Qian Liangzheng remembered everything Ling Xi said and about Wen's body.

As long as it is good for Wen's health, then what Mrs. Xiao says will be whatever she says.

Shanshan has been really hard these days. She doesn’t eat well and sleep well, so she doesn’t throw her temper at him.

He could see her secretly holding her belly, pitifully forcing herself to eat, and then vomiting again.

Every time I see him, my heart becomes soft. His relationship with Wen Shanshan is slowly cultivated after getting married.

She was grateful to Wen Shanshan for her willingness to marry her family at that moment. Later, she learned more and more that she fell in love with her.

As for the idea of ​​raising other people in the backyard, he didn't have the idea. After seeing his cousin, he deeply felt that there were too many women in the backyard, which was not a good thing.

If it were his cousin, he wouldn't even want to go back to his home.

After seeing Qian Liangzheng off, after struggling in the study for a day, he finally met his wife's man.

Some grievances.

Xiao Mochen didn't expect that after he had finished writing the story so long, Ling Xi was still at Qian's house and did not come back.

He almost turned into Wangfuyan.

Everyone around Ling Xi was competing with him for Ling Xi. He had never thought that his love rival should not only guard against men but also against women.

"Shopkeeper Qiu must know that you have written two volumes, but I don't know how happy you will be."

Ling Xi only realized that Xiao Mochen had written two verbal books today, with an amazing speed.

She only has two words left: admire.

So he won't be tired?

Ling Xi still remembers when she first learned to learn to read and when she was writing a book, all the motivations that supported her were Xiao Mochen.

However, now I have been thinking about it. I love whoever I love, and I should love myself more.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Mochen glanced at her resentfully. Manager Qiu was happy and had nothing to do with him.

"Then... Lingxi is happy?"

After saying that, Ling Xi saw that his expression became even more resentful, and his eyes seemed to be looking at a disheartened man.

Do you still remember that you will come back after lunch?

There are also things I said a long time ago that I won’t leave for too long. Haha, women, I won’t cherish it if I get it.

When he was coaxing him to write a script, he was her kissing husband. After writing the script, he was thrown aside.

Ling Xi realized it later and realized that the so-called "scumbag" seemed to be her, and the words she said casually coaxed Xiao Mochen before going out, which was then cycled in her mind.

Ling Xi silently picked up a piece of yam and put it in Xiao Mochen's bowl with a smile.

"Husband, this is a new food I specifically look for, called yam."

"When you plant some later, you can also make berry berry snow mountain."

The raspberries are red or blue, and the yam is white, with a snow-like color. It is dripping blue or red from the top. The bright color is very beautiful.

Seeing the new works of Mr. Xin You and Mr. Bashan, we started the competition.

Lingxi felt that she wanted to get a share of the pie.

She is definitely not jealous of the name of the No. 1 talented woman, and she published poems to make money.

She just feels that culture should bloom.

Ling Xi drew with a brush for a while before she could outline a character.

The little man on the paper has a round head, big eyes, a small one, and short arms. Xiao Mochen has never seen this painting method before.

But at first glance, he could tell from the expression of the little man in the painting that it was himself.

"Lingxi, is this me?"

Xiao Mochen asked in shock and disgust. He had no means of short arms and was so cute, just as cute as a clang.

The whole forehead is full of two words, but RUA.

And waiting for RUA.

"Yes, is it cute?"

"You were so cute when you were a child, probably another lady had snatched you home."

Lu Lingxi blew the ink marks on the paper, and she couldn't draw anything, and she was very good at painting.

After all, it was a tool that limited her development.

She was very uncomfortable with using a brush, and she even rubbed a lot of ink ideas on her hands. She always felt that it would be much easier to use after changing the brush.

Thinking of this, Lu Lingxi asked Eryue to go to the kitchen with her.

"Madam, can this really be used as a pen?"

February followed Lu Lingxi to fold a lot of willow branches and burn the charcoal pen, but she still couldn't believe it.

Although she didn't believe it very much, she did what Lingxi asked her to do.

Pen, ink, paper, ink, ink, books, everything about scholars is expensive.

For an ordinary family to support a scholar, he must give full play to the strength of a family.

For those of them, the girls at home are even more tempting.

Lingxi nodded.

"Yes, this is called a charcoal pen. It is very convenient to keep accounts and write."

"You don't need to touch the ink, the most important thing is to carry it with you."

The paintings she draws will be much faster with such a pen. As for ink paintings, forget it.

Everyone has what they are good at and are not good at. She just happens to be incomprehensible. The paintings she draws have no soul to the extreme.

When Lingxi came out, Xiao Mochen also came out behind her.

Looking at the new thing Ling Xi made, Xiao Mochen also squatted beside her and took a charcoal pen in his hand.

The strokes are smooth and the words written are very clear. I immediately wrote down the way to burn charcoal.

Lingxi always surprised him.

How did she know so much?

After getting the satisfied charcoal pen, Lingxi sat in her study room, her exclusive seat.

Opposite her is Xiao Mochen, and both of them have their own positions and do not disturb each other.

Of course, this distance cannot be separated from Xiao Mochen moving the chair to her side.

Two candles were lit in the study, and the lights were bright.

Ling Xi thought about it and drew a portrait of Xiao Mochen.

Regarding Xiao Mochen's appearance, she could actually draw it without looking at him.

Only after finishing the drawing did I turn my head to look at Xiao Mochen beside me, and after thinking about it, I modified it a little.

After returning from her previous life, Xiao Mochen in her memory has also changed.

After drawing Xiao Mochen, Lu Lingxi continued to draw several Q-version villains.

If you haven't painted for too long, your hands will grow.

She is not Xiao Mochen, and her inspiration will not dry up. She can write several bloody stories at a time.

Then Manager Qiu asked Manager Qiu to urge him and urge him, and he didn't even write.

The real name is heartbroken by Manager Qiu and met Xiao Mochen.

After she finished drawing the portrait, she put it aside and Xiao Mochen took it.
Chapter completed!