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132: He was her Salvation

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Knowing that Shen Qinglan was thin-skinned, Fu Hengyi didn’t tease her, and got up, “I’m going to make breakfast, and you sleep for a while.”

Shen Qinglan shook her head, as once she had woken up, she couldn’t fall asleep.

Fu Hengyi got up, ignoring the fact that he was not wearing clothes at all, he walked to the closet to get new clothes.
Watching the scratches on his back, Shen Qinglan’s face became more and more uncomfortable, and she avoided looking at him.

Shen Qinglan didn’t get up until Fu Hengyi had walked out of the bedroom.
She rubbed her sore waist and thighs, and she had to sigh in her heart that Master Fu’s physical strength was really good.

Her body was very exhausted.
When things got over last night, Shen Qinglan couldn’t help but fall asleep.
Fu Hengyi had to hold her to wash.

After she washed up, Fu Hengyi had already cooked breakfast, with a cup of milk with egg cakes.

Shen Qinglan didn’t like to drink milk, but whenever Fu Hengyi was home, he would prepare a glass of milk for her every day.
Even if she didn’t like it, looking at Fu Hengyi’s persistent eyes, Shen Qinglan would still drink it.

After breakfast, Shen Qinglan and Fu Hengyi stayed at home to watch TV and didn’t go anywhere.
Originally, Fu Hengyi planned to take Shen Qinglan out for a walk, but knowing that Shen Qinglan was uncomfortable, he decided to rest at home for a day.

Fu Hengyi sat on the sofa, Shen Qinglan was nestled in his arms, and a TV series that seemed to be a youth program was playing on the TV, which was very boring.

It didn’t take long before Shen Qinglan fell asleep.
Listening to her even breathing, Fu Hengyi smiled softly.
He pulled a thin blanket over her body but didn’t take Shen Qinglan to the bed.
Whoever knew her knew that even if she fell asleep, she could easily be awakened.

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In order to make her sleep more comfortable, Fu Hengyi kept his posture motionless.
He lowered his head and looked at her peaceful sleeping face quietly, suddenly feeling that his arms were embracing the world at this moment.

When Shen Qinglan woke up, half of Fu Hengyi’s body was numb.

“I fell asleep? Why didn’t you wake me up?” Shen Qinglan just woke up, so her eyes were still a bit misty.

“You were sleeping so peacefully, I didn’t want to wake you.” Fu Hengyi said with a smile, not caring about the soreness of his arm.

Shen Qinglan got up from Fu Hengyi’s arms, Fu Hengyi still kept the same posture, he couldn’t move now.

Shen Qinglan naturally noticed this too, so she squatted down and started massaging him, “If I fall asleep again like this in the future, remember to wake me up.” This fool just let her sit on him like a pillow.

Fu Hengyi smiled nonchalantly, enjoying his wife’s massage service, and said nothing.

“It’s okay… it’s okay.” After his body recovered a little feeling, Fu Hengyi let Shen Qinglan stop, fearing that she would be tired.

“What do you want to eat at noon, I will make it.”

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Shen Qinglan just woke up with no appetite, “Anything.”

Seeing her lack of interest, Fu Hengyi smiled, didn’t ask her anymore, and went straight into the kitchen.

When he came out again, he had two bowls of noodles in his hands.
She didn’t know what he put in the sauce.
But it smelled very good.
Even though she had no appetite, Shen Qinglan ate the entire bowl of noodles.

After spending the whole morning at home, Shen Qinglan didn’t want to go out in the afternoon, but also didn’t want to watch such a boring TV series.
She rolled her eyes, looked at Fu Hengyi, and looked him up and down.

Fu Hengyi felt a little inexplicable after being looked at by her like that, “What’s wrong?”

Shen Qinglan turned around towards Fu Hengyi, as if thinking about something.
She knew that Fu Hengyi was in good shape.
The shape of his figure under the clothing was clear, which contained a strong explosive power.

“Model for me?” Shen Qinglan said, eyes full of interest.

Fu Hengyi took a look at her and said, “You can paint?”

There was an easel on the balcony of the house, but Fu Hengyi had never seen her paint before, so he thought she had put it out for decoration.

Shen Qinglan smiled, tacitly accepting, “You’re not happy?”

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“If it is serving the lady, I am happy to do it.” Fu Hengyi smiled and followed Shen Qinglan into the study, only to find that the easel on the balcony had been moved to the study by her at some point.
He put his hands on the hem of his clothes, “Do you need me to take them off?” He didn’t mind getting his nude painted.

Shen Qinglan’s cheeks went hot, and she glared at him.
This rogue, Fu Hengyi’s eyes flashed with regret.

Fu Hengyi sat on the sofa according to Shen Qinglan’s instructions.
Shen Qinglan moved a small stool, sat in front of the easel, and picked up the paintbrush.

This was the first time Fu Hengyi saw Shen Qinglan painting.
His eyes were calm, filled with anticipation.
He looked at her, attentive and gentle; while she stared at the drawing board, earnestly.

Shen Qinglan painted oil paintings, which took a long time to complete, so she did not ask Fu Hengyi to keep the same movement.

In fact, waiting like this was very boring, but Fu Hengyi’s face didn’t show the slightest impatience.
While looking at her, his eyes were gentle and narrow.
Occasionally, the two of them would smile slightly when they met each other’s eyes.

Such that Shen Qinglan put down her defences and guard, and looked like an ordinary 21-year-old girl.

When the evening was approaching, Shen Qinglan put down her paintbrush, and Fu Hengyi got up, “Done?” He walked over, staring at the drawing board, startled.

There was an oil painting on the drawing board, the color was not strong, the fresh light green background seemed to be a hillside, and a man sat among the green grass, holding himself tall, wearing casual clothes, one leg bent, hands on knees, the other leg stretched randomly.

He forced his eyes and covered his eyes with one hand.
He couldn’t see his face clearly, but from the side of his face, he could see his three-dimensional features and the tall bridge of the nose.

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There was a big tree not far away, and a woman sitting on the branch was watching the man on the grass intently at this moment.

This man was surprisingly Fu Hengyi, and this woman was Shen Qinglan.

“I will take this painting tomorrow to mount it, and then hang it in the study room.” Fu Hengyi said, reaching out to get the painting, Shen Qinglan stopped him, “This painting hasn’t dried yet, let it dry first.”

Seeing the wet paint in the painting, Fu Hengyi withdrew his hand, allowing Shen Qinglan to pull him out of the study.

What Fu Hengyi didn’t see was that there was another painting underneath the sub-painting here.
It was not as fresh as the one just now.
The painting was largely in black, which occupied three-fifths of the entire painting.
Only one corner of the painting was left with a piece of white, like the dawn in the darkness.

In the vast expanse of the darkness, there was a hand that stretched out from the ground, slender and pale.
This was a woman’s hand.
On that hand, there were bright red blood stains and mottled scars.
It worked in one direction.
The ground stretched out, seeming to be holding onto something.

Looking in the direction of this hand, one could see a big hand, wheat-coloured, with thin calluses on the palm, and there was a bright light behind that hand.

In the lower right corner of the painting, there were two shallow words-salvation.

He was her salvation.