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Chapter 326 Wei Jie Wants to Live Long (28)
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Just when Sheng Ge was ready to write in high spirits, a large drop of ink hit the paper, ruining the drawing paper and weakening Sheng Ge's fake momentum
Does this count as a bad start?

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The sun gradually turned to the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the sky red, which also made this quiet and simple courtyard a little more warm.

It's been two hours, Wei Jie, how long are you going to delay.

"Order the kitchen to prepare some food and drink. Wei Jie should be hungry in two hours."

Wang Jiulang reflected on whether he was a little too strong.

The portrait of the woman flows freely without any hesitation. It is obvious that everything about the lady has been engraved in Wei Jie's heart.

The obvious answer, why take any chances.

The study door, which had been closed for two hours, opened, and Wang Jiulang stood up immediately.

Wei Jie's face was slightly pale, and there was still a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

"Are you feeling unwell again?"

Wang Jiulang found that he could never be cold and hard when facing such a weak Wei Jie.

"Fortunately."

Shengge drank the tea that Wang Jiulang handed over in one gulp, and his expression gradually returned to normal.

Shengge swears that if she draws a portrait in the future, she will chop her hands off.

"Draw it on the table."

Shengge said lightly.

Wang Jiulang paused for a moment while holding Shengge's hand, obviously he had been looking forward to this painting, but now he was more timid because of the nostalgia.

Shengge gently shook off Wang Jiulang's hand, and staggered towards her room.

tired and hungry...

This little fairy just wants to sleep well now.

Wang Jiulang looked at his empty hands and smiled silently.

draw on the table...

Taking a deep breath, Wang Jiulang stepped into the study.

On the floor of the study room lay many pieces of base paper stained with ink, and there were paintings on the desk. The person in the painting was his appearance when he bowed his head and stroking the piano.

The painting is still clumsy, but at least it can be seen.

It turned out that he looked like this in front of Wei Jie...

If compared with that beautiful portrait, it is indeed inferior, but it is enough for Wang Jiulang.

I didn't have any expectations at first, but the result is still expected.

Wang Jiulang carefully put away the portrait.

This is the first portrait Wei Jie painted for him, is it worth ten letters?
Well, it's a little closer to giving Wei Jie the position of prince with both hands.

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"Young Master, Young Master Wei is resting in the room."

"Ah."

Wang Jiulang nodded, and gently opened the door.

Anyway, he has already hugged Wei Jie, so it shouldn't be too much to enter the room...

At dusk, the light in the room was very dim, Wei Jie curled up on the bed, looking more like a child who didn't grow up.

This is not Shengge's sleeping position, but Wei Jie's body is afraid of the cold, this sleeping position is the most suitable for her.

Over time, I got used to it.

Wang Jiulang sat in front of the bed, a little lost in thought.

It's obviously just a chess piece he calculated, but when did he start to soften his heart?
Was it when Wei Jie asked for a carriage childishly, or when he gently hugged Wei Jie, or when they got along day and night for that month.

To be honest, Wei Jie is really a bit stupid.

But stupidly, he couldn't bear to arrange Wei Jie's life according to his plan.

Wei Jie's body is weak, if he continues to push hands silently behind his back, Wei Jie may hardly die.

Such a stupid chess piece, isn't it saying that he is not smart enough to play chess.

Until now, he couldn't figure out why he helped Wei Jie leave Wei's house in a daze.

"Wake up and eat something."

Seeing Wei Jie's appearance, Wang Jiulang felt a rare sense of guilt.

It's just a painting, why should he bother Wei Jie.

Knowing that Wei Jie was weak, he locked Wei Jie in the study for more than two hours.

Shengge frowned, the things that disturb people's dreams are not good things, they should hit...

But before Shengge could make a move, he felt himself being picked up in the air, and the familiar clear fragrance made Shengge open his eyes suddenly.

shit...

Another princess hug.

Is Cousin Wang keen on hugging the princess?
However, Cousin Wang's expression and this action always gave her the feeling that the other party was her old father...

"you're awake?"

Cousin Wang's voice was a little low, as if he was afraid of disturbing the silence of the room.

However, if cousin Wang knew that Sheng Ge regarded him as an old father, he might not be so calm and calm.

"Ah."

Shengge struggled slightly.

How dignified it is to be hugged as a gentleman.

"Don't move, go get something to eat."

Shengge is speechless, eats as soon as he eats, why is he hugging this little fairy.

If it is seen by others, what is the majesty?

"Wei Jie, you are still so light."

Obviously, this is comparing the two princess hugs.

→_→

Shengge rolled his eyes, is the old father disliking his stupid son for getting fat...

"Put me down."

Shengge said coldly.

Can this little fairy be hugged if she wants to?

"it is good."

I saw Wang Jiulang put Shengge on the bed, then bent down, putting on shoes for Shengge very naturally.

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Sheng Ge: This little fairy is scared, the more she looks, the more she looks like an old father who takes care of the baby.

It's just that this old father is so handsome.

"I will do it myself."

Shengge grabbed his other shoe and put it on in a panic.

Let such a handsome and rich old father wear shoes for her, she is flattered, it will shorten her life.

In order to live a long life, I should stay away from my old father.

Shengge put on his shoes, opened the door neatly, and tried to dispel the image in his mind about the old father raising the child.

MMP...

"Young master, young master."

The fragrant food smell wafts throughout the small courtyard.

Shengge swallowed silently, she knew Wang Jiulang was careful.

As a foodie, why is it difficult for Sheng Ge to still maintain a high-altitude flower side at the dinner table, which is a blasphemy against food.

Wang Jiulang looked at the person in front of him who had eaten a whole fish, and Wei Jie, who had half a chicken, was silent...

So edible, where did the meat grow?

"Wei Jie, eat some vegetarian dishes."

Wang Jiulang couldn't help but pick up a green and natural vegetable and put it in the Shengge bowl.

For Shengge, all green vegetables are called green leaves...

"I'm not a sheep, I don't eat grass..."

Shengge disliked it very much.

Is it because the fish is not delicious enough, or the chicken is not fat enough, why do we have to eat grass.

This little fairy loves everything.

Shengge walked around the green leaves in disgust, and picked up a piece of delicious pork ribs with his chopsticks.

Uh……

There are always little bitches who want to grab this little fairy's flesh.

That's right, the ribs were robbed halfway.

Not only that, what was even more excessive was that all the meat dishes on the entire table were removed by Wang Jiulang's orders.

Hehehe, who is the master.

Hmph, it's so overwhelming, Sheng Ge glared at Wang Jiulang bitterly.

(End of this chapter)