Under the guidance of Jieyu, in the quiet of the night, Han Shuang drove into a high-end community. For this house, Han Shuang is still very impressed.

After all, here I personally helped Jieyu draw a full-body sketch of the truth.

"Huh? Have you renovated? Opening the door and looking at the renovated living room, Han Shuang couldn't help asking.

The last time I visited, the living room was empty, there was no home, just a large studio with finished or semi-finished drawing paper scattered everywhere.

Now, not only has it been repainted, but a lot of homes have been added, and it has a homely atmosphere.

"That's right!" Jieyu didn't explain too much, and hurriedly ran into the kitchen, and then shouted at Han Shuang: "The things in the refrigerator are still edible, can you help me make a bowl of noodles?" Originally, Han Shuang was also a little hungry, but when he heard her shout, he suddenly came to his senses.

When he came to the kitchen, Han Shuang was suddenly shocked by the full amount of ingredients in the refrigerator.

"Do you often live here?"

"I can't stop it!"

"Is there anyone else living here?"

"Nope!" Han Shuang's mind didn't turn for a while, and he wondered: "Since it's an empty house, why are you buying so many things?" Aren't you afraid of mold? If I remember correctly, you haven't been back to Midtown for half a month, have you? Jieyu looked at Han Shuang with a mournful look, as if to blame him for his sluggish mind, and then pouted, and said angrily: "I want you to take care of it!" Han Shuang didn't have the heart to get to the bottom of it for a while, and after taking out some ingredients, he ordered two bowls of beautiful green vegetable egg noodles.

"Well, it's better than what I made." When it was time to feast, Jieyu gave a positive approval.

"Don't shoot, don't forget to brush the dishes and chopsticks after eating."

"Oh." Jieyu replied a little embarrassed. After a while, he asked Han Shuang: "How did you brush the bowl?" Han Shuang was stunned for a while, if others asked him, he would definitely feel hypocritical, he had lived so much, hadn't he ever brushed the bowl?

can be replaced by Jieyu, he thinks it is very possible. This girl is in the Tang family, she is really a princess-like existence!

Not to mention anything else, in the two days in Shicheng, Tang Laosan really cared for her! If you need a little bit of effort, he will do it all!

I'm afraid I'll make Jieyu tired. But Han Shuang is not ready to get used to her, he is already lazy enough, and the other half must be diligent!

"The faucet will turn on, right?"

"Hmm."

"Put the dishes and chopsticks in the basin, turn on the faucet, and squeeze a little detergent......"

"Still squeezing detergent? Isn't my hand hurting? ”

"How can it be so exaggerated! Aren't there rubber gloves? Just put it on. ”

"Oh, okay." Wiping his mouth, Han Shuang walked to the bedroom satisfied. In this boudoir of Jieyu, not to mention the girlish atmosphere, you can also smell a faint fragrance, and the key bedding and bedspreads are pink.

For a while, Han Shuang was embarrassed to strip and go to bed.

"Smack!" Han Shuang heard the crisp sound of the chopsticks breaking in his ears. Needless to say, it must have been Jieyu who accidentally fell to the ground while washing the dishes.

Huh! This girl is really born with a rich life. Ignoring her, Han Shuang lifted the futon and lay in.

It's too soft. After driving in the middle of the night, Han Shuang felt a little tired, and he was sleepy as soon as he got on the pillow. In a daze, he felt a softer object against him...... In this way, the originally tired body once again increased its burden.

...... The next day, Han Shuang slowly opened his eyes, looked at Jieyu lying on top of him, and was a little depressed for a while.

No wonder I dreamed that my chest was a little stuffy and I couldn't breathe, but now the cause has been found. Let's just say, being pressed by a woman of nearly 100 pounds in the middle of the night, who can breathe smoothly?

Of the three women he experienced, Jieyu was definitely the most noisy. Ling Meinan is crazy before going to bed, she is very quiet after falling asleep, and when she wakes up many times, she is curled up on the side of the bed alone.

Dou Liangyu's sleeping posture is the same as her character, very calm, as long as she is given an arm. Only Jieyu, just like a monkey, has to sleep on his stomach!

Even if she stops it before going to bed, when she wakes up, she will always lie on her stomach accurately. Of course, there is another woman who has also made a breakthrough in his relationship, but Han Shuang has never spent even one night with her.

Thinking of Jiang He, Han Shuang couldn't help but feel a little sad. If time could come all over again, he would be gentle with her.

After remembering for a while, Han Shuang gently raised Jieyu's arm and prepared to get up. As soon as he raised it, the snow-white arm suddenly returned to its original position restlessly.

Han Shuang slapped her buttocks and said angrily: "I'm all awake, why are you still pretending to be asleep?" After being exposed, Jieyu muttered: "People have just woken up!" ”

"It's almost noon, get up!"

"Nope! I'm going to hold you to sleep for a while! For this kind of childish behavior, Han Shuang was a little helpless.

However, he also has a corresponding way to make Jieyu obedient.

"You can't afford to get up? If I can't afford it, I'll ...... "'Whoosh!'" Jieyu suddenly slipped off Han Shuang's body, with a cute expression of resentment,

"Why do you have so much energy! I hear from the book that you can't be too ..... Too often, it's not good for your health. Han Shuang showed a hint of pride in the success of his plan,

"I know it's not good for my health, so I will lie on me less in the future. You're so charismatic, I can't guarantee that you'll be able to hold it all the time. ”

"Giggles, it's not easy to hear compliments from your mouth." Looking at Han Shuang who was dressed, Jieyu looked pitiful,

"Han Shuang, are you leaving?" Han Shuang also heard Jieyu's reluctance, how could he not know the real purpose of her coming back with him?

Don't you just want to be with yourself? But I really don't have time to kiss me. Let's not talk about the school and the company, I haven't seen Xiao Dou for almost a month, this time I have to meet when I return to Midtown, right?

Not to mention the crew, for this kind of high-quality shooting requirements, Wang Fugui can't control the situation at all.

But in the face of Jieyu's pitiful tone, Han Shuang couldn't bear to refuse for a while. For the sake of the exhibition, she is a pampered rich princess, even if she doesn't say it, Han Shuang also knows the cumbersome nature of the exhibition.

She must have suffered a lot. The next step is to establish a foundation and build an art museum, all of which she needs to do herself.

If it weren't for yourself...... Thinking of this, Han Shuang smiled: "I didn't say I was leaving!" I'll get up and cook! What do you want to eat? ”...... Although he didn't leave, Han Shuang was not idle.

The exhibition sells a few paintings each time, and although it doesn't sell much, how can there be so many art exhibitions!

In the long run, the more works are sold, and fewer and fewer paintings are on display. Originally, he wanted to squeeze out time to paint some more works, and Jieyu's house was originally a studio, so, under the banner of companionship, Han Shuang painted all day.

For Jieyu, as long as Han Shuang was dangling in front of her eyes, she felt inexplicably happy. It doesn't matter what he does.

Besides, she usually likes to draw, and she doesn't enjoy painting with the people she likes!

In this way, although the two were in the same room, they sat on both sides, and although they lived together for a day, they had little conversation. One person is holding a drawing board, you are busy with yours, and I will draw mine.

Although there is not much language exchange, this kind of spiritual integration makes Jieyu more satisfying. Because what she yearns for most is this platonic love.

Brackets, bidirectional. In the evening, Han Shuang painted two medium-sized works, Jieyu's painting was more complicated, and his talent was far from being compared with Han Shuang, resulting in one being unfinished.

Just at this time, Tang Jieshan called. After hanging up the phone, Jieyu asked Han Shuang: "Dad asked me to go home for dinner, do you want to follow along?" Han Shuang shook his head,

"I'm not going, I'll visit another day."

"Okay." Jieyu didn't say anything, but a trace of loss flashed in her eyes.