In the past, he didn't want to face up to his feelings for her, and he didn't bother to check it out, so he made many mistakes.
The recent incident with her cousin has caused him to be resented again. It is right for her not to talk to him now.
Sheng Mian froze and pushed his hand away. She was worried that the ink on her pen would fall off the paper, so she didn't dare to use too much force.
What I am painting now is meticulous work. If there is a slight mistake, the painting will be ruined.
"Fu Yancheng, if you feel bored, go downstairs and don't disturb me."
Fu Yancheng stopped talking and hugged her waist quietly without saying a word.
Sheng Mian told him, but he didn't listen, so she simply ignored it and continued to complete the rest of the painting.
"Dong dong."
Someone is knocking on the door outside. It should be a servant coming to bring water.
Sheng Mian quickly pushed him away, but he stuck to her again.
She had seen before that this man had a bit of a child's mind.
He is hard-spoken, mean, has a volatile temper, and is indifferent to outsiders.
"Let go."
Fu Yancheng hugged her from behind, reluctantly let her go, and walked back to the chair beside her.
Sheng Mian said to the outside, "Come in."
The person who came in was indeed a servant, carrying two cups of tea.
"Master Fu, Miss Sheng, thank you for your hard work. The old man asked me to bring something in."
Two cups of tea are placed on the table.
The servant bowed and left.
Sheng Mian washed the pen in her hand and was about to change it to another slightly larger one when she saw Fu Yancheng coming over again.
"I'll help you."
He took the used pen first and washed it with clean water.
Sheng Mian didn't want to say anything more, so he changed his pen and continued painting.
She heard movement next to her, and after a while, a shadow fell beside her. It turned out that he had taken another pen and continued to help.
Putting aside everything else, when he paints seriously, this face is really pleasing to the eye.
She had been in a daze looking at this face countless times before.
Fu Yancheng's appearance is definitely the most unique among all the people she has ever met.
She looked away, but her hand was still steady as she wrote.
After another forty minutes, she put down the pen, only to feel some cramps in her fingers.
Finally finished the painting.
Just as she was about to hit her shoulder, a beautiful hand stretched out from the side, landed on her shoulder, and squeezed it gently.
"Um......"
The squeeze was so comfortable that she couldn't help but hum, but when she thought it was Fu Yancheng's hand, she immediately sobered up.
"I will do it myself."
As soon as he finished speaking, his other hand fell on his waist.
The shoulders and waist are pressed at the same time, and these two acupuncture points are so comfortable that it makes your scalp numb.
She was even a little unsteady on her feet.
Fu Yancheng helped her to the Grand Master's chair next to her, and his burning eyes fell in front of her.
Sheng Mian was breathing unsteadily and wanted to push his hand away.
But then he pressed hard on a certain point on her waist, and she almost screamed.
Realizing where she was, she quickly shouted: "Fu Yancheng!"
Only then did Fu Yancheng stop, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Sheng Mian was still panting, and her cheeks were stained red.
It was indeed comfortable to be massaged, but he was obviously still secretly licking the oil.
The door was knocked again, and this time the old man's voice sounded outside.
"Yancheng, Mianmian, are you done painting? It's time to eat."
Sheng Mian quickly stood up and checked her clothes.
After making sure there was nothing wrong, she quickly walked to the door and opened it.
"The painting is done, Grandpa Fu, do you want to take a look?"
Mr. Fu smiled and said, "No, let's go downstairs and see the flowers. The flowers in the yard outside are all blooming."
Spring has arrived and the flowers in the garden are blooming at the right time.
When the old man reaches this age, what he likes most is to enjoy life.
Sheng Mian nodded quickly, "Okay, let's go downstairs."
Fu Chong glanced at Fu Yancheng and found that he was also following him shamelessly. He wanted to say something, but he just moved his mouth a few times.
Originally, she wanted to ridicule him for being so thick-skinned, but she only invited Mianmian to see the flowers, but not him.
But considering that this kid is also trying hard to chase people now, forget it.
The three of them went downstairs, where the servants were bringing delicious and delicious meals, while Fu Chong asked someone to open the huge floor-to-ceiling windows in front of the garden.
The fragrance of flowers outside instantly drifted in, and Sheng Mian's mood improved a little.
"Mianmian, if you like the flowers here, I'll ask them to move a little bit to Shanxiao."
"No need, Grandpa Fu, Nian Nian likes to waste flowers every day, and you can't keep them alive."
Fu Chong found it funny, "It's good to have a pet to accompany you."
Liu Qiong had already told the old man that Sheng Mian should keep a dog. The old man didn't give any suggestions. She just liked it. It was her house anyway.
When the three of them sat down to eat, Fu Yancheng first scooped a bowl of soup for Fu Chong, and then another bowl for Sheng Mian.
In front of the old man, Sheng Mian had no choice but to refuse.
But her mind was obviously not here, and she was completely intent on completing the mission.
After eating, her cell phone rang. It was Song Tang, saying she was in the hospital.
"Mr. Sheng, I'm looking at my uncle. I'm sorry for causing you trouble."
Her voice was very choked, and she must have been crying alone for a long time.
Seeing that she had finished her meal, Sheng Mian hurriedly greeted the old man.
"Grandpa Fu, my company has been a little busy these days. I have to go back now. I'll see you next time."
"Okay, sleep well, work is important."
After the old man finished speaking, he gave Fu Yancheng a wink.
