Wen Chao might as well Zou Qianen suddenly hugged her, and her whole body froze for a moment, and one arm was still hanging in the air. He quickly reacted and patted her back lightly.

Zou Qianen realized that she was too complacent and hurriedly retreated from his arms, concealing her hair in her ears, and the ears were a little hot.

The painting on the easel was quietly hanging by the wall. Zou Qianen closed the studio door and walked to the living room.

The nanny heard the noise outside and came out of the bedroom and asked them if they could have had late-night snacks.

Wen Chao looked at Zou Qianen and asked with his eyes.

Zou Qianen said: "I'll just eat chicken collarbone."

Wen Chao turned his head to look at the nanny aunt: "You go and rest, don't worry about us."

The aunt responded and left the living room, and the surroundings became extremely quiet all over the place.

In a moment, the quiet atmosphere was broken. Zou Qianen kicked the plush slippers on her feet away, sat cross-legged on the sofa, touched the remote control and turned on the TV.

She opened the plastic bag and her eyes widened: "Did you buy three bags?"

"Well, you have been studying for several days." Wen Chao finished his work and had a rare leisure time. He sat down with her.

He took off his suit jacket and wore a navy blue shirt, unbuttoned his cufflinks, lifted his sleeves upwards, revealing a piece of white wrist bones.

Zou Qianen smiled and put on disposable gloves, took out a piece of chicken collarbone from the paper bag, handed it to Wen Chao first, and strongly recommended him: "You taste it, it's really delicious."

Wen Chao held a cup of boiled water in his hand, lowered his eyes slightly, and glanced at a strange-shaped piece of fried chicken pinching her fingertips. If she hadn't had "chicken collarbone" one bite, he wouldn't have seen which part of the chicken was. It was fried darker than the golden color, with seasoning powder sprinkled on it.

Wen Chao coughed softly and politely refused: "You eat it."

Zou Qianen insisted on raising his hand, motionless.

I heard that the morning was shaken.

Zou Qianen continued to work hard: "The younger brother of Su Su family will not refuse anything his wife feeds."

Wen Chao was defeated by her words. He didn't wear gloves and didn't wash his hands, so he leaned slightly and took the chicken collarbone into his mouth with her hand. Finally, he found that he still had to use his hands to chew on this thing, so he pulled a wet tissue to wipe his fingers.

Zou Qianen stared at her empty fingertips in a daze, and she couldn't find her thoughts for a long time. It was not until Wen Chao said "It's okay" that she lowered her head in panic and took a piece for herself.

She was sure that she had failed to sell Amway.

She thought it was super delicious and she would never get tired of the chicken collarbone, which she would never get tired of in her life, was exchanged for a saying "It's okay".

Zou Qianen stopped giving him food, and kept gnawing on the collarbone of three bags of chickens alone. After a while, a neat row of bare chicken bones were placed on the tissues spread out on the coffee table in front of him.

He was amazed at the sight of the Chao.

"Don't eat too much, be careful of getting angry." Wen Chao got up and prepared to pour her a glass of water, "I'll make you a cup of honey lemonade?"

"I want to drink Coke."

“…”

Wen Chao was afraid that she would say another word, and Xiao Chi's brother from Su Su family would not refuse his wife's request.

He decisively opened the refrigerator and brought her a can of iced Coke. He thought about it and stuffed it back. He found a can of room temperature from the cabinet beside him, knocked on the easy-to-pull ring, and placed it on the coffee table.

Zou Qianen took off her disposable gloves, held the coke can, and immediately tried it out that it was not ice, and looked up at him.

Wen Chao seemed to know what she was thinking: "It's still cold, and drinking ice is not good for her stomach."

He had already opened the can, and Zou Qianen had to drink it even if he didn't drink it. Fortunately, she didn't say anything, so she tilted her neck and took a big gulp, put on gloves and continued to chew.

Wen Chao: "You eat slowly, I'll go take a shower first."

"You go, I'll sit for a while." Zou Qianen waved his hand and told him to go to bed quickly. He is so busy that he occasionally gets off work early, so he should have more rest. Unlike her, he has a lot of time and energy.

Wen Chao took his coat back to his room and went to the bathroom to take a shower. After coming out, he saw the screen of the mobile phone on the table light up. He picked up his cell phone to answer the phone.

The assistant called the job call and chatted for a long time, and the washed hair naturally dried up.

Wen Chao put down his cell phone and walked out of the room in his nightgown. The sound of the TV in the living room was much smaller than before he left. It was probably because Zou Qianen was afraid that he would rest.

Wen Chao raised the corner of his lower lip invisibly.

When he walked to the sofa, he stopped and Zou Qianen, who was sitting cross-legged, lay down, holding a pillow in his arms, a pile of chicken bones on the coffee table, and only one bag of three bags of chicken collarbones were left, and a coke can was placed horizontally, without a drop left inside.

Wen Chao called Zou Qianen's name without any response.

He walked around to the front of the sofa and found that she had fallen asleep at some point. There was a pillow under her head, her mouth was red and there were still oil stains on the corners of her mouth.

Wen Chao bent down and cleaned up the coffee table, paused, and nudged her: "Zou Qianen."

Zou Qianen muttered and turned over. She was sleeping in a daze and didn't realize that she was lying on the sofa. She rolled down from the edge of the sofa as soon as she turned over. Fortunately, Wenchao reacted quickly and stretched out her arms to catch her.

He took the opportunity to pick her up and walked towards her room.

After that movement, Zou Qianen had already woken up. She felt that she was being held in Wen Chao's arms, and the breath of fresh shower gel on his body was lingering at the tip of her nose. She closed her eyes tightly, not knowing whether to continue pretending to be asleep or to open her eyes.

No matter which one is, embarrassment is inevitable.

In the wagging room, Wen Chao carried her into the room and put her on the bed with the outdoor light.

Zou Qianen couldn't pretend anymore, so she opened her eyes, but only saw Wen Chao's back. He went out. After a while, Wen Chao came back with her plush slippers and noticed her wide open eyes: "Awaken?"

"Hmm." Zou Qianen rubbed her eyes.

"Go to bed early, don't stay up late tonight. You have to follow the steps to draw. Don't waste your energy at the beginning." Wen Chao's voice was low and gentle, and it seemed to be bewitching people's hearts in a quiet night. "I may be able to spare a day next Saturday and take you out to play."

Zou Qianen sat up and swayed on her calves by the bed: "Date?"

Wen Chaoxiao: "You can think so."

Zou Qianen nodded: "Okay."

Wen Chao closed the door for her, and the sound of footsteps disappeared outside the door.

Zou Qianen covered her face, fell back, and lay on the soft big bed, her heartbeat a little faster, and it plopped into her ears. She remembered Wen Chao standing at the door of the studio, holding her favorite chicken collarbone; remembered him lowering his head slightly and biting the food at her fingertips; and just now, he bent down to catch her from the sofa and carried her back to the room.

He didn't talk much, but his every move was considerate and gentle.

It was Wen Chaoxian who proposed it. He was also serious and wanted to put aside the shell of commercial marriage and talk to her about normal love between normal people.

Zou Qianen was thinking, are they now confirming the relationship or are they in the stage before confirming the relationship?

She has never been in a relationship, so she can't tell the difference.

——

Zou Qianen said that Wen Chao was his god of luck. This was right.

After selling a painting that night, fans sent her private messages saying that they wanted to buy her paintings, and asked her if she would accept an order, and wanted to customize the paintings for her friends as a birthday gift.

Zou Qianen doesn't accept customized paintings for the time being. She is not as hot as she can, and she is only willing to draw what she wants to draw. So, she sold a few of the paintings she had painted before and made a small profit.

On Friday afternoon, she stayed in the studio with a palette in her hand, and couldn't calm down. She ran away from her mind after drawing a few strokes. When she came back to her senses, she found that more than ten minutes had passed.

It's such a terrible thing.

Zou Qianen shook her head, forced herself to pull back her mind that she had run away, and focused on the painting in front of her. Before she could draw it for long, the nanny aunt came to ask her to have a meal.

Zou Qianen sighed, staring at the messy and soulless painting on the easel with her eyes blankly, and couldn't help but take a picture of her forehead, and it was useless.

She dropped the palette, unbuttoned her apron, and went to the restaurant to have dinner first.

Wen Chao did not come back, she was the only one who gave dinner.

Zou Qianen was watching anime on a tablet while eating. After filling her stomach, she got up to clean up the dishes, put them in the kitchen, returned to the studio, picked up her phone and took a look.

Wen Chao sent her a message ten minutes ago.

"Sorry, I promised to take you out to play tomorrow. I have something to deal with at the moment and can't take the whole time." Wen Chao was worried that she would work late and she had already slept when she went back, so she told her in advance.

Zou Qianen hung her shoulders and finally figured out why she was distracted all afternoon.

It turned out that she was looking forward to the date with Wen Chao tomorrow, and her heart was always floating in the air and could not settle for a long time. Now, she could settle for it.

Zou Qianen was sad for only half a minute before adjusting: "It doesn't matter, your work is important, we will go out together if we have time in the future."

Wenchao said sorry again and again.

Zou Qianen: "Everyone said it's okay."

Wen Chao: "Have you had supper?"

Zou Qianen: "Just finished eating."

Wen Chao: "Yes. I'm going to work hard."

Zou Qianen sent him a wave emoticon.

That night, Wen Chao was busy until very late. Zou Qianen didn't come back before going to bed. He left very early the next day, and when she woke up, he was no longer at home.

Zou Qianen had breakfast at home and was abandoned all morning. She took a nap at noon. After getting up, she looked at the empty house and felt quite bored.

She originally planned to spend a whole day on a date with Wen Chao, but now the date has been cancelled and she is not in the mood to continue painting.

Zou Qianen returned to the room, wandered around the cloakroom, and tried on the new clothes she had bought some time ago, and decorated herself from head to toe.

She changed her clothes, and it was not suitable for not putting on makeup. So she sat in front of the dressing table and carefully applied a little bit to herself, putting on a delicate makeup, with shiny glitter on her eyelids and bright lip gloss on her lips.

Zou Qianen looked left and right in front of the mirror, feeling that the face inside was perfect.

After the improvement of painting technology, the makeup technology has also improved.
To be continued...