The son-in-law of a prosperous family

Fang Huai asked with concern: "Are you not hurt?"

Zhao Yunchuan looked at Fang Huai's nervous expression, and his heart warmed up. He immediately showed a hearty smile on his face, with the corners of his mouth raised, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and replied cheerfully: "Don't worry, Brother Huai, I'm fine. I'm only scratched."

As he spoke, he deliberately turned around to show that he was unharmed.

Fang Huai let out a long sigh. His originally furrowed brows instantly relaxed and the tension on his face gradually faded away, replaced by a sense of relief.

He patted his chest gently and murmured to himself, "That's good, that's good, you finally made me worry so much."

After saying that, he took another step forward, took Zhao Yunchuan's arm, and looked at him carefully again. Only after confirming that there were really no scars did he feel completely relieved.

Fang Huai's face was full of smiles, his eyes were curved, and his smile was as bright as the warm spring sun.

He quickly grabbed Zhao Yunchuan's arm and said impatiently, "You must be starving, right? Come on, let's go have a good meal. We must reward you well today."

Zhao Yunchuan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, with a hint of teasing, and followed his footsteps obediently, saying as he walked: "Aren't you curious about how I did on the exam? Why didn't you even ask?"

Fang Huai seemed to have just remembered this. He slapped his head suddenly, a look of sudden enlightenment appeared on his face, and he said quickly: "Look at my memory. I was so happy to take you to dinner. Tell me, how did you do in the exam?"

Zhao Yunchuan shook his head: "I don't know either. Who cares? We still have another day of policy discussion tomorrow."

The night is as dark as ink, gently wrapping the whole world. Time passes quietly in this quiet atmosphere, and a night is over in a flash.

In the examination room, Zhao Yunchuan's ideas flowed freely, and the pen in his hand moved freely on the paper.

He felt that he was more interested in writing. Compared with those fierce competitions, writing policy papers was much easier.

After the successful completion of the martial arts examination, Zhao Yunchuan returned to his familiar and fulfilling daily routine of preparing for the exam.

I read books and read books every day.

And in these busy and fulfilling days, Fang Huai became a bright spot in his life.

In his spare time, Zhao Yunchuan always couldn't help but tease Fang Huai.

The sunlight shines through the mottled window frames and falls onto the quaint desk.

Fang Huai was lying on the table, his even breathing echoing softly in the quiet room. He had originally been accompanying Zhao Yunchuan to read a book, but the only sound in the room was the rustling of turning pages. It was so boring that he fell asleep unknowingly.

Zhao Yunchuan sat aside, with the book in his hand half hanging down. He looked at Fang Huai who was sleeping soundly and couldn't help but hum in annoyance.

"Didn't you swear that you would stay with me? Now look what happened, you fell asleep by yourself, leaving me alone staring at these books." He curled his lips, feeling very unhappy.

Zhao Yunchuan's eyes rolled around and he stared at Fang Huai for a while. Suddenly, a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and he instantly had an idea.

He got up quietly, trying not to make any noise, and quietly walked to the cabinet beside him, and took out a brush. He dipped it carefully in ink, tiptoed back to Fang Huai, leaned over, and carefully looked at Fang Huai's sleeping face.

"Hehe, let me play a good teasing on you." Zhao Yunchuan muttered softly, and the brush in his hand slowly fell and lightly outlined Fang Huai's face.

After a while, Fang Huai's face had two funny little mustaches and big dark circles under his eyes, making him look very funny.

Zhao Yunchuan looked at his masterpiece and couldn't help but cover his mouth and laugh. His shoulders trembled slightly from trying to hold back his laughter.

Just then, a breeze blew gently, making the pages of the book on the table rustle.

Fang Huai was startled by the sound, his eyelids moved, and he slowly opened his eyes.

As soon as Fang Huai opened his eyes, he saw Zhao Yunchuan covering his mouth, his shoulders shaking, and the look of trying not to smile on his face was so strange.

He rubbed his eyes dazedly, not fully awake yet, and muttered: "Husband, what are you laughing at, you are so mysterious."

Zhao Yunchuan suppressed his laughter, waved his hands, and said seriously: "It's nothing, it's nothing, you just woke up and you look a little funny."

But the smile in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows could not be hidden, and the corners of his mouth would occasionally turn up.

When Fang Huai saw him like this, he began to feel suspicious, always feeling that there was something being hidden from him.

He reached out and touched his face, and his fingertips were stained with ink. When he looked again, his hands were black.

He understood instantly, jumped up, pointed at Zhao Yunchuan and shouted: "How dare you, Zhao Yunchuan, draw on my face!"

As he said this, he pounced towards Zhao Yunchuan with bared fangs and claws.

Zhao Yunchuan was prepared. He nimbly dodged and hid behind the table, not forgetting to tease: "Who told you to sleep so soundly? I was just bored. Look at you now. Do you look like a clown who ran out of a troupe?"

Fang Huai was so angry that he stomped his feet, picked up a book on the table and threw it at Zhao Yunchuan. Zhao Yunchuan dodged left and right, laughing as he dodged.

The two of them chased each other in the room, making a huge commotion. They knocked over chairs and vases, turning the originally quiet room into a mess.

Fang Huai was chasing breathlessly and accidentally tripped over a book on the ground and almost fell.

When Zhao Yunchuan saw this, his heart skipped a beat and his laughter stopped abruptly. The playfulness on his face instantly turned into worry, and he quickly ran over to support Fang Huai.

"Brother Huai, are you okay?" Zhao Yunchuan looked nervous, with a hint of self-blame in his voice.

Fang Huai stood up and slapped his hand away, still angry: "You still dare to say that! It's all your fault. You painted my face like that and caused such a fuss!"

Zhao Yunchuan scratched his head and put on a flattering smile: "Okay, okay, I was wrong. I shouldn't have drawn on your face, and I shouldn't have made such a mess."

He paused, then muttered softly, "But you clearly promised to read with me, but you fell asleep first. How boring it is for me to be alone."

Fang Huai felt guilty when he heard this, but he still said stubbornly: "Then you can't tease me!"

Zhao Yunchuan rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Okay, I was wrong, but I didn't do what you said, so you are wrong. Brother Huai, please compensate me."

Fang Huai looked at him warily: "How do you compensate me?"

Zhao Yunchuan smiled slyly and glanced at Fang Huai's chest: "I want to draw on your pectoral muscles!"

Fang Huai's face turned red, feeling embarrassed and annoyed. He raised his hand to hit him: "What kind of evil idea are you having? You wish!"

Zhao Yunchuan dodged while begging for mercy with a smile: "No, no, no, Huai'er, I'll just draw it. I promise it will be beautiful. You also know my painting skills. I will definitely not let you down."