Wealthy and tyrannical marriage

Chapter 299 Candlelight Dinner (1)
When Murong Jin returned home, he didn't see his wife. At this time, Aunt Liu saw the young master came back, and hurriedly came up to her.

"Master, you are back!"

"Where is Young Madam, where is she?" Murong Jin asked casually as he changed his shoes slowly.

"Young Madam is still in the studio. I haven't had lunch yet."

"What?" When Murong Jin heard that his wife didn't even eat lunch, she couldn't help but feel a little anxious. It's almost four o'clock now, how can she not eat, what if she suffers from stomach problems from hunger.

Murong Jin couldn't help speeding up the movement of changing shoes, and hurriedly walked to the studio on the second floor after finishing.

When I came to the door, I pressed the doorbell and said to the intercom: "My wife, open the door quickly..."

Yu Dan, who was concentrating on painting, did not feel the loss of time at all. She was immersed in the painting alone. Today, she was really full of ideas and inspiration. , immediately changed her from the beauty of the painting back to the reality, and frowned in dissatisfaction, and glanced at the giant painting, fortunately, it was almost finished...

The doorbell outside continued to ring, and Murong Jin's voice did not stop. Yu Dan put down the paintbrush in his hand and went to open the door...

"Honey, why are you still in the studio? Aren't you hungry? Aunt Liu said you didn't even go down for lunch. How can this be done? I didn't look at you for a while. You just don't pay attention to your body. Are you so hungry?" I didn't think about it for me, you must know that the body is the capital of the revolution, if it goes on like this, the body will be damaged, what should I do..."

"Stop..." Seeing him rambling on, Yu Dan hastily surrendered and stopped him.Where is this!Didn't you just have a meal?I can’t die of starvation. When she was in a foreign country, sometimes when the inspiration came, she didn’t drink a drop of water for a whole day, and nothing happened. She is still in good health. This is a common problem among artists. You know, if the inspiration is interrupted suddenly, it is very difficult to pick it up again, and even if it is picked up, it will not be as good as it was at the beginning.

"Why are you back now?" Looking at the time, it was only before four o'clock.

"After dealing with the company's affairs, I came back. Fortunately, I'm back now, otherwise I wouldn't know that you don't cherish your body so much." Murong Jin glanced at his wife and saw that she looked good, so he stopped talking. Pushing the door open, he walked in, bypassed his wife, and came to the drawing board. He wanted to see what his wife was drawing, so disregarding his own body.

When Yu Dan saw him coming in, he closed the door behind him and followed.

"Wife, are you planning to sell this painting or what?" Murong Jin looked at the painting and was silent for a long time before making a sound. He was shocked by the majestic momentum in the painting. He never underestimated his wife. My wife is extremely talented. I didn't expect that in just over two years, her painting skills have improved a lot. If she was just a fledgling eagle before, she is now a soaring eagle.This kind of painting style and painting skills are known even by him who doesn't know how to paint. They are quite extraordinary. Among modern painters, there is probably no better one than her.

Yu Dan didn't look at him, and didn't answer his question. Instead, he picked up the brush that was put aside, and after sketching a few strokes at the last place, the painting was completed. He touched his chin and looked at it as a whole After that, a poem came to mind, and I hurriedly changed a brush, dipped it in ink, picked up the brush again, and swiped at the most appropriate place beside it...

The pen is sharp and majestic, just looking at the words on it, it seems that it has been practiced for decades, and those old Confucianists may not write so well, with such momentum.

(End of this chapter)