Addicted Pampering You: The Mysterious Pampered Wife of The Military Ye

Knowing that Shen Qinglan was thin-skinned, Fu Hengyi didn't tease her, and got up, "I'll cook breakfast, and you sleep a little longer."

Shen Qinglan shook her head, and when she woke up, she couldn't sleep.

Fu Hengyi got up and ignored the fact that he was not wearing clothes at all, so he walked to the closet to get his clothes and looked at the scratches on his back. Shen Qinglan's face became more uncomfortable and turned to look at him. .

It wasn't until Fu Hengyi had walked out of the bedroom that Shen Qinglan got up. She rubbed her sore waist and thigh, and she had to sigh that Fu's physical strength was really good.

Her body was very refreshing, and she finished the work last night. Shen Qinglan couldn't help but fall asleep, or Fu Hengyi took her to wash.

When she was washed, Fu Hengyi had already prepared her breakfast, and the egg pie plus a glass of milk.

Shen Qinglan didn't like drinking milk, but Fu Hengyi went home and prepared a glass of milk for her every day. Even if she didn't like Fu Hengyi's eyes, Shen Qinglan would drink it.

After breakfast, Shen Qinglan and Fu Hengyi stayed at home and watched TV without going anywhere. Originally, Fu Hengyi planned to take Shen Qinglan out for a walk today, but knew that Shen Qinglan was uncomfortable and decided to take a day off at home.

Fu Hengyi was sitting on the sofa, Shen Qinglan was nestled in his arms, and a TV show that seemed to be a youth TV show was boring.

After seeing it for a long time, Shen Qinglan fell asleep, listening to her even breathing, Fu Hengyi smiled softly, pulled a thin blanket on one side, covered her, and did not take Shen Qinglan to the bed. Who knew her It is easy to be awakened even when asleep.

In order to make her sleep more comfortable, Fu Hengyi kept this posture motionless. He looked down and quietly looked at her quiet sleeping face, and suddenly felt that his arms embraced the world at the moment.

When Shen Qinglan woke up, half of Fu Hengyi's body was numb.

"I'm asleep? Why didn't you wake me up?" Shen Qinglan just woke up, his eyes still a little confused.

"Looking at the smell of your sleep, you don't want to call it." Fu Hengyi said with a smile, not caring about the soreness of his arm.

Shen Qinglan got up from Fu Hengyi's arms. Fu Hengyi still kept the movement just now, he couldn't move now.

Shen Qinglan also noticed it naturally, squatted down, squeezed him, "If I fall asleep again, remember to wake me up." The fool just put himself on his pillow.

Fu Hengyi smiled indifferently, enjoying his wife's massage service, and should not be silent.

"Okay, that's all right." When the body recovered a little bit of consciousness, Fu Hengyi let Shen Qinglan stop it, fearing she was tired.

"What do you want to eat at noon, I'll make it."

Shen Qinglan just woke up and had no appetite. "Just do it."

Seeing that she was interested in lacking, Fu Hengyi smiled without asking her anymore and went straight into the kitchen.

When he came out again, he had two bowls of miso noodles in his hands. I didn't know what he put in the sauce. It smelled very fragrant. Shen Qinglan ate up a bowl of noodles even if he had no appetite.

After spending a whole morning at home, Shen Qinglan didn't want to go out in the afternoon, but he didn't want to watch such a boring TV series. His eyes rolled, watching Fu Hengyi, looking up and down.

Fu Hengyi's eyes looked inexplicable, "What's wrong?"

Shen Qinglan turned around Fu Hengyi, it seemed that she was thinking about something. She already knew that Fu Hengyi had a good figure. After seeing it last night, she knew how the figure wrapped in the home clothes was with a clear texture and contained a very strong explosive force.

"Make me a model?" Shen Qinglan said, his eyes full of interest.

Instead, Fu Hengyi glanced at her, "Will you paint?"

There was indeed an easel on the balcony at home, but Fu Hengyi had never seen her paint, and thought she had placed it for decoration.

Shen Qinglan smiled, as the default, "Not happy?"

"Serve my wife, be happy." Fu Hengyi smiled and followed Shen Qinglan into the study. Only then did she find that the easel on the balcony had been moved into the study by her some time. His hand was on the hem of his clothes. Really?" He didn't mind painting naked.

Shen Qinglan's cheeks were hot and he glared at him. The rogue, Fu Hengyi's eyes flashed with regret.

Fu Hengyi sat on the sofa according to Shen Qinglan's instructions. Shen Qinglan moved a small stool, sat in front of the easel, and picked up the paintbrush.

This is the first time Fu Hengyi has seen Shen Qinglan's paintings. His eyes are quiet, and he has a good taste of the years. He looks at her, focused and gentle; she stares at the drawing board, seriously.

Shen Qinglan painted oil paintings, which did not end so soon, and she did not ask Fu Hengyi to keep a movement.

In fact, this kind of waiting is very boring, but Fu Hengyi's face is not impatient. Looking at her eyes softly, occasionally, opposite Shen Qinglan's eyes, the two will smile lightly.

This kind of Shen Qinglan retreated from that body of guard and vigilance, and was cold, looking like an ordinary 21-year-old girl.

Nearly in the evening, Shen Qinglan put down the brush, Fu Hengyi got up, "Done drawing?" came over, his eyes fell on the drawing board, startled.

There is an oil painting on the drawing board, the color is not rich, the fresh light green background seems to be a hillside, a man lying on the large green grass, standing tall, wearing a casual dress, one leg bent, hands on the knees On the other hand, the other leg is stretched out at will.

He pressed his eyes and covered his eyes with one hand, he couldn't see his face clearly, but he could see his three-dimensional features and tall nose bridge from his side.

There was a big tree not far away, and a woman was sitting on the branch, looking at the man on the grass intently.

This man is Fu Hengyi, and this woman is Shen Qinglan.

"I will frame this picture tomorrow, and then hang it in the study." Fu Hengyi said, reaching out to get the picture, Shen Qinglan stopped him. "The picture is not dry yet, let it dry first."

Seeing the wet ink in the painting, Fu Hengyi withdrew his hand and allowed Shen Qinglan to pull him out of the study.

What Fu Hengyi did not see is that there is another painting below the sub-painting here. It is not like the fresh color just now. This painting is a large block of black, accounting for three-fifths of the whole painting. There is only one piece of white left in the corner of the painting, like the dawn of the darkness.

In the vast darkness, there is a hand, sticking out from the ground, slender, pale, this is a woman's hand, that hand, there are bright red blood stains, and mottled scars, it works in one direction Stretching out, it seems to be hooking something.

Looking in the direction of this hand, you can see a large hand, wheat-colored, with a thin cocoon in the palm, and behind that hand, there is a bright light.

In the lower right corner of the painting, there are two shallow words-salvation.

He is her redemption.

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