Seeing her little wife, Mo Liuchen couldn't help rolling his eyes, holding his hands in the wheelchair, a narrow eyelid flashed in his eyes, his eyelids drooped slightly, and he opened his mouth carelessly, "Then if I accompany you back to the door in a few years, will you follow me?"

Wanqing was choked up by what he said, and even her neck became angry. She knew that this guy was not that easy to talk to. If she didn't agree, she would disagree. She would go back in a few years. By then, Ning'er and Xin'er didn't know that they had a sister. Gu'er really thought she was pouring water. Wanqing glared at him angrily, snatched the drawings from his hand, and went straight into the house.

Mo Liuchen pushed the wheelchair and followed behind, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and the beautiful phoenix eyes were filled with shattered light. This girl was so cute. Seeing her bulging her mouth, her eyes were full of fire and she was holding her breath and she didn't dare to speak, he felt so interesting. Thinking that she hadn't taken a shower for a long time, she glanced at Wan Qing, who was secretly sulking, and turned around and walked to the other side.

Wanqing went into the room and sat at the table. Seeing that he didn't follow him, she couldn't help but stretched her neck and looked out. After a long time, she didn't see anyone coming in. She felt a little worried, but she was embarrassed to go out to find him because of her face. She just thought that this was where he lived on weekdays, so why wouldn't he lose people?

After waiting for a while, Wanqing couldn't sit still anymore and drank two cups of tea. Only Wanqing stood up, and Mo Liuchen pushed into the house with a wheelchair. Wanqing saw that he had changed his clothes again, and she looked speechlessly, picked up the drawings and looked.

Mo Liuchen sat down when he saw Wan Qing stand up, and also caught the relief in her eyes. He curled his lips lightly, then he drooped his eyes, pushed the wheelchair to Wan Qing, stretched his neck and looked at the drawings. Seeing that Wan Qing was only burying her head and drawing the drawings for a long time, he pouted.

"Madam, you ignore me..." After a while, he couldn't stand the feeling of being ignored, and couldn't help calling out, and his tune was also twists and turns, and his curves were all wronged.

Wanqing heard his slightly trembling cry, and his hands shook, and the tip of the pen turned off. The drawings that had been drawn for a long time were destroyed. Wanqing's face was smelly. She immediately turned her head and saw the charming phoenix eyes staring at her, her charming red lips were so pouting that she could hang a teapot, as if she had been abandoned and thrown aside. It was so pitiful.

Wan Qing felt soft and choked up when she wanted to scold him. She put down the pen in her hand and asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"

Mo Liuchen did not answer, and took the drawing directly. Seeing that the horizontal pen destroyed a painting, he looked at Wanqing with his eyes. Wanqing thought he was going to make some suggestions, and was blinking and waiting for him to speak, but he heard him pouting, "It's because of this piece of paper that ignores me? The painting is so ugly." He looked disgusted.

Wan Qing was so angry that she was about to grab the drawings, but this time it was not as easy as last time. The moment Wan Qing rushed over, Mo Liuchen stretched out his hand holding the drawings to the distance. Wan Qing accidentally tripped the corner of the table and fell directly into Mo Liuchen's arms. Mo Liuchen was so scared that he loosened his hand and hugged Wan Qing. His eyes showed a worried look and asked anxiously, "Does it hurt to fall?"

As soon as Wan Qing looked up, she touched a pair of bright stars. Her black and lightly painted eyes were looking at herself anxiously and worriedly. Her plump red lips were slightly opened, and her hands were rubbing around. Wan Qing was embarrassed and quickly grabbed his hand, flushed and shook her head, "I'm fine, I didn't hurt."

As he said that, he glanced at the drawing floating on the ground at the corner of his eyes, and reached out to grab it. Mo Liuchen hurriedly helped her sit down, staring at her and said, "It's ruined, why are you picking it up for? Sit it."

"You can also draw accordingly," Wanqing pouted, she finally drew it, she just threw it away, you don't feel sorry for you if you weren't drawing it, she's so precious.

Mo Liuchen looked at her with a dark face. Seeing her stubborn look, he reached out his hand and poked Wanqing's forehead in anger, and said mercilessly, "At your level, you may not be able to draw well if you don't sleep all night. Whatever you want to draw, you say, I'll just draw it for you."

When Wanqing heard this, she was delighted. There were many paintings in the study, which were much higher than her level. He was willing to help her. She was just asking for it and she was about to stand up, but Mo Liuchen refused. After Wanqing glared at him, he let go of his hand honestly. Wanqing hurriedly put the paper and pen, sat beside him, and described the appearance of the shop being renovated. Of course, some places still need to be discussed.

Seeing that his pen was like a dragon and a snake, Wanqing drew a line with a brush and she drew a straighter line than she drew with a simple ruler, her eyes straightened, without such a blow to people. The picture she took half an hour to draw, and he drew it in a few minutes, which was clearer than hers. At a glance, there was a small bubble in Wanqing's belly that rose up with jealousy, and then he would pierce the bubbles one by one because her husband was hers.

After drawing the first floor, Wan Qing described the scene on the second floor in her mind. Mo Liuchen stared at her eyes. How many things are there in her mind?

After drawing for another two quarters of a minute, the two layers of pictures were finally drawn. Wanqing looked more and more satisfied, better than what she thought in her mind. If she had known, she would have looked for him directly. Why couldn't I get along with the brush? Wanqing carefully folded the drawings and took a large stack of papers for writing letters, which were 20 or 30. Wanqing saw Mo Liuchen's eyes showing confusion, so she explained.

The two of them were busy until midnight to prepare and wrote thirty-four fragrant recipes. Wanqing thought about it and prepared so much now. After opening, they added some facial cleansers and the like. She also wrote a few of them. Tomorrow, she asked Shuyun and the others to take them out together. She asked her mother Su to arrange the manpower and start making. The maid she chose last time was smart, and Wanqing gave her half a month to train, but after five or six days, they were already very well-behaved.

Now the shop, the shopkeeper and the shopkeeper have already prepared. Even if the shop is renovated, it will take only two or three days. Wan Qing thought, then turned her eyes to Mo Liuchen and asked, "How about opening on the fifteenth day?"

Mo Liuchen was stunned, subconsciously turned his gaze to his legs, then raised his eyes to look at Wanqing, clicked on Wanqing's nose, and smiled, "It's good that you decide. I'll go back to the door with you first that day."

When Wanqing heard this, the corners of her mouth curled up. The two of them thought they would go together. That day they could have a meal first and then find an opportunity to send someone back. They sneaked to see the opening of Banyuefang. She didn't participate last time, so she couldn't miss this time. It was just that the plaque in Banyuefang was cheap, only a few taels of silver. I'm afraid it would be inappropriate to use this time.
Chapter completed!