MTL - Extreme Pampering After Marriage-Chapter 769 Qinghuan in Ming City (3)
Chapter 769 Mingcheng Qinghuan (3)
During the summer vacation, Kang Mingcheng painted self-portraits for others on the street, and she stood beside him holding an umbrella for him.
That summer, Mo Qinghuan became several degrees darker visible to the naked eye. When people asked her, she just smiled and said that this is the most popular healthy color in Europe and America.
In the end, Kang Mingcheng still fell under her heat, even knowing their identities was like a cloud and mud.
They were really in love at that time, and they were so proud that Kang Mingcheng would take orders and draw pictures day and night in order to give her a gift, and would carry her for a long distance on a rainy day without soiling her newly bought shoes Far away, he would kiss her in the narrow and stuffy room, and vowed to make her a princess for the rest of his life.
Later, under the temptation of his future and money, he still betrayed her and went abroad with the sponsorship of the Mo family, but she couldn't resist the pressure of the family and married a man she didn't love.
Kang Mingcheng left his homework as soon as the get out of class was over, and left the classroom before the bell rang.
Hurriedly rushed to the door of the cafe and saw her sitting by the window through the glass window with far-reaching and yellow eyes, as if she was thinking about something, so engrossed in thinking that he didn't even notice when he walked in.
Until he sat down on the opposite chair, "Is the coffee here not good?"
There are two-thirds of the coffee in front of her left, and it has already cooled down.
Mo Qinghuan came back to his senses, his eyes were a little cooler, "I'm not used to drinking such cheap coffee beans."
Kang Mingcheng didn't seem to understand the deep meaning in her words, and said with a slight smile: "I have a few bags of coffee beans from others at home, you can try it later."
Mo Qinghuan didn't answer, but stared straight at him.
"What's wrong?" Kang Mingcheng asked curiously.
"I remember that when you went abroad to study painting, everyone said that you would become a great painter." Mo Qinghuan's red lips were slightly drawn, and her smile was cold, "Now you are just a university teacher. It seems that you were abroad Didn't learn much either."
The arc of Kang Mingcheng's mouth was slightly sluggish, and the dimness in his eyes was so fleeting that he couldn't catch it. Then he smiled and said: "Yeah, I didn't study very well, so I can only come back to be a teacher and teach students."
"Being a teacher if you don't study well, aren't you afraid of misleading your students?" Mo Qinghuan's words were tinged with thorns, obviously resentful.
Kang Mingcheng knew where her grievances came from but pretended not to know anything. He changed the subject and said, "Let me show you around. You can go to dinner later."
After sitting for a long time, Mo Qinghuan remembered to get up and move around, so he got up and went to Mo University with him.
Kang Mingcheng introduced some architectural scenery of Mo University to her, but Mo Qinghuan lacked interest, and memories of the past kept flooding in his mind.
Even when eating, I have no appetite, eat very little, and put down my chopsticks after a while.
Kang Mingcheng didn't force her, he didn't have classes in the afternoon, so he drove her back to his residence.
Mo Qinghuan sat in the car and did not get out of the car, "What did you bring me here for?"
"You eat hotel food all day, or you should get tired of takeaways. I'll cook something delicious for you in the evening."
Mo Qinghuan showed suspicion, "You want to cook for me?"
Kang Mingcheng laughed, "Why can't I cook for you?"
That's right, he used to cook for her often, which made her gain ten catties suddenly.
After eating in hotels for so many years, she rarely ate home-cooked food. Mo Qinghuan wanted to eat after hearing what he said, so she got out of the car and went upstairs with him.
Kang Mingcheng lives in a 200-square-meter large flat, with a minimalist decoration style, and the only thing that is a little smoky is probably his kitchen.
There is a large four-door refrigerator with all kinds of kitchen utensils. There are more than a dozen seasoning boxes alone. It can be seen that he is a person who often cooks.
Kang Mingcheng brought her a pair of new men's slippers, "You can visit casually, there is soda in the refrigerator, if you want to drink water, take it yourself, I will go to the vegetable market."
He has been staying in a hotel this week, and the refrigerator at home has nothing to eat except some drinks and eggs.
Mo Qinghuan nodded casually, wandering around the house without looking at him more.
He said to visit casually.
There is a public bathroom and two guest bedrooms outside, and the master bedroom suite also has a large cloakroom in addition to the bathroom.
There are not many clothes in the cloakroom, but the clothes are neatly arranged, and there are several aromatherapy.
Mo Qinghuan suddenly remembered that when they were enjoying the future together, she said that the future home should have a large cloakroom, otherwise she would not be able to fit her clothes and jewelry.
Kang Mingcheng agreed without any hesitation, and will definitely design a large and beautiful cloakroom for her in the future.
After so many years, he has long forgotten.
Mo Qinghuan took a deep breath, pulled out of her memories, walked out of the bedroom, and pushed open the door next to her.
In a large studio, there are many paints on the shelves, all of which are of the same brand, and there are many paintings on the wall. Judging from the style of the paintings, they should be painted by himself.
She walked over to look at the paintings, and there were some landscape paintings in front of her, until she saw a figure painting at the end.
The painting is a lively street, a young boy is helping others to draw portraits, and a girl is standing beside him holding an umbrella for him.
The boy in the painting is Kang Mingcheng, and the girl is herself.
The frame of the painting should have been there for many years, but I didn’t expect that he still kept the painting.
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Kang Mingcheng found her in the studio after shopping for groceries.
Mo Qinghuan sat in front of his drawing board and took a brush to scribble randomly on the white paper.
Kang Mingcheng taught her to draw before, but she really didn't have much talent for drawing, and the things she drew every time were not as good as elementary school students.
Mo Qinghuan knew that he was watching, threw the brush away, and said willfully, "I won't draw anymore."
Kang Mingcheng Fei slightly hooked his lips, "I'm still so impatient."
She stood up and looked at him, "What's wrong with being impatient?"
"It's nothing." Kang Mingcheng walked over and put the paintbrush she dropped into the brush container, "It's as long as Her Royal Highness is happy."
"As long as Her Royal Highness is happy." This sentence was his old mantra.
Mo Qinghuan gritted her teeth, "Are you mocking me for being old?"
It was an honor to be called Your Highness the Princess when she was young, but now that she is in her mid-mature, she just feels like mocking herself when she hears this title again.
Kang Mingcheng raised his head, surprise flashed in his eyes, "Why? But Her Royal Highness is indeed not suitable for you. The princess back then is now the queen."
Compared with the frankness before, she is now more tenacious and powerful.
Mo Qinghuan didn't know whether he was telling the truth or flattery, and didn't bother to pursue it, so he changed the subject and said, "What did you buy? What are you going to do for dinner?"
Kang Mingcheng did not answer directly, but said: "Don't worry, Her Majesty's stomach will never be abused."
Mo Qinghuan sneered slightly, but said nothing.
Kang Mingcheng let her watch TV in the living room while he was busy in the kitchen.
By the time Jin Wuxi fell, home-cooked dishes with three dishes and one soup were already set on the table, steaming hot and full of aroma.
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See you tomorrow.
(end of this chapter)
