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Lu Jingchuan came back two hours ago. He only had a brief conversation with Qing Wan and then went to the study. He didn't know if he was finished at this time.
At night, the flowers and plants in the garden add a different kind of beauty against the light. The red roses during the day appear burgundy under the nightlight.
Qingwan stood up and planned to go to the garden to pick some roses and put them in vases.
In the early autumn night, you can still hear the chirping of insects. Qingwan holds flower scissors in her hands and walks to the roses.
She turned on the light of her mobile phone and picked a few flowers. She didn't want to go back to the room immediately and put the flowers on the bench. She went back to the villa to find her sketchbook and simply sketched out the scenery in front of her in the night.
¡°Perhaps she was too absorbed in painting, she didn¡¯t notice it until Lu Jingchuan sat next to Qing Wan.
With a heavy weight on her shoulders, Lu Jingchuan¡¯s coat was placed on Qing Wan¡¯s face, and Lu Jingchuan¡¯s voice sounded, ¡°It¡¯s cold at night.¡±
Qingwan stopped her painting and turned to look at him. He was wearing a shirt. The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up on his elbows. The collar was spread out, revealing a piece of skin. The line of his neck was slender, extending deep into the clothes.
Under the darkness of night, there seemed to be a bit of bewitching brilliance in his eyes.
Qingwan looked away and whispered, "You don't wear much."
"I'm a man." Lu Jingchuan's eyes fell on the painting in Qing Wan's hand, "Why do you come out to paint at this time?"
"I saw this in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. I couldn't sleep anyway, so I came down to cut the roses on a whim." Qingwan picked up the pen again and started to draw. "After cutting the roses, I felt like drawing again, so I found my sketchbook. Draw a picture."
Lu Jingchuan's eyes moved from the painting to her profile.
She lowered her butterfly-wing eyelashes and focused on the painting in her hand.
Holding the pen with his slender fingers, he drew one stroke after another on the paper, using the lines under the pen to form a picture.
A few minutes later, Qingwan¡¯s sketch was completed.
This painting was only drawn in pencil, and the colors are monotonous, but it has a completely different flavor from the oil paintings with heavy ink and heavy colors.
"Next time if you want to paint at night, ask Butler Wang to change the lights." Lu Jingchuan said.
Qing Wan shook her head, "I can see clearly, and if the light becomes brighter, the scenery will be lost."
Lu Jingchuan did not continue talking about this matter and asked another matter, "Did Qinglang go to the cram school where you work today?"
Qingwan nodded and blinked slowly and comfortably in the quiet night, "It just so happens that the other students I teach are about the same age as Qinglang."
Lu Jingchuan hummed, "This guy has a lot of ideas."
"Qinglang is very smart."
The night wind was blowing, and Lu Jingchuan's coat was on Qingwan. It seemed that it still carried his body temperature, and she didn't feel cold at all.
Lu Jingchuan was noncommittal to Qing Wan's words.
Qingwan leaned back on the chair, Lu Jingchuan stretched out his arm behind Qingwan, and placed his hand on her shoulder.
"It's Lin Huan's birthday in two days. You can go with me."
Qingwan turned to look at him, "Mr. Lin's birthday?"
"Um."
The light in Qingwan¡¯s eyes disappeared, ¡°There must be a lot of people going to Mr. Lin¡¯s birthday.¡±
"Your eldest sister should also go." Lu Jingchuan's voice was carried by the wind, but fell firmly into Qingwan's ears, "Mr. Lin asked me to bring Jin Yi over, and I want to hear your opinion."
Qing Wan bit her lower lip, "Jin Yi, he"
Lu Jingchuan's hand tightened a little and he pulled Qingwan into his arms, "Many people are speculating about Jin Yi. In addition, you and he have been staying with me for several months. If you go to Mr. Lin's house now, A birthday banquet is nothing more than breaking the window paper." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com