[R18] Addicted to pampering you: The mysterious wife of the military master – “Addicted to Pampering You: The Military Master’s Mysterious Wife” Chapter 129 [English]

131. he is her salvation

Knowing that Shen Qinglan was thin-skinned, Fu Hengyi did not tease her. He stood up and said, “I’ll make breakfast, and you can sleep a little longer.”

Shen Qinglan shook her head, she couldn’t fall asleep when she woke up.

Fu Hengyi stood up, regardless of the fact that he was not wearing any clothes, and walked to the closet to get clothes. Looking at the scratches on he’s back, Shen Qinglan’s face became more and more uncomfortable, and he turned away from 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 had to sigh in her heart that Master Fu’s physical strength was really good.

She felt very refreshed. After finishing last night, Shen Qinglan was so tired that she couldn’t help but fall asleep. It was Fu Hengyi who carried her to wash up.

After she had washed up, Fu Hengyi had already made breakfast, including egg pancakes and a glass of milk.

Shen Qinglan didn’t like drinking milk, but Fu Hengyi would prepare a glass of milk for her every day when he came home. Looking at Fu Hengyi’s insistent eyes, Shen Qinglan would drink it even if she didn’t like it.

After breakfast, Shen Qinglan and Fu Hengyi stayed at home and watched TV without going anywhere. Originally, Fu Hengyi planned to take Shen Qinglan out for a walk today, but knowing that Shen Qinglan was not feeling well, he decided to rest at home for the day.

Fu Hengyi was sitting on the sofa, and Shen Qinglan was nestling in his arms. What seemed to be a youth TV series was playing on the TV, which was very boring.

Not long after watching, Shen Qinglan fell asleep. Listening to her even breathing, Fu Hengyi smiled softly, pulled the thin blanket on one side and covered her body. No one carried Shen Qinglan to the bed, knowing that she would be easily awakened even if she fell asleep.

In order to make her sleep more comfortable, Fu Hengyi remained in this position without moving. He lowered his head and looked at her peaceful sleeping face, and suddenly felt that the whole world was embraced in his arms 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 had just woken up, and her eyes were still a little hazy.

“Seeing how soundly you sleep, I don’t want to scream.” Fu Hengyi said with a smile, not caring about the soreness in his arms.

Shen Qinglan stood up from Fu Hengyi’s arms. Fu Hengyi still maintained his previous movements, but he couldn’t move now.

Shen Qinglan naturally noticed it, squatted down and gave him a squeeze, “If I fall asleep again, remember to wake me up.” This fool just let himself sleep on his pillow.

Fu Hengyi smiled nonchalantly, enjoying his wife’s massage service and didn’t answer.

“Okay, that’s it.” After his body regained some consciousness, Fu Hengyi asked Shen Qinglan to stop her hand, fearing that she would be tired.

“Whatever you want to eat for lunch, I’ll make it.”

Shen Qinglan had just woken up and had no appetite, “Whatever.”

Seeing her lack of interest, Fu Hengyi smiled and walked straight into the kitchen without asking her.

When he came out again, he was holding two bowls of miscellaneous noodles in his hands. He didn’t know what was in the sauce. It smelled very fragrant. Shen Qinglan finished the bowl of noodles even though he had no appetite.

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

Fu Hengyi was a little confused by the way she looked at him, “What’s wrong?”

Shen Qinglan walked around Fu Hengyi, seeming to be thinking about something. She had long known that Fu Hengyi had a good figure. After seeing him last night, she knew even more clearly how well-defined the figure wrapped in home clothes contained strong explosive power.

“Will you be a model for me?” Shen Qinglan asked, her eyes full of interest.

Fu Hengyi, on the other hand, glanced at her and asked, “Can you draw?”

There was indeed an easel placed on the balcony at home, but Fu Hengyi had never seen her paint before, so he thought she was placing it for decoration.

Shen Qinglan smiled and took it as acquiescence, “Not happy?”

“It is my pleasure to serve Madam.” Fu Hengyi smiled and followed Shen Qinglan into the study. Only then did he realize that the easel on the balcony had been moved to the study by her at some point. He put his hand on the hem of his clothes, “Do I need to take off my clothes?” He didn’t mind painting naked.

Shen Qinglan’s cheeks heated up and she glared at this gangster. A flash of regret flashed in Fu Hengyi’s eyes.

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

This was the first time that Fu Hengyi saw Shen Qinglan painting. His calm expression conveyed the tranquility of time. He looked at her, focused and gentle; she stared at the drawing board, seriously.

Shen Qinglan was painting an oil painting, and it didn’t end so quickly, and she didn’t require Fu Hengyi to keep the same movement.

In fact, this kind of waiting is very boring, but there is no trace of impatience on Fu Hengyi’s face. He looks at her with gentle and tender eyes. Occasionally, when he meets Shen Qinglan’s eyes, the two of them will smile softly.

This kind of Shen Qinglan has lost her guard and vigilance, as well as her coldness, and looks like an ordinary 21-year-old girl.

Towards the evening, Shen Qinglan put down his painting brush. Fu Hengyi stood up and asked, “Is the painting finished?” He walked over, his eyes fell on the drawing board, and he was startled.

On the drawing board is an oil painting, the tone is not rich, the background is fresh and light green, it seems to be a hillside, with a man lying on the large green grass, tall and straight, wearing casual clothes, one leg is bent, his hand is on the knee, and the other leg is stretched out casually.

He closed his eyes and covered them with one hand. He could not see his face clearly, but from the side of his face, he could see his three-dimensional facial features and high nose bridge.

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

This man is clearly Fu Hengyi, and this woman is Shen Qinglan.

“I will frame this painting tomorrow and hang it in the study.” Fu Hengyi said, reaching out to pick up the painting, but Shen Qinglan stopped him, “This painting is not dry yet, let it dry first.”

Seeing the wet ink in the painting, Fu Hengyi withdrew his hand and let Shen Qinglan pull him out of the study.

What Fu Hengyi didn’t see was that there was another painting under the painting here. The color was not as fresh as the one just now. This painting was filled with large swaths of black, occupying three-fifths of the entire painting. There was only a patch of white left in the corner of the painting, which looked like dawn shining through the darkness.

In the vast expanse of darkness, a hand stretched out from the ground. It was slender and pale. It was a woman’s hand. There were bright red bloodstains and mottled scars on that hand. It stretched hard in one direction, as if it was reaching for something.

Looking in the direction of this hand, you can see a big hand, wheat-colored, with thin calluses on the palm. Behind that hand, there is a bright light.

In the lower right corner of the painting, there are two words – salvation.

he is her salvation.