, I am really ashamed of myself as a special student who studies art, and I can paint better than me." But this woman is not very beautiful, not even half of Scarlett Johansson. Your sweetheart? It's really in the eyes of a lover, tsk. ”

Her comparison between Western women and Eastern women is novel enough. However, different aesthetic views treat things differently, although Scarlett is beautiful, there is no comparison between the two, but each has its own characteristics.

Li Pian'er said that it sounded good, and she was an art specialty, and she said that it was hard to hear just to go through the back door, but in fact, her painting skills suffered miserably. Even if the painting skills are poor, even some art knowledge is only half-understood, and now he is embarrassed to compare in front of Feng Yaojue. You must know that the Song Dynasty can be said to be the world of literati, and the literati of the Song Dynasty are basically all masters of painting, with exquisite skills, and the value of any painting is immeasurable in modern times.

"Everything here, except for the painting, you can't touch it, everything else is fine." Feng Yaojue acquiesced to Li Pian'er's question, but did not show any dissatisfaction with Li Pian'er's vain discussion of his sweetheart's appearance.

Li Pian'er seemed to have a cool breeze blowing in her heart, and there was a faint loneliness in the faint coldness. She didn't know why she felt this way, it just felt awkward. She sorted out this inexplicable change in her mood, sighed softly and said, "It seems that I guessed correctly, really." Thinking about it, that Li Pian'er was really pitiful before, what is she, a tool for you to have a child. In the end, she attributed the little feeling in her heart to the resentment of the original Li Pian'er.