I'm married to a bigoted man

Chapter 189 Light Bulbs

After the baijiu dangled around the kitchen, it returned to the deck.

At this time, there were already three fish in the small bucket next to Huo Sicheng.

And it's not too small.

"Chengcheng, did you catch these?" Baijiu looked at the man with admiration.

Uncle Zheng drank his beer leisurely and looked at Baijiu with a smile: "Madam, the young master is really amazing, isn't he?"

Baijiu, whose lines were robbed, did not change his smile: "Of course my family is very good."

Uncle Zheng smiled helplessly and shook his head.

He used to be really worried that the young master would do something irreversible to his wife, but now...

His young master was obviously overwhelmed by baijiu.

However, the premise is that Baijiu didn't do anything to die.

Baijiu sat next to the man, and the sea breeze blew by, messing up her hair.

Yawning lazily, Baijiu rested his chin on one hand and looked at the man with clear eyes.

Huo Sicheng's attention was always on her, so he knew every move the girl made.

"Sleepy?" Huo Sicheng turned to look at her, his voice was low and hoarse.

Baijiu shook his head, moved his body next to the man, and whispered, "Shengze sent me a message just now, asking where we are."

Huo Sicheng gave a "huh" expressionless, without much emotional turmoil.

"I didn't tell him." Baijiu put his palms on the back deck and said quietly.

Huo Sicheng's face was slightly startled, and his questioning eyes fell on the girl.

Baijiu laughed and said, "How can we have one more light bulb for our honeymoon trip?"

Seeing the girl's bright smile, Huo Sicheng's eyes suddenly darkened, he stretched out his hand to grab the back of the girl's head, and touched the girl's cool lips, before parting for a long time.

Uncle Zheng didn't leave either, he just regarded himself as a transparent person.

After sitting on the deck for a while, Uncle Zheng reckoned that he had caught enough fish, so he put away the fishing rod and carried the bucket containing the fish into the kitchen.

Baijiu was standing at the bow of the boat with a shawl on, suddenly thought of something, turned around and ran to pull the man over, pointed at the sunset that seemed to be floating on the coastline and said: "Look, Chengcheng."

Huo Sicheng only took one look, then turned his gaze back to the girl's side face.

Baijiu stuffed the camera into the man's hand: "Can you take a picture for me?"

"Ah."

Baijiu leaned against the railing, posing in various poses for taking pictures.

Every move of the girl in the camera made Huo Sicheng unable to control himself, and the evil desire in his eyes became deeper and deeper.

At this time, Uncle Zheng came out to breathe, saw the two of them, and said with a smile: "Madam, the young master's painting skills are much better than those of taking pictures."

The implication is: why don't you ask the young master to draw a picture for you?
Baijiu thought of the painting he saw at the old man Shen's birthday banquet before, his eyes lit up, and he looked at the man with some expectation: "Is it okay?"

Huo Sicheng moved his fingertips slightly, and replied in a deep voice: "En."

Uncle Zheng: "I'm going to get the painting tools."

Unexpectedly, the man agreed so quickly, Baijiu recalled that Shen Sheng didn't say that Huo Sicheng had stopped drawing, and couldn't help suspecting that Shen Sheng and Huo Sicheng were plastic brothers.

Uncle Zheng brought the painting tools and asked someone to move a chair for Baijiu to sit on.

"What pose should I pose?" Baijiu, who was the model, asked Huo Painter.

Huo Sicheng: "As you wish."

After thinking for a while, Baijiu pulled up the hem of the skirt, revealing her fair and slender calves, her right leg was stretched out, and her left leg was bent and stepped on the crossbar.

Huo Sicheng narrowed his eyes slightly, his slightly cold eyes glanced over the girl's bare skin.

Liquor:"……"

After a few seconds of silence, Baijiu silently lowered the corner of her skirt, revealing only a small part of her ankle.

The man's face turned pale, and he asked her not to move around, then picked up the brush and began to paint.

　#Don’t ask me where I went before, it means I went to visit the grave#
　　
　
(End of this chapter)