The abandoned wife of a wealthy family won by not serving as a control group

Chapter 188 Silk scarves
After Meng Chuyuan dealt with the accident where the brush was dipped in the wrong paint, he added the color again to complete the rest.

Seeing Meng Chuyuan drawing so seriously, Lu Qianling glanced at her drawing board. The upper half was the sky, the lower two sides were the garden plants and flower beds, and there was a road leading to the gate in the middle, which narrowed from wide to wide.

She was a little puzzled and asked, "What's so good about painting?"

Meng Chuyuan: "To pass the time."

There was no sun today, and a layer of dark clouds shrouded the sky. The treetops in the yard swayed with the breeze. Perhaps it was affected by the weather. The overall light seemed gloomy, which made the people watching the scenery not in the mood.

But when the scenery in front of me appeared in Meng Chuyuan's drawing board, the picture seemed to appear in midsummer, the sun was shining, the green leaves were lush, and butterflies could be seen in the flower garden.

Lu Qianling first observed Meng Chuyuan's painting, and then raised her head to look at the real scene ahead. The proportions of the painting were exactly the same, even without changing the position of any reference objects, but the scenery of different seasons could be seen on the drawing board.

"It's amazing." Lu Qianling widened her eyes in astonishment, and said with a bit of admiration in her tone, "Facing such a gloomy sky, you can actually paint it into a sunny sky?"

Meng Chuyuan raised his eyebrows calmly, and said softly, "Why not?"

She does not necessarily pursue realism in her paintings, but mainly focuses on cultivating her mood. It is also common for her to paint night and day, and it is not difficult for her to change seasons.

Lu Qianling moved closer to her, and whispered in Meng Chuyuan's ear, "I'm curious, what did you do before?"

"Just like you, studying at school."

"..." Lu Qianling asked: "Then besides this, don't you have anything else to do?"

Hearing this, Meng Chuyuan closed his eyelids slightly, his expression was a little dark, and he said softly: "No."

Lu Qianling let out a sigh, and said with some regret, "That's really a pity."

……

It was near evening when Meng Chuyuan finished the painting. Seeing that Lu Qianling liked the painting, he gave it to her.

Lu Qingye didn't work overtime tonight, he got home after seven o'clock, Meng Chuyuan was still cooking in the kitchen, and Lu Qianling was sitting in the living room playing with his mobile phone.

Seeing Lu Qingye enter the room, Lu Qianling subconsciously turned off the phone and hid it behind her back, looked up and smiled as Lu Qingye walked over: "Brother, you are finally back."

"Class is going to start tomorrow, why are you still coming back?"

Lu Qianling pouted and said dissatisfiedly: "You also said it's tomorrow, so can't I go home after I rest on the weekend?"

Before it was time for dinner, Lu Qingye chatted with his sister in the living room for a while, asked her how she was doing at school recently, and of course began to talk to her about the past, and educated her about the last time she was absent from class for no reason.

Lu Qianling knew that she couldn't escape, and at the end of this ideological education, she felt that she couldn't just let herself be wronged, so she also filed a complaint in front of her elder brother, telling him about Lu Jinsen's rumors that he was kicked out of the room.

To show her sincerity, Lu Qianling raised her hand and swore, "It's really not my gossip, it was my second brother who took the initiative to tell me."

"..." Lu Qingye didn't have any expression on his face at this moment.

He tilted his head, looked at the busy figure in the kitchen, his eyes suddenly sank...

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Lu Jinsen has been running more diligently these days, leaving early and returning late every day, and finishing work early tonight, arriving home before nine o'clock.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw Lu Qingye walking down the stairs with one hand in his trouser pocket, his deep voice could just be heard in the quiet living room: "Are you back?"

"Ah."

Seeing that Lu Jinsen was in disgrace after running around all day, Lu Qingye went to the living room and poured a cup of hot water for him.

The moment Lu Jinsen saw him handing over the water glass, his eyes froze for a moment. He froze for a few seconds, making sure that the glass of water was poured for him, and then reached out to take it.

He raised his eyes and said flatteredly: "Thank you, brother."

Holding the glass in both hands, Lu Jinsen warmed his stiff hands first, and waited until the water was not so hot, he picked it up and took a sip.

Just when he felt a little warm, he suddenly heard Lu Qingye's cold voice ringing in his ears: "I signed up for a cooking class for you, and the address will be sent to you later, and I will report when I have time."

Lu Jinsen's head buzzed, and he looked at him in shock: "Cooking class?"

Did he hear it right?
Lu Qingye: "Yes."

Lu Jinsen had just finished his last job and was about to take a good rest for a few days. Before he could catch his breath, he heard that Lu Qingye had signed him up for a cooking class.

"No..." Lu Jinsen put down the cup in his hand, with deep doubts in his eyes: "Why?"

"It's up to you."

Hearing this, Lu Jinsen was almost impatient: "Where am I free!"

Since taking over the pastoral variety show last month, he has basically never been idle, and all kinds of trivial jobs came to him, and he finished all the jobs that he hadn't done in his life.

Not long after, he automatically compromised with Lu Qingye: "Okay, I will report tomorrow."

"Also, keep your mouth shut."

Lu Jinsen: "..."

At this time, Lu Qianling was hiding in a corner, looking at it as a gloat, and when Lu Qingye went upstairs, she came out openly, clapping her little hands happily.

She came to Lu Jinsen, walked around him, and smiled happily.

"What are you laughing at?" Lu Jinsen looked at her with a hint of disgust in his eyes.

Lu Qianling made a face at him, and the smile in her eyes never faded: "I'm happy, can you control me?"

Back in the bedroom, Lu Qingye went directly to the cloakroom, ready to take his clothes to take a shower.

As soon as he walked in, he saw his suitcase placed on the ground. Meng Chuyuan took out the clothes in the suitcase and put them neatly aside.

Lu Qingye saw her squatting on the ground, helping him tidy up, and suddenly he was not used to it.

"Let me do it."

When he came over and was about to squat down, Meng Chuyuan suddenly found a palm-sized gift box from his box.

Meng Chuyuan saw that the design of the gift box was quite exquisite, but she couldn't hold it firmly, so the box fell and opened automatically.

"What is this?" Just when Lu Qingye appeared, Meng Chuyuan raised her eyes to look at him, and she kept tidying up her hands. When she touched the gift box, she lowered her eyes and saw a piece of women's silk inside. towel.

Meng Chuyuan raised his eyes slightly, and said calmly, "So it's a silk scarf."

"..." Lu Qingye was stunned for a moment, an imperceptible sense of loss flashed in his eyes.

Originally, I wanted to find a chance to give it to her again, but now Meng Chuyuan found out by himself, and the surprise was gone. Judging from her tone, it seemed that she had misunderstood something.

Meng Chuyuan put the silk scarf back into the box calmly, and when he was about to cover it, Lu Qingye suddenly knelt down in front of her and subconsciously held her wrist.

(End of this chapter)