Chapter 172 She is Bai Yueguang 41
Seeing her stunned at the door, Bai Yuchen felt a little uneasy.
Sure enough, did her idiotic behavior disgust her?
After being stunned for a moment, Qing Wu led him to the center of the room with a calm expression and looked at the room.
This is a studio.
There are many watercolor paintings on the walls.
The people in the paintings are all hers without exception.
The iconic long blue hair and blue eyes are easily identifiable.
In the painting, she is either smiling like a flower, or charming, or frowning in anger...
Each painting shows a different expression of the person in the painting, lifelike.
She flipped through the paintings on the table, and sure enough, she was also the one painted.
Such a big room and such a scene are a bit spectacular.
"I didn't expect you to be so good at painting." After lowering her eyes for a while, she said the first words after entering the room.
Bai Yuchen, who had been holding her hand quietly, heard this and held her tighter, "I was wrong."
"Huh? Your painting is really good."
She tilted her head and looked at the nervous man with a teasing smile: "When did you start drawing these? Or... when did you start falling in love with me?"
Bai Yuchen changed the person's hand to a hug.
Putting his chin on the girl's shoulder, he thought for a while before replying: "It seems to have been six years ago."
"Oh."
In this way, Qingwu felt relieved.
Fortunately, I didn’t fall in love with it when I was a child.
Otherwise it would be too early to mature.
Withdrawing from his arms, she looked at the paintings with admiration, "Can you give these paintings to me? I like them very much."
"Well, it's all for you."
The purpose of painting these is to have a psychological support.
Maybe it was precious before, but now that his girl is by his side, these things don't seem so important. Qingwu liked these paintings very much and wanted to pack them all up and take them back to the villa.
But the accumulation in six years is too much.
She folded her hands, looked at some of the paintings that had been put away on the table, and asked doubtfully: "Aren't you moving out of the old house now? Why didn't you bring these paintings with you?"
Bai Yuchen was taking the watercolor painting hanging on the wall, and stopped when he heard this.
"I have lived here for a long time. I only go to the villa we live in now when I am composing music."
Qing Wu curled his lips and murmured in a low voice: "But now you use it to hide your beauty in the golden house..."
"Huh?"
"Well, I'm surprised that you actually need to find another place to create."
Bai Yuchen came over with a painting and put it on the table.
"Because it's quiet there." He rubbed the girl's head.
Qing Wu blinked, "It's quite quiet here."
Excluding the servants and the grandparents who like to travel around, there are only two owners living in this house.
As soon as she finished speaking, she heard the sound of opening the door not far away, followed by a loud voice.
"Old Bai, are you there? Call Yuchen over. There is a document here. I need him to give me an idea!"
Bai Yuchen sighed helplessly.
Qingwu understood a little bit.
With his father here, he really didn't have much peace and quiet in the old house.
The housekeeper who came over after hearing the sound looked at his husband with some helplessness: "Sir, I forgot that the young master is with Miss Qingwu now. I'm afraid he won't pay attention to you if I call you."
Bai Shuozhi: "..."
What nonsense are you talking about?
"I really don't know what this brat wants to do. He has such a good business talent, but he has to play the piano." He muttered, closed the study door, and went downstairs.
(End of chapter)