Quick Transmigration: Adonis, Let’s Talk!

When Chu Feiling draws, he often loses his mind, and a painting is also messy.

After hearing Ziling's voice, he didn't paint at all.

Crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it aside.

During the meal, Ziling stood by her side, Chu Feiling quickly understood, and asked him, "Do you have anything you want to say?"

Ziling felt that it was necessary to say: "My son, I was in the kitchen just now, and I heard them say that Miss Yuan is..."

Hearing these three words Miss Yuan, the chopsticks in Chu Feiling's hand almost fell off.

He subconsciously resisted: "Don't tell me this."

After speaking, Chu Feiling realized that he was a little bit overwhelmed.

The hand holding the chopsticks tightened, Zi Ling shut up and said nothing.

I don't know how long it took, Chu Feiling's voice sounded again: "She...what's wrong?"

Still couldn't hold back.

Chu Feiling told herself, just asking.

After that, it doesn't matter to me anymore.

Ziling glanced at her son quietly, and saw that he was biting the corner of his lips entangledly, his slender eyelashes trembling constantly, it was obvious that he cared very much about Miss Na Yuan.

Have you ever seen the son care about a certain woman so much?

"I heard it seems to be sick."

sick?

Chu Feiling immediately thought of what she had fallen into the water yesterday because of herself.

The weather is still very cold, the stream is cold, it is normal to be sick.

Chu Feiling never said a word after that.

Ziling was also not sure what he meant.

Until he finished eating, Ziling cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks.

When I came back again, I saw Chu Feiling standing in front of the window.

A plane tree was planted in front of the window, and the leaves on the tree gradually changed from tender green to pale green.

In the first spring, the leaves have not completely turned dark green.

Chu Feiling stood there with his slender fingers resting on the window hinge in front of him.

When Ziling thought that this was going to happen, he heard Chu Feiling's voice: "Ziling..."

Ziling immediately ran to his side: "What's your command?"

Chu Feiling frowned, his amber eyes half-closed, and asked softly, "Others are sick because of me, because they are feelings and reason. Should I go and see?"

Ziling didn't even have a chance to speak, and was snatched away by Chu Feiling.

"I think it should be done. Let's go and see at night."

When has the son been so fickle?

Also, why is it at night?

Seeing that he had already decided, Ziling didn't dare to say anything.

At dusk, Chu Feiling began to paint again.

This time it was more impetuous than the previous one, Ziling secretly looked at Chu Feiling from the side, and then saw a series of pictures.

His clean-hearted son "accidentally" got ink on his sleeves.

This was not over yet, and after a while, he took the ink to his shoulders with a gesture that was not easy to do.

Ziling watched Chu Feiling's "inadvertent" movements, until the sky got dark, Chu Feiling let go of the brush in his hand and stood up.

Chu Feiling looked at her clothes and said annoyedly: "The clothes seem to be dirty. It's not good to go out like this, Ziling, you go out first, I'll change my clothes."

Ziling: "..."

Son, you want to wear other clothes to see Miss Yuan, why bother with yourself so much?

When Chu Feiling came out, Ziling found that he had put on his new year-end clothes.

The young man wore this dress only once, and then kept it in the box, and then put it on again.