Kiss you, kiss you, I want to control you

Qiao Sheng accompanied Fu Zhan Nan to have dinner in the restaurant. After the meal, Qiao Sheng was no longer sleepy and kept following behind Fu Zhan Nan.

When Fu Zhannan was washing dishes, he found that his wife was following him.

"What's wrong? Shengsheng." Fu Zhannan wiped the water stains on his hands, held Qiao Sheng's hand and looked at her.

"Nothing." Qiao Sheng shook his head.

"Nothing? If nothing happened, why are you following me?"

"I...I don't want to be alone." Qiao Sheng was alone and kept thinking about what happened that day, so he wanted to follow Fu Zhannan.

What happened that day really had a huge impact on Qiao Sheng and left a deep shadow on him.

"Afraid?" Fu Zhannan took one look at his wife and knew what Qiao Sheng was thinking.

"Ah."

"It's okay." Fu Zhan Nan gently embraced Qiao Sheng in his arms.

"My husband is at home, it's okay." Fu Zhannan patted Qiao Sheng's back gently.

"Am I... am I too pretentious?" Qiao Sheng bit her lips and didn't dare to look up at Fu Zhannan.

For so many years, she was alone.

Whatever she does, she is the only one there.

Now that Fu Zhannan appeared in her life and was so nice to her, Qiao Sheng really became somewhat dependent on him.

"How could my Shengsheng be so pretentious?" Fu Zhannan gently rubbed the top of Qiao Sheng's head.

"Don't be afraid." Fu Zhannan patted Qiao Sheng on the back and comforted her, "But if you are really scared, then just stay with me, okay."

"Ah."

"Stand further away, or I might accidentally get you."

"Ah."

Fu Zhannan looked at his wife and smiled, then lowered his head slightly and gently touched Qiao Sheng's forehead with his own.

When Fu Zhannan was washing dishes, Qiao Sheng followed behind him.

Qiao Sheng and Fu Zhannan have been busy and want to help Fu Zhannan.

But Fu Zhannan was reluctant to let his wife do the work, and just as Qiao Sheng was about to take action, he was stopped by Fu Zhannan.

When Fu Zhannan saw Qiao Sheng trying to clean the stove, he immediately stopped her, "Don't move, Shengsheng."

"Let me wipe this."

"No, I'll wipe it, don't get your hands dirty."

Fu Zhannan immediately snatched the cloth from Qiao Sheng's hand and said, "I'll do all this."

"But...but it will be very tiring for you to do housework alone."

When she was in the Han family, she had to do a lot of things and was sometimes very tired.

Not only did she have to cook, but she also had to wash dishes and mop the floor. At that time, she really hoped that someone could help her.

But these were just her fantasies, and no one was willing to help her.

So when Qiao Sheng saw Fu Zhannan working alone, he really wanted to help Fu Zhannan.

"No." Fu Zhannan saw that Qiao Sheng's hands were wet, and immediately took a towel to wipe the water off Qiao Sheng's hands.

"I'll do these. The hands you use to paint should be used to hold the paintbrush, not to wash dishes." Fu Zhannan looked at his wife with a smile in his eyes.

"But...but I feel a little bored standing here."

"boring?"

"Yeah." Seeing Fu Zhannan working all the time, she was watching quietly at the side. She wanted to help him but he wouldn't let her.

"If you're bored, come with me." Fu Zhan Nan took Qiao Sheng's hand and walked out of the kitchen.

"Where are you taking me?" Qiao Sheng didn't know where Fu Zhannan was going to take him.

"You'll know once you go there."

Fu Zhannan held Qiao Sheng's hand and walked upstairs, stopping at the end of the corridor.

"Where is this?" Although Qiao Sheng had lived in Jiangpan Yunlu for a month, this was the first time he walked to the door of this room.

"studio."

"studio?"

"Yes." Fu Zhannan opened the door of the studio and walked into the studio holding Qiao Sheng's hand. The studio was very large and had all the equipment you could need.

Qiao Sheng looked around and asked, "Is this your studio?"

"more or less."

"Ah?" Qiao Sheng didn't understand what Fu Zhannan meant.

The reason why Fu Zhannan specially designed a studio in Jiangpan Yunlu was actually because of Qiao Sheng.

He knew that Qiao Sheng liked painting very much, so he also started to learn painting.

Later, he bought Jiangpan Yunlu and designed a studio specifically for it.

When he has nothing to do, he will stay in the studio and paint scenes from his high school days.

However, these paintings were put away by Fu Zhan'nan when Qiao Sheng moved in.

"It's my studio, and it's also your studio. If you're bored, just paint in the studio for a while."

Qiao Sheng looked at Fu Zhannan and didn't say anything.

Although Qiao Sheng didn't say anything, Fu Zhan Nan understood Qiao Sheng's heart, "Don't be afraid, I'm not going anywhere today. I'll stay at home with you. I'll come up to see you when I'm done."

"I see." Qiao Sheng nodded. She looked at Fu Zhannan, wanting to paint. "Can I use these brushes and paints?"

"Use it as you like. If it doesn't work, I'll buy you a new one."

"It must be useful." Qiao Sheng recognized these painting supplies. The paints and pens were extremely expensive.

"The drawing paper is in that cabinet." Fu Zhannan pointed to the cabinet not far away.

"understood."

"Okay, if you want to paint, just paint in the studio. I'm going downstairs now and will come up to accompany you later." After he finished speaking, Fu Zhannan left a kiss on the corner of Qiao Sheng's lips.

After Fu Zhannan went downstairs, Qiao Sheng was alone in the studio.

Qiao Sheng looked at the drawing paper in front of him, and for a moment he couldn't think of what to draw.

Suddenly a picture flashed through his mind, and Qiao Sheng picked up a pen and began to outline the picture.

Qiao Sheng has loved painting since he was a child, and he is very talented in painting. Even a simple outline is very vivid.

Qiao Sheng carefully drew the picture in his mind, and soon the outline of the picture appeared.

As for who the painting is of, it goes without saying.

After Fu Zhannan finished his work, he went upstairs to see what his wife had drawn.

Fu Zhannan walked to the door of the studio, opened it and walked in.

"Click~"

Qiao Sheng, who was drawing a figure seriously, suddenly heard the sound of the door lock opening. Qiao Sheng immediately covered his work with a cloth.

"What are you drawing?"

"No...I didn't draw anything." Qiao Sheng felt guilty.

"You really didn't draw anything?"

Qiao Sheng nodded quickly and stood up to cover his painting. "Well, really... really didn't draw anything?"

"You didn't draw anything? Why do you feel guilty?" Fu Zhannan looked down at his wife.

"No... I don't feel guilty."

"Let me see." Fu Zhannan reached out to lift the canvas.

"Qiao Sheng wanted to stop him, but Fu Zhannan had long arms and easily lifted the canvas."

The moment the canvas was opened, Fu Zhannan laughed happily, but Qiao Sheng lowered his head in shame.

"So Shengsheng drew me."

In the painting, he had his sleeves slightly rolled up, holding Qiao Sheng in his arms and comforting her gently.

Qiao Sheng didn't know what happened at the time, this scene suddenly appeared in her mind, so she picked up the paintbrush and painted it.