mtl008 Chapter 150 Are we progressing too fast?
Chapter 150 Are we progressing too fast?
It should be said that I have endured it not just for a day or two, but for several months.
He thought about this woman's body almost every night.
When Huo Beimo's kiss fell from her lips down to her thin collarbone, she trembled slightly before she realized what he meant by continuing.
In the middle of the day in the office, he was interrupted by Bai Hua's knock on the door. He thought it was over. Unexpectedly, he was thinking about it all day long. The first thing he did when he got home was to deal with her.
Is this really the Huo Beimo she imagined?
In her opinion, Huo Beimo was handsome and aloof, even rejecting women thousands of miles away. That time between the two of them, it was because of the effect of drugs that he lost touch with her. Now, why does she feel like he is hungry? Wolf-like?
Wen Jiu was kissed until he felt dizzy and his hands and feet became weak.
"and many more……"
"What's wrong?" He murmured, his blurred eyes fixed on her, his voice low and charming.
"Beimo, are we too anxious? Others fall in love slowly. We had a flash pregnancy and a flash marriage, and now..." Wen Jiu always felt that everything went too fast.
Although she has no experience in love, girls should feel noble. Even though she is dizzy now and wants Huo Beimo very much, her reason still defeats the fire in her heart.
Huo Beimo stiffened and suddenly realized that for Wen Jiu, a little girl who had never been in love, it was already very unfair to get pregnant so soon. The two had just agreed to try dating, and he wanted her. It felt like It's a sign of irresponsibility for her.
He finally suppressed the lust in his heart, let go of Wen Jiu's body, kissed her forehead gently, and said, "I'm sorry, I was anxious."
After turning around, one went to the study to work, and the other went to the balcony to continue painting.
However, Wen Jiu began to be absent-minded, holding the brush, but for a long time he didn't know where to start.
Until now, she was not sure whether Huo Beimo really liked her, but she knew very well that she was in deep trouble.
If a woman covets a man's body, is she hopeless?
She patted her forehead, thinking about the feeling of weakness in her legs and feet just now, she really wanted to smash the egg.
After this time, Huo Beimo seemed to respect her more and more. Not only did he not touch her again, he even went to stay in the next bedroom at night.
What she doesn't know is that for a man, the feeling of sleeping in the same bed with the woman he likes but not being able to touch her is more painful than having a knife on him.
Naturally, he had to sleep next door, so he could spend the night fantasizing about her.
As soon as Wen Jiu completed the sunflower painting, he posted it on Weibo and asked for two thousand yuan. He originally thought that even if he had 100,000 fans, it might not be easy to sell.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the painting was put up, it was bought by a netizen named Momo.
When Wen Jiu silently asked for the address via private message, Huo Beimo casually gave her the address of an unused villa and readily paid her two thousand yuan.
The moment Wen Jiu received the two thousand yuan, his confidence suddenly increased.
That night, Huo Beimo returned home and saw Wen Jiu cooking.
When Aunt Hao saw Huo Beimo coming home, she immediately greeted him.
"Mr. Huo, the young lady insisted on cooking by herself. She said she wanted to make some of your specialty dishes." Aunt Hao was standing outside, worried that something would go wrong.
Huo Beimo instantly smiled.
There should be nothing more satisfying than coming home after a long day and seeing your wife cooking for you.
"It's okay, I'll go help her."
Huo Beimo put down his briefcase and strode into the kitchen.
Aunt Hao finally walked away with a rippling smile and went to clean up the house.
During the time she lived with the two of them, Aunt Hao had recently collected more and more candies. She ate them until her teeth were sticky.
In the kitchen, Wen Jiu was cooking with one hand on his waist and humming a tune happily.
"What makes you so happy?" Huo Beimo's voice came from behind.
Wen Jiu turned around with a smile on his face and said, "Are you back? I sold a painting today for two thousand yuan! I feel that the netizen has a good vision. I really like the sunflowers he painted this time. He won't lose the two thousand yuan."
"I've seen the sunflowers you painted. That netizen has really good taste. The price can be higher next time." Huo Beimo took the opportunity to boast.
"By the way, that netizen's name is Mo Mo. Just like you, his name also has the character Mo."
"It seems that people with Mo names have good taste." He said with a smile on his face.
"I don't deny this." Wen Jiu replied firmly.
Huo Beimo didn't expect that he would make her so happy when he casually bought her paintings.
These two thousand yuan were truly the most cost-effective money he had ever spent.
After all, money can't buy her happiness.
What he didn't expect was that after that day, she started painting harder.
The reason why Huo Beimo bought Wen Jiu's paintings anonymously was originally to make her happy, but it turned out that her money-obsessed temperament couldn't be changed at all. When she smelled a business opportunity, she grabbed it like crazy. A pregnant woman would go anywhere. He refused to go and spent all day painting at home, but he couldn't persuade her to stop.
And he couldn't admit that he was Mo Mo, the netizen who was blaming the sky and the earth. So, when Wen Jiu put the painting up for sale again, Mo Mo didn't continue to buy it.
He doesn't support Wen Jiu working hard during pregnancy. It's okay to paint for leisure, but it's not okay to make money with this thing.
She thought that as long as he didn't buy it, it would be difficult for Wen Jiu's paintings to be sold. After all, she listened to his suggestion and put up three thousand paintings. Unexpectedly, other netizens actually bought it.
The netizen named Baoshu commented on an essay in the comment area of Wen Jiu's painting.
[Come and sit in the pavilion again, the wind has stopped]
As soon as this comment came out, it immediately became a hot comment.
This painting created by Wen Jiu is a painting of a garden pavilion. The shadows of the trees in the painting are mottled, and the reflection of the leaves blown by the wind is painted.
The person who can write this essay must either have rich experiences or have a lot of inner vicissitudes, right?
Not only did his essay have the highest number of likes, there were also many netizens who commented on his essay.
[I originally thought the painting was beautiful, but with this essay, it feels even more story-telling. 】
Huo Beimo browsed Wen Jiu's Weibo as usual. When he saw that today's top comment was so praised, he felt a little unhappy for no reason.
After returning home, Wen Jiu excitedly told him: "My painting has been sold again. A netizen named Baoshu is not only talented, but also very discerning. I asked for three thousand, and he didn't even blink." Payment was made immediately.”
Wen Jiu shared his feelings with Huo Beimo as usual.
Before, the person she praised Mo Mo was Huo Beimo himself, so he was naturally happy to hear it.
But the tree-hugging person he was praising today was not him. He said he was talented and visionary, and he was obviously a man.
This made him very unhappy.