Chapter 886

Shen Qianshu is sitting in the living room drawing pictures. Recently, it can be said that she has no inspiration at all. Everyone says that when she is depressed, she is the most inspired, but she is an exception.

When she is happy, her thinking is the most active and her creativity is better. Recently, she has been entangled in some worldly affairs. She has no idea of painting at all. If she has no inspiration, everything she draws is defective.

As a designer with strict requirements and not mass production by jewelry companies, Shen Qianshu has very high requirements for herself. Such defective products are not allowed to appear.

I have revised it several times, but I still don't have a good designer.

Outside the castle, there was a sound of cars.

Shen Qianshu ran to the window barefoot, stepping on the soft carpet, and watched Yeling get off the bus. His restless heart finally stabilized.

Joy is overwhelming.

Sure enough, she thought too much, and her husband came back.

"Sir..."

Shen Qianshu just took a step, and Yeling said in a deep voice, "stop!"

He came over, picked up Shen Qianshu, took her to the center of the living room, frowned, and looked at her white and tender feet unhappily, "put on your shoes."

Shen Qianshu beamed and hurriedly put on her pink, very girlish rabbit head slippers.

"Sir, where have you been so late?"

"I have a business to talk about, so I went out to talk." Ye Ling said that Zhong ran and the security guards bypassed them and went back to the monitoring room through the side door.

Yeling looked at Shen Qianshu unfathomably, and suddenly realized one thing, which he couldn't bear.

Reluctant to leave her.

Suddenly, he hugged Shen Qianshu with great strength, like trying to break her ribs, trapping her in his chest, and Yeling had a brutal idea.

Why can't you turn her into a goblin and hide it in his pocket.

I wish I were an omnipotent God.

Can solve all the difficulties in the world.

However, he is not an omnipotent God, he is just... An ordinary man.

An ordinary man who is sentimentally attached and greedy for the warmth of the world.

"What's the matter with you, sir?"

Shen Qianshu held him suspiciously, feeling that Ye Ling's mood was out of control. She gently stroked his back. Under her gentle touch, his anger and unwillingness were smoothed inch by inch.

"There's a sentence I've always forgotten to tell you." He let go of Shen Qianshu and his eyes were as cold as ice. "If one day, I lose control, you will take the children's painting and leave me as far away as possible."

Falling into the abyss, he is not worthy of her love.

It's not worth saving.

Because it will take her life.

"Sir, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand?" Shen Qianshu looked at him in confusion, "is there something wrong with your spirit again? It's time for the re examination tomorrow. Let's listen to the doctor and don't scare yourself, OK?"

Yeling, "good!"

"Sir, you look tired. Go take a bath."

Yeling nodded and went upstairs. Shen Qianshu narrowed his eyes and looked at the heavy night. He suddenly went upstairs to find Zhong ran. The people in the security room said that Zhong ran returned to the room.

Shen Qianshu knocked on the bell burning door, but there was no answer.

She was very patient and kept knocking.

A moment later.

The door opened.

Zhong Ran's hair was dripping with water, revealing his very strong and sexy shoulders and chest. He wrapped his lower body casually in a white bath towel, and Shen Qianshu was stunned

Eh, I wipe it.

Eight abdominal muscles!!

Yo, good figure!