The door of the studio was opened, and Lei Yufeng stopped when he walked to the door.
Mu Yiyi stood in front of the easel with his back facing him, and the slender figure shrouded by the sun made his heart move gently.
He put the silk squid into his pocket, then slowly walked in, and surrounded Mu Yiyi's slender waist from behind.
There was no words, just holding her gently.
Male-sex skin, even through clothes, can make people feel warm and feel relieved.[
"What did my mother tell you?" Mu Yiyi leaned back and pressed against his chest.
"Didn't you say anything?" Lei Yufeng lowered his head and kissed her cheek, put his chin on her shoulder, and carefully looked at the oil painting she was watching.
"I don't believe it, how could I not say anything? I'm so afraid that she will ignore you, what should you do?" Mu Yiyi grabbed his hand and said with a smile.
"Don't worry! Mom...bless us!"
"Really?" Mu Yiyi turned his head and looked at him.
"Really!" Lei Yufeng's eyes were still on the oil painting, "Are you happy?"
"Well! My mother loves me very much!" Mu Yiyi has also become a mother's woman, so she can understand the idea of being a mother. That is, she hopes that her children can get eternal happiness.
"She is my mother too!"
Mu Yi nodded little by little, raised a hand to stroke his cheek, and smiled: "What are you doing?"
"Look at the painting!"
The oil painting background in front of you is the Spanish stairs in Rome, Italy. Two young people are standing leisurely by the stone railing in the middle of the Spanish stairs.
The man leaned against the stone railing and put his hands in his pants and bags. He lowered his head and looked at the woman in front of him with a focused expression.
The woman put her hands behind her back, raised her little face and looked at the handsome face on her head with a smile.
The tacit understanding and tenderness between them are fully displayed on the picture.
"You painted it?" Lei Yufeng hugged Mu Yiyi even tighter. He could see this beautiful and lifelike oil painting very clearly.
"Yes! My hands are no longer as flexible as before, and I'm not as good as before."
“It’s beautiful!”
"It's for you!"
"Is that true?" Lei Yufeng smiled softly, turned her body and faced him, "Why am I a little flattered?"[
In the past, he liked the oil painting she drew in which two children were running in the sunshine in the sunflower field, and she did not take the initiative to say that she would give it to him.
"Hate! Why do you look at me with that look? No! Don't pull it down! I'll send it to someone else!" Mu Yiyi poked his heart hard.
"Ah..." Lei Yufeng frowned, bent his waist slightly, and leaned against her.
"What's wrong? Sorry! Sorry! Did I... poke your wound?" Now, his painful expression frightened Mu Yiyi. He hugged his back and didn't dare to move.
Lei Yufeng crossed her shoulders, looked at the oil painting, his eyebrows relaxed, and he laughed in a deep voice: "Yiyi, if you said you wanted to give the oil painting to someone else, my heart would be cracked, it hurts!"
"Are you pretending?" Mu Yiyi pouted and wanted to push him away, but was tightly tied up by him.
"I feel so sorry! If you don't believe it, you can touch it!" He grabbed her little hand and pressed it into his heart.
Mu Yiyi burst out laughing and pulled his hand back: "Be careful, I don't want you to be hurt again. Who will take care of me then?"