kiss the beast world

Chapter 399 Carved in the Bowl, Entered in the Heart

There was a bit of regret in his deep eyes, as well as unknown tension, and he was even more cautious, wanting to explore her past.

"It's ready."

Wen Yue blinked and smiled slightly.

It means to be prepared, but it doesn't mean that you didn't have it before.

Lang Ye, who got the answer he wanted, raised his handsome eyebrows, the corners of his lips curved slightly, and started to move his hands in satisfaction. At this moment, the mud in his hands was no longer mud.

Instead, baby's favorite thing!

"Master, I very much suspect that you are deceiving a three-year-old child, and there is enough evidence."

Little Xingxing's voice emerged from Linghai.

"As for your face, which is disastrous to the country and the people, from high school to college, when you open your desk every day, what is the drawer full of, and what is the express phone call every day?"

"Not to mention, today Zhang San, tomorrow Li Si, and the day after tomorrow Wang Wu will bring you breakfast, supper and so on..."

If it is really counted, it is really impossible to count three days and three nights.

"Little Xingxing, it seems that you know a lot?" Wen Yue's face darkened.

I don't know what an old saying is called:
The more you know, the faster you die!
"That's right, Little Xingxing knows a lot~"... Said triumphantly.

"for example?"

"During the winter vacation that winter, that senior of yours named Hao sneaked home with you, but was cut off by your master on the way, and rewarded him with a terrible beating."

In that magnificent scene, even though it was three streets away, Little Xingxing could feel how domineering its previous owner was!
"There are other things like this, why don't I know?" A bit of surprise flashed across Wen Yue's brows.

No wonder, that time when I went home from vacation, I would meet Master in the city below the mountain. At that time, Master should have already cleaned up the house, so he made a detour to wait for her.

But, having said that, "Who is that senior Hao, why do I have no memory at all?"

Wen Yue thought about it, and in her memory, it seemed that such a person had never appeared.

Little Xingxing: "It's right if you don't have an impression."

"Your peach blossoms have just emerged, but your master cut off all the branches. How can you still have an impression, but everyone has a deep impression of you, so deep that they have piled up into shadows."

Little Xingxing's tone was quite gloating, thinking of those boys with bruised noses and swollen faces and broken bones, he couldn't help but put wax on them silently.

Crush is right.

The mistake is that you fell in love with the wrong person secretly, and even chose the wrong old routine of secretly escorting, so that if you were not careful, you were regarded as a disciple by the master and master.

"Master... really amazing..."

The corner of Wen Yue's mouth twitched, she said in admiration.

Unexpectedly, such a serious person, Master, would actually do such a 'cute' thing behind his back, such a huge contrast, it really caught people off guard.

However, I just feel sorry for those guys who were beaten up...

"So, master, you just lied to the little patriarch, is it a gentleman's action?" Little Xingxing came back again.

"I'm not a gentleman." Wen Yue innocently spread her hands.

"Could it be my daughter's doing?"

"I am a goddess."

"Whose rules are so high-end and high-end, the goddess can distort the facts?"

"The rules of the patriarch's family."

"..."

"If you don't believe me, you can tell him the facts and see if he likes to hear your facts or mine." Wen Yue reminded him very friendly.

I dare not say anything else, but as far as this matter is concerned, she can guarantee that the little patriarch will definitely like her answer more.

"Forehead."

"Not only do you like it more, the great tyrant can only accept your answer..."

Little Xingxing expressed that he was not going to seek death, so he had the guts to break his mouth. If he really angered the patriarch, the big tyrant, he would definitely be unable to eat it!
Wen Yue raised her eyebrows when she heard the words, and looked at Lang Ye who was conscientiously kneading the porcelain clay next to her, and the corners of her mouth raised a touch, with an extremely warm and beautiful arc.

After a while.

"Yue'er, do you like it, but is there anything else that needs to be changed?"

Lang Ye held a molded off-white, semi-large oval porcelain clay bowl in his hand, handed it to Wen Yue, and asked her softly.

People's learning ability is different from person to person. Look at the elders of the people's family. After watching Wen Yue make a bowl once, he can make a beautiful, generous and clean bowl.

Even Wen Yue couldn't help admiring: "It's so beautiful, I like it so much, the little patriarch is awesome!"

Looking down at the bowl in her own hand, tsk tsk, it's not round or square, it's really hard to handle...

"As long as you like it."

The corners of Lang Ye's mouth slightly turned up, the tips of his ears turned red slightly, and a smile appeared on his perfect handsome face, so good-looking that people couldn't bear to look away.

"Um……"

Wen Yue smiled and pinched her semi-finished product, and suddenly, a shapeless mass of porcelain clay reappeared in her hand hidden behind her back.

It's better to hide it first, the little patriarch is so good-looking, what the hell is he, it's too, too unsuitable for him.

"Yue'er, where is the bowl you made?"

go with!
I'm really afraid of something! !

Wherever Lang Ye looked, he couldn't see the bowl in Wen Yue's hand, or the bowl on the ground, so he couldn't help but ask in doubt.

"..."

The right hand behind Wen Yue loosened, and the unformed porcelain clay fell to the ground with a 'click'. Although the sound was extremely subtle, Lang Ye not only heard it, but also turned his eyes away!
"Little patriarch, I think this bowl needs something to add, come on, let's study it carefully..."

Wen Yue was so nervous that she directly lifted the bowl he had made in her left hand to block his sight, and smiled beautifully, trying to draw his sight back to herself.

"Add what?"

Lang Ye was drawn back by the smiling face in front of him, and asked softly.

"Pattern or something else, something iconic." Wen Yue held the bowl and said expectantly.

"What pattern?"

He doesn't know many patterns, so I don't know if they can catch her eyes, or if she will like them.

"The pattern doesn't seem to fit well either..."

Wen Yue is a handicapped party, not only can he make the bowl very well, but he can also paint like a dragon and a phoenix, with a variety of shapes, which outsiders can't match.

cough……

To put it simply, it means that the phoenix can be painted as a bald pheasant, and the big red flowers all over the mountains and fields can be painted as a cotton-padded jacket worn by an old lady, and you have to turn the painting upside down to look at it...

"How about adding a word?" Lang Ye suggested after thinking about it.

"Add what word?"

Wen Yue nodded, um, this is a good idea, but what word is better to add, it is too tacky if it is casual, and it is hard to understand if it is too profound.

Suddenly here, in a thought!
Lang Ye's deep eyes gradually became soft, full of affection and doting, staring deeply at her, slightly cold thin lips parted:
"Your name, the best word."

"Engraved into the bowl, engraved in the heart."

(End of this chapter)