The woman in the painting has her back to everyone, covered with a quilt, revealing most of her beautiful back, and her face is not clear, only a soft hair, resting on a pink pillow, the quilt is thin, half-covering the curves of the woman in the painting, and the whole painting has a hazy beauty that wants to talk about it.

Joan stared at the painting, glancing at her pink pillow, the thin quilt covering her body, and ...... Not a wisp of the body.

Qiao An silently pulled the quilt, took a pill to restore her strength, pulled the quilt and got out of bed, opened the wardrobe, found a conservative pair of clothes and pants, and put them on.

After dressing and washing, she went out of the room and saw Jing Jie serving the soup on the table.

Jing Jie raised his head when he heard the movement.

"Come over for dinner."

His expression was calm, with an apron, and he looked like a good family man.

But Joan knew it was a beast!

The thought of yesterday made her angry.

At first, she thought he was trying to take her for a ride, but the man pulled up in a hidden wood, got out of the car, opened the passenger door, pulled her out of the car, grabbed her by the waist, and pushed her onto the pile of snacks.

And then......

Joan clenched her fists.

And then that pile of snacks can't be returned to Beisansan.

But no matter how angry she was, Qiao An wouldn't be unable to get along with herself, so she obediently ate first to save energy, and found that today's dishes were generally sweeter than yesterday.

It's also more in line with her current appetite.

"You changed it on purpose?"

"Yes." Jing Jie raised his eyes and looked at Qiao An: "Don't you like sweet?" I changed the recipe, do you think it's okay? ”

Qiao An happily took a bite of Coke chicken wings, "En, it's much better than yesterday." ”

The corners of Jingjie's lips are slightly hooked.

After eating, Jing Jie was about to wash the dishes, and Qiao An suddenly asked, "You painted that painting in the room?" ”

"Yes."

He learned this painting skill from his godmother, and then his godmother was gone, and this painting became a kind of sustenance.

When bored or passing the time, he will pick up a pen and draw.

Because of this, he is often ridiculed by the two of Stupid Ping and Big Stammer.

said that he pretended to be literary and artistic.

"Where's the paint? You painted me a picture that looks so good, and I want to paint one for you too. ”

Jing Jie's action of cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks paused, then turned around to get paint for her, and set it up, Qiao An took a paint pen decently, waved his hand and said: "Go wash the dishes, men are the most handsome when washing dishes!" I'll just draw you washing the dishes. ”

Jing Jie smiled, this woman called him so justifiably, it was really ......

If his peers knew about it, he was afraid that his jaw would drop in surprise.

But what can be done?

He leaned over and kissed Joan on the forehead.

He's willing.

Jing Jie went to wash the dishes.

Qiao An took the pen and made a decent gesture, and then hooked a few strokes, and when Qiao An said that the painting was done, Jing Jie had already washed the dishes and put the dishes on the shelf, took the apron, and walked over to take a look.

There's nothing on the painting.

There was only one cat standing in front of the sink washing dishes.

Joan wrote two crooked but very special words next to the cat: Jing Cat.

Then he pointed to the cat and said, "This is you." ”

Jingjie: "......"

Jing Jie put his hand on Qiao An's shoulder and said, "With me, what about you?" Where are you? ”

Qiao An thought about it, dipped a little red paint, and hooked a few more strokes, a red cat with a leather whip standing on the side with a fierce milk appeared on the paper, Qiao An used a very imposing and very atmospheric font, and wrote two big words on the side of the red cat: Qiao An.

After writing, he took the pen and raised his eyebrows at Jing Jie.

"Well, it's very vivid."

Jing Ring looked at the two cats and the one in a different font

This is really discriminating.

He glanced at Qiao An silently, and when he saw Qiao An's little appearance, he couldn't help but bend down and wrap his arms around her waist, pick her up in the way of a princess, and then raise his eyebrows, "Then try it?" ”

Later, Joan knew what it was too easy to say...... Bend your waist.