Quick wear: the host is really floating

Chapter 349 The Autistic Painter and the Muse 40
The girl in front of her shook her body, her brows were tightly frowned, "Why should I..."

Xue Zhi interrupted him directly, "We're married."

Lin Hui's face turned pale, and she could barely hold the flower in her hand. She forced a smile, "How...how is it possible?"

Xue Zhi glanced at her inexplicably, and said directly, "How is it impossible?"

She could tell that Lin Hui was really angry, after all, she was so angry that she lost control of her expression.

Xue Zhi is not in a hurry now.

She just likes to see people who are so angry but can't kill her.

Lin Hui looked at her and said grimly, "You don't understand painting at all, what common language can you and him have?"

Xue Zhi's first reaction was, it's none of your business.

Just when she was about to speak, a cool voice suddenly came from behind, "Whether my wife understands painting or not is none of your business?"

Lin Hui raised her eyes and looked behind Xue Zhi, her eyes suddenly widened.

Xue Zhi turned around when she heard the sound, and her boy was leaning against the door. He seemed to have just taken a shower, the hair on his forehead was still dripping slowly, and the collar of his shirt was slightly undone, revealing a section of Fair and beautiful collarbone.

He leaned there with his hands folded over his chest, with a slender and handsome figure and a lazy and cool demeanor.

"Senior, I..." Lin Hui didn't know how long he stood there listening. She raised her eyes and bit her lips to look at him, trying to explain, but she didn't know what to explain.

The boy leaned there quietly, as if he was waiting for her explanation, but Lin Hui didn't say anything for a long time.

Finally, the beautiful boy leaning against the door became impatient.

He straightened up and walked down slowly, Lin Hui looked down at his slender legs, feeling slightly suffocated.

Jiang Ce walked up to Xue Zhi, lowered his head slightly and took her hand, "Let's go, I'll take you to school."

Xue Zhi nodded lightly, and when the two were about to leave, Lin Hui, who had stood aside for a long time without speaking, suddenly spoke.

The rose she was holding trembled slightly in her arms, "I'm just curious, what common language can Senior and her have!"

Jiang Ce paused.

Xue Zhi followed him and stopped. She looked up at the people beside her, feeling a little thumping in her heart.

She really didn't understand painting, and he never seemed to tell her about painting.

But there was one thing she couldn't deny.

Painting plays an important part in Jiang Ce's life.

If she doesn't know how to draw...

Xue Zhi was a little worried, and the girl behind him yelled at their backs again:
"Senior, will you really be happy living with someone who doesn't understand you at all!?"

Xue Zhi lowered his eyes slightly, but the boy beside him turned around slowly while holding her.

Suddenly, Xue Zhi was grabbed, and she raised her eyes to meet Jiang Ce's in panic.

With a smile in Jiang Ce's eyes, he raised his eyes and finally landed on Lin Hui, "It's true that my wife doesn't know how to draw, but I just like her, can't I?"

Xue Zhi: ...

What the hell! ?
She felt that her cheeks were hot, and a trace of blush stained her cheeks. She leaned into the arms of the person beside her slightly, and heard his steady heartbeat.

The person who was holding her gave a low laugh, and he leaned slightly and jokingly whispered in her ear, "Are you shy?"

Xue Zhi buried his face in his arms, his voice was low and seductive, "Jiang Ce, I advise you to say less, if you say more, the deer in my heart will be killed."

(End of this chapter)