Chu Mohan looked at Shao Yatong in confusion and couldn't imagine how Deng Jiaming could make her so excited.
"Deng Jiaming is a nice guy. He is single, right?" Shao Yatong looked at Chu Mohan expectantly.
"What are you doing? You don't want to take advantage of him, do you? You are a married woman!" Chu Mohan hugged Shao Yatong domineeringly.
"It's not me, Zijun. It's really hard for Sister Zijun to take care of Zuozuo by herself. I think she and Deng Jiaming are very good. Otherwise, you can be a matchmaker!"
"Pfft..." Shao Yaqian spat out a mouthful of soup. Fortunately, Shao Yatong had the idea to let Chu Mohan be the matchmaker.
A few black lines suddenly appeared on Chu Mohan's forehead, and the image of a matchmaker with a mole on the corner of his mouth and a red flower on his head suddenly appeared in his mind. How did his Yushu Linfeng resemble the matchmaker? He really knows how to make connections.
"Sister, let's not talk about whether Mo Han can be the matchmaker to pull this red line. What is Jiaming's identity? Do you want to introduce him to a second-married woman? And you have a drag bottle..."
Chu Mohan slammed his chopsticks on the table hard. He didn't like people talking about Min Zijun like this. "I will match up if I have a chance. I don't think Deng Jiaming is worthy of Zijun." After Chu Mohan said that, he took off his shirt.
He picked up his coat again and said, "I went to the company to work overtime and won't be back at night." He knew that he and Shao Yatong were also separated from each other at home at night, and it was even more painful to be close to each other.
"Mo Han is angry...Who is the Min Zijun you just talked about? Mo Han seems to care about her very much." Shao Yaqian asked.
"She is the wife of his best friend. Brother Shen was killed because he was trying to save me. In fact... even if Mo Han stays with the mother and son every day, it can't make up for the pain of losing Brother Shen. What they need is a complete
My home, my real husband and father." Shao Yatong felt guilty again.
"Hey..." Shao Yaqian sneered and shook her head.
Shao Yatong looked at her reaction in confusion.
"Do you think introducing a man to your love rival can solve the problem? What about the next love rival? What about the next one? Then how many such spare tires do you have to introduce? Or introduce one to me too.
!" Shao Yaqian looked contemptuous.
"Sister, what are you talking about?" Shao Yatong frowned, and she realized that she and Shao Yaqian were never on the same frequency.
"You understand what I'm saying. I see how much Mo Han cares about Zijun and her son. You are just worried that she will steal your man, so you are anxious to give them a man, right? What a little thought of yours..." Shao Yaqian
Shaking her head, "If you treat the symptoms but not the root cause, there is no guarantee that your husband will be abducted by someone at any time!" Shao Yaqian wiped her mouth and got up and went upstairs.
Shao Yatong looked blankly in the direction of the stairs. Could Chu Mohan have the same misunderstanding as Shao Yaqian about her actions just now? It was really hard to say, but she really didn't think much about it!
After another day of delay, it seemed that she could only stay up late. She closed the heavy curtains and locked the door. Shao Yatong took out all the tools. She felt that she had not drawn for a long time and was a little unfamiliar with holding a pen.
In order to make Chu Mohan like it, Shao Yatong wanted to draw a more accurate and almost restored version of "Paradise Lost". She used a method that she had disdained before. She calculated the measurement units on the color-printed copy, and then added it to the picture.
The same measurement unit is calculated in the same way above.
After calculating and evenly dividing the grids into 18 horizontal and vertical grids, and drawing the same proportions on the copy manuscript, Shao Yatong raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, "I didn't expect that drawing grids would be so labor-intensive, but..."
Looking at the copying manuscript, Shao Yatong was still a little embarrassed. After all, this was a classical oil painting. As a learner of modern oil painting, she would have some difficulty in mastering the color sense.
"Don't be afraid! Hard work pays off, I don't believe I can't handle you!"
Shao Yatong didn't know what time she had finished painting. It wasn't until she felt her back hurt that she put down the brush and stretched. At this time, she jumped when there was a knock on the door. She looked at the small alarm clock next to her and it was already past five o'clock.
"Tuk-tuk-tuk" the knock on the door sounded again.
"Who?" she asked nervously.
"Girl, it's me."
Chu Mohan's slightly hoarse voice made Shao Yatong panic and couldn't care less. He lifted up the mattress and stuffed the easel and tools into the bed box.
"Come...come!" Shao Yatong hurriedly closed the bed board. When the mattress fell, it made a muffled sound that startled Shao Yatong. He hoped Chu Mohan wouldn't hear the sound.
Shao Yatong came to the door and was about to open it. When he looked around, he found that the palette was still there. He hurriedly turned back, picked up the palette and looked around, but reluctantly opened the closet and stuffed it in.
"What are you doing?" Chu Mohan clearly heard some noises just now, and after waiting for so long, he was inevitably doubtful. As soon as he entered the door, he seemed to smell the smell of oil paint again.
"I...I'm getting dressed and making the bed..." Shao Yatong said and sat back on the bed. She found that her bed had no trace of sleeping at all, which was an excuse for her slow opening of the door.
"Why are you getting dressed? Didn't you hear that it was me who called the door?" Chu Mohan then remembered the purpose of coming here, stepped forward and hugged Shao Yatong, locking her between the bed and himself. He came back from overtime just to have a good time
Hug her, kiss her, and do some exercises if possible.
"I got dressed after I heard... I heard it." Shao Yatong's tongue was not very clear. The buttons of Chu Mohan's collar were unbuttoned, and she could see his smooth and strong chest at a glance.
"Okay, if you know how to put it on, then I can take it off too! The fruits of labor that you taste by yourself are more delicious." Chu Mohan said as he started to take off Shao Yatong's clothes, and he already grasped it with his big palms.
Her chest is round.
"Chu Mohan, you said give me freedom..." Shao Yatong felt that his defense line was about to collapse.
"Aren't you free now? I have agreed to let you move next door to grandpa as you said." Chu Mohan said but his movements did not stop at all. He took off all Shao Yatong's clothes three times.
All bound.
"Chu Mohan..." Shao Yatong felt that she had no confidence in her voice to stop him, and it was more like calling his name coyly.
"Honey, I miss you so much." Chu Mohan told the truth, and his actions proved how much he missed Shao Yatong.
To be honest, Shao Yatong could no longer deny that she had the same desire for this man at the moment. She didn't want to say anything, so she just accepted him and catered to him according to her own feelings.
After receiving Shao Yatong's acquiescence and response, Chu Mohan was even more ecstatic and his movements became wild. He was full of confidence in thinking about how to get Shao Yatong's body and mind. Now he seems to have become the person who is afraid of being abandoned and wants to get it.
For the protection of the law, he was determined to take Shao Yatong to the Civil Affairs Bureau to register as soon as possible.