Chapter 127 You didn’t wash your hands

"good."

In response, Shen Haofeng changed to a brand new canvas, held Jiang Qingqing's hand from behind, and led her to paint together.

This action made the two of them stick together tightly.

Jiang Qingqing's body stiffened for a moment, but she was quickly attracted by the paintings in front of her. They were obviously the same paintings, but the feelings presented were completely different.

When drawing the sea surface, due to the position, Jiang Qingqing's body sank a little lower, her buttocks slightly moved back... and she touched Shen Haofeng.

With strong determination, Shen Haofeng led her to complete the painting "Smooth Sailing".

Looking at the painting in front of her, Jiang Qingqing said happily: "It's great, it's exactly the same."

She put down the paintbrush in her hand, but Shen Haofeng did not let go of her hand. Instead, because there was no paintbrush, her fingers gradually clasped together.

Jiang Qingqing turned around.

Eyes facing each other.

Shen Haofeng held her slender waist, lowered his head and kissed her.

Jiang Qingqing wanted to hide at first, but leaned against the easel and had nowhere to escape. The two soon kissed each other.

She regretted wearing a short skirt.

"You didn't wash your hands." Jiang Qingqing said anxiously.

When clothes come, one reaches out one's hand, when one comes to eat, one opens one's mouth, when one punches, one never leaves one's hand, and when one's music never leaves one's mouth, these words all illustrate one thing, that is, hands and mouth often appear at the same time.

When Shen Haofeng was replaced by □, Jiang Qingqing was dumbfounded.

She had never seen such a battle before.

To be honest, she is still a new recruit on the poker scene.

After a moment, she hugged Shen Haofeng's head tightly and said, "Haofeng, can you not be here?"

Just when Shen Haofeng felt that he really shouldn't act too hastily, he heard Jiang Qingqing, whose face was red, say: "There is a rest room upstairs..."

There is a small bed in the lounge.

The owner was a meticulous person, and probably knew that he would not be back for a long time, so he covered the small bed with a cloth. Shen Haofeng opened the white cloth and put Jiang Qingqing, who felt whiter than the cloth, on it.

That might be a bit inaccurate.

She also has ink-like spots, such as her hair, eyes...

"We're going to be late."

More than half an hour later, Jiang Qingqing leaned into Shen Haofeng's arms and said.

Shen Haofeng nodded and said, "I'll go downstairs to get your clothes."

Shen Haofeng helped her put on her clothes. Looking at Shen Haofeng who was "busy", Jiang Qingqing's eyes were gentle. After she stood up from the crib, she couldn't help but frowned and said awkwardly: "My mother, will you?" What will you see?"

When she didn't get a response, she turned around and saw Shen Haofeng staring blankly at the fallen plum blossoms on the sheets. Jiang Qingqing blushed and whispered: "I'm going to the bathroom, you tidy up this place, don't let Coco see it." come out. "

"Do you want me to accompany you?"

"No need." Jiang Qingqing gave him a clear look and said.

Shen Haofeng didn't care. He thought about it, took out a sealed bag from the space, put the folded sheets in it, and threw it into the space.

There seemed to be nothing else to clean up, so he covered the small bed with cloth again. As for the smell in the room, it should dissipate after a while.

While Jiang Qingqing was going to the bathroom, Shen Haofeng had already gone downstairs to install the painting.

"Haofeng."

"What's wrong?" Shen Haofeng put the painting aside and looked up at Jiang Qingqing who was standing on the second floor.

Jiang Qingqing gritted his teeth and said, "Come up and help me."

Oh, she had some inconvenience in her legs and feet at the moment. Shen Haofeng quickly went upstairs and hugged her down.

Hugging Shen Haofeng's neck, Jiang Qingqing felt helpless for a while looking at this handsome face that could not find any flaws even if it was close at hand. Is this the so-called sweet trouble?

"Everywhere you go from now on, you must report first. You are not allowed to answer phone calls or videos. You are not allowed to randomly add fans and friends in the live broadcast room. You are not allowed to..." Jiang Qingqing said all the way.

Shen Haofeng smiled and agreed one by one.

Everything else is not difficult for him. The only difficulty is that he disappears two to three times a month, each time lasting three days. This is a bit hard to explain.

Last time, we could have said that we were going on a casual trip. If we use travel as an excuse in the future, what should we do if she wants to go with him?

Do you always talk about creation?

Forget it, let's talk about it then.

The place for dinner is a Chinese restaurant.

The location of the restaurant has the feeling of being hidden away from the city. It is in a food company that has been transferred, and the original office building was converted into a restaurant.

The original company was lined with trees, and the office buildings were stylishly built into single-family villas.

It's a pity that it's a Western-style building. If it were pavilions and pavilions, it would have more charm. Of course, everyone has their own preferences for radish and green vegetables. Not all girls think purple is very charming.

Obviously, this is a private kitchen.

I heard from Jiang Qingqing that you still need to make a reservation in advance. If you come directly, there will be no seats.

The service staff of Jinyuan are all wearing plain cheongsam. They should be carefully selected women, with long legs and curvy buttocks, which are very graceful.

"Don't look around." Jiang Qingqing pinched Shen Haofeng and said.

Shen Haofeng: "..."

The private room booked by Jiang Qingqing's mother, Wei Fanghui, is on the second floor.

Following the waiter, Shen Haofeng, who has an eye for discovering beautiful things, did not dare to look at the waiter's round buttocks, and could only look at his nose and heart.

Standing at the door of the private room named Tingyu, Jiang Qingqing took Shen Haofeng's arm and said, "My sister is here, so don't be nervous."

The waiter pushed open the private room door.

Just as Jiang Qingqing guessed, there were two families sitting in the private room, including three that Shen Haofeng had met before, namely Jiang Wanlin, Wei Fanghui and Jiang Qingqing's sister Jiang Yiyi.

There are also two middle-aged people and a "young talent", who should be Wei Fanghui's friends and family.

Seeing Jiang Qingqing and Shen Haofeng appear, everyone in the private room turned their eyes this way. Some people had surprise in their eyes, some were confused, and Jiang Yiyi was full of excitement.

"Mom and Dad, Uncle Chen, Aunt Li." After Jiang Qingqing greeted several elders, he added: "Uncle Chen, Aunt Li, this is my boyfriend Shen Haofeng."

Boy friend?

Not only Chen Guang and Li Muling, but also Jiang Wanlin and Wei Fanhui were a little surprised. Jiang Wanlin and his wife even ignored their daughter's "exaggerated" dress for a while.

Only Jiang Yiyi called Shen Haofeng brother-in-law with excitement on her face.

The young man named Chen Feng, who wore gold-rimmed glasses, looked at Shen Haofeng with eyes full of hostility.

Shen Haofeng nodded politely to the elders and smiled at Jiang Yiyi.

As for Chen Feng, he was completely ignored by him.

"Uncle Chen, Aunt Li, this is a gift for you." Jiang Qingqing, who pulled Shen Haofeng to sit in the empty seat next to Jiang Yiyi, stood up again and handed the wrapped "Smooth Sailing" to Chen Guang and the others.

Chen Guang smiled and said, "Qingqing is determined."

"Is this a painting?" Li Muling took off the cloth cover and looked at the oil painting in her hand. She said in surprise: "Qingqing, did you paint this yourself?"

"Qingqing, I never thought you could draw so well, you almost look like a famous artist."

Facing Li Muling's praise, Jiang Qingqing said shyly: "Aunt Li, this was painted by Haofeng."

"..."

It was obvious that although she still had a smile on her face, she was probably feeling more uncomfortable than eating a fly.

Shen Haofeng took the time to take a look at the Chen family. Chen Guang was a little bald, and it was obvious that he was not easy to reach middle age. He was about 1.6 meters tall. Li Muling, who was sitting next to him, was taller than him. Compared with his skinny figure, , the person also looks plumper. Now with exquisite makeup, he and Chen Guang look like two generations.

Later, Shen Haofeng found out that she had been a singer when she was young.

Chen Feng perfectly inherited his father Chen Guang. He is about 1.7 meters tall and is taller than the average man. He is also very thin and his skin is very white. However, he does not look very healthy and gives people the feeling that his body has been hollowed out by alcohol and sex. .

If they are just judging people by their appearance and say that they like young people who are knowledgeable and courteous, Shen Haofeng doesn't believe it. Shen Haofeng feels that Jiang Qingqing's reverse operation today may be exactly what Chen Feng wants.

Fortunately, he was close to the water and could strike first.

As Shen Haofeng was thinking, he suddenly felt someone pulling him. He turned around and saw that the person pulling him was Jiang Yiyi. He heard the little girl whisper: "Husband and brother-in-law, was that painting really painted by you? ?”

What a messy name.

It almost made Shen Haofeng's imagination run wild.

Fortunately her name is Yiyi.

"To be precise, your sister and I painted it together." Shen Haofeng explained.

"My sister?" Jiang Yiyi looked in disbelief: "She did it for you?"

That's not true, she took a shot.
To be continued...