"What to write?"

Wang Xie's words made Sheheng fall into contemplation in an instant.

It's just that what Sheheng didn't know was that when she fell into contemplation, she seemed to have completely lost her gorgeous coat, and she was no longer the graceful and dignified Duke of Weining, but more like a helpless little girl.

Wang Xie was also staring at Sheheng's pretty face at this time, quietly admiring it.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that Sheheng finally spoke: "It's better to take Liu Qin'er's "Yuan Xi." ”

"Yuan Xi?" Wang Xie was stunned, how could Sheheng be the same as Zhao Ji, and the opening of his mouth was the painting he wrote to Liu Qin'er, "Yuan Xi, is this painting so attractive?"

"What? Is there a problem? Seeing that Wang Xie had not put down his pen for a long time, Sheheng asked softly beside him.

"No, it's just that I'm not used to writing the same piece over and over again." Wang Xie casually made an excuse.

But when Sheheng heard Wang Xie's words, he suddenly became interested: "What, do you have any other works that have not yet been published?" ”

"Nope." Wang Xie shook his head slightly, but after seeing Sheheng's somewhat disappointed face, he added, "But if you have a favorite theme, then maybe there is." ”

"It's like we're at the wine table today, and I ask you to compose a poem?" After hearing Wang Xie's answer, Sheheng immediately asked with a happy face.

"That's right! If you like "Yuan Xi's words, the long and short sentences are fine! Wang Xie nodded and replied.

Looking at Wang Xie's confident appearance, She Heng suddenly felt that the man in front of him was a lot more handsome.

"Then if I come up with a question, it won't be as simple as the wine table." Although Sheheng was looking forward to it in his heart, his face was still like a breeze.

"Haha, just tell me what theme you want." Wang Xie replied confidently.

After hearing Wang Xie's reply, Sheheng thought seriously for a while, and then slowly said to Wang Xie: "In the autumn season, after the feast, I have to experience the pain of parting, and I don't know when I can meet again, so I want a lovesickness." ”

She Heng spoke very slowly, and there seemed to be a trace of desolation on her white face, but when she said this, her eyes were still wrapped around Wang Xie.

Wang Xie felt Sheheng's expectant gaze, but he twisted his body uncomfortably, and then slowly lowered his head, as if he was looking at the white rice paper in a daze.

Silence, endless silence.

"If you really don't, then forget it, I'll send you back."

In the end, it was Sheheng who opened her mouth to break the silence, but she seemed to be a little difficult when she said this, and when Wang Xie looked up, she found that Sheheng had already turned her head away, and her eyes seemed to be looking out of the window.

"Yes, how not." Wang Xie sorted out his emotions and said with a forced smile.

When Sheheng turned around again, Wang Xie had already written the title.

"A cut of plum, red lotus fragrance remnant jade autumn

"A cut of plums? Word brand name? She Heng looked at Wang Xie who was like a god, and couldn't help but read it softly.

The red lotus fragrance remnants of jade in autumn, lightly dissolve Luo Shang, and go on the Lanzhou alone. Who in the clouds sent the brocade book? When the word goose returns, the moon is full in the west building. 】

Flowers float and water flow freely, a kind of lovesickness, two sorrows. There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I frowned, but I was in my heart. 】

The book pays attention to one go, so what Sheheng reads is not even as fast as Wang Xie wrote, but when Sheheng finished reading, he looked at the last sentence in a daze.

"I just frowned, but I was in my heart], it's really well written!"

Since she Heng read the words written by Wang Xie, he has been a little absent-minded.

So after a few simple words, Sheheng personally sent Wang Xie out of the Royal Summer Resort. However, because the sky was already a little dark, she Heng took Wang Xie directly to the side door, so that Wang Xie could walk home for ten minutes after going out.

As for the car that Wang Xie put at the door when he came, naturally there were staff members to help drive it back.

After sending Wang Xie away, when Sheheng returned to the tea room, he first carefully hung Wang Xiegang's "A Cut of Plums" on the wall.

Then she kicked off the shoes on her jade feet and curled herself up on the couch across the wall, staring at the words in a daze.

"Miss? Miss? ”

When Sheheng came back to his senses from his daze, he found that it was Wang Ma who was calling herself.

Wang Ma looked at Sheheng distressedly, and couldn't help but persuade: "You have been busy all day today, otherwise you should rest early today." ”

"It's okay, I'm not very tired." She Heng shook his head, and was stunned for a while, before he lazily got up and walked to the table, and copied the words Wang Xie.

Looking at what he wrote, and then looking at what Wang Xie wrote on the wall, She Heng threw the brush away, and returned to his bedroom with Wang Ma's worried eyes.

……

The other side.

While the sky is not completely dark.

Wang Xie followed the path to No. 8 Dongshan Villa, his home.

Because of the road that Zhao Huanhuan drove just now, when Wang Xie returned home, Xie Huanhuan had just arrived.

Wang Xie pushed the door in.

Xie Huanhuan was sitting on the sofa in the living room at the moment, smiling and telling Liu Qin'er about Wang Xie's great power today, while Liu Qin'er was sitting at the opposite table, taking small sips of the food specially sent by Xie Huanhuan.

Seeing Wang Xie come in, Xie Huanhuan subconsciously stood up, while Liu Qin'er raised her eyebrows: "Hey, Xiao Xie came back so soon?" Didn't that woman excuse you to stay overnight? ”

Listening to Liu Qin'er's words full of vinegar, Wang Xie couldn't help but step forward with a smile, and then rubbed Liu Qin'er's cheeks with both hands and teased: "Is this still our cold and glamorous diva?" It's a small vinegar jar. ”

Liu Qin'er's delicate face was constantly deformed in Wang Xie's hands, but it looked a little cute.

"Hmph." Liu Qin'er broke away from Wang Xie's hands, and then glanced at Wang Xie again: "The little vinegar jar is not forced by you, our family temple is small, and it can't accommodate a big Buddha like the Duke." ”

At this time, the simple Xie Huanhuan finally heard what Liu Qin'er meant, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Huh?" Are you talking about Sister Sheheng? I don't think Sister Sheheng has that kind of meaning to Wang Xie. ”

Xie Huanhuan's words can be said to add fuel to the fire, so Liu Qin'er rolled her eyes at Wang Xie again, and then said to Xie Huanhuan: "Then I have to ask our family's 'family master', do you two have anything." ”

"No, nothing." Wang Xie heard Liu Qin'er's words and hurriedly expressed his attitude.

Xie Huanhuan realized that he seemed to have said the wrong thing at this time, so he couldn't help but stick out his tongue, and then sat back on the sofa as if he didn't know anything.

But in fact, Wang Xie is also a little strange now.

He looked at Liu Qin'er, who was eating at the table, and then at Xie Huanhuan, who was sitting on the sofa.

These two, when did they have such a good relationship.

Wang Xie, who hadn't figured it out for a long time, finally smiled.

Forget it, don't want to.

This is a good thing for me after all.

Isn't it?!