Chapter 40: Raiders of Disabled Painters (12)

Chapter 40: Raiders of Disabled Painters (12)

   In addition, the hot soup was just boiled and sprinkled on the face, half of the face was immediately reddened, and there were small blisters.

The    memory was successfully received, and even the pain was received.

   So every time Ling Wuzhi recalled it, he could recall the pain.

   took a light breath, this time, she won't let such a thing happen again!

  After eating breakfast, Ling Wuzhi went upstairs with Xie Yizhi's breakfast on time.

  Xie Yizhi is still doing his thing every day, apart from eating, sleeping and going to the toilet, he is always painting.

   He painted very slowly. Ling Wuwei had noticed before that it would take him half a month at the earliest to finish a painting.

   Thanks to Xie Yizhi for his patience, if it were Ling Wuwei, he would be crazy!

   "Master, it's time for breakfast."

  Ling Wuzhi put breakfast on the table and repeated what she had to say to Xie Yizhi every morning.

  Xie Yizhi put down the paintbrush in his hand as soon as Ling Wuzhi came in.

   He tilted his head to look at Ling Wuwei, who was drooping his eyelids. In the past month, even though Ling Wuzhi would sometimes say irrelevant nonsense in front of him.

   But he didn't feel irritated because the topics Ling Wuyi talked to him were all around his family.

  It was either about his mother, or about what his mother told her about his sister Mizhi and about his father.

   He was always reluctant to see them or talk to them.

   So there are many things about them that Xie Yizhi doesn't know.

   Every time Ling Wuzhi would tell her everything Tian Mi told her in a story-telling tone when she was cleaning the room or when he was eating.

   At the beginning, Xie Yizhi was a little irritable and disgusted, but gradually, he also got used to listening to Ling Wuzhi talking about some external things.

   She would always speak when she would not disturb him.

   And when he needs to be quiet, she can stay in the corner very quietly, making people almost forget her existence.

   This carer who knows how to measure is undoubtedly the one he is most satisfied with, no one.

  No, he was eating breakfast, Ling Wuzhi was cleaning behind him and started talking softly.

   "Sister Qi has taken a leave of absence to go back, Master, do you know the reason? Uh I guess Master must not know the reason..."

   "Sister Qi is sick?" Xie Yizhi turned to look at Ling Wuzhi.

   His tone was very light, but Ling Wuzhi's eyes widened in surprise.

  'Sister Qi is sick', that's five words!

   This is the longest sentence Xie Yizhi has said to her for so long.

   is also a rare time to speak to her.

   In the past month, Xie Yizhi has spoken to her in a total of 20 words.

   So Xie Yizhi said five words to her at one time, Ling Wuzhi was simply flattered!

The    surprised expression only appeared for a moment, and Ling Wuwei pretended to be calm: "Young master guessed wrong! Sister Qi is not sick, but pregnant!"

Looking at Xie Yizhi's unbearable surprise, Ling Wuyi grinned: "It's normal for the young master to guess wrong, even the wife didn't think that Sister Qi was almost forty years old, and she was pregnant again. But because Sister Qi only has one daughter in her family, so Sister Qi wants to give birth to the child."

  Xie Yizhi turned his head and continued to eat porridge, he wouldn't admit that he was embarrassed by the gaffe just now!

   Seeing Xie Yizhi turning his head, Ling Wuzhi also lowered his head to continue cleaning.

  Although Xie Yizhi has only 30 points of favor towards her now, he has accepted her existence as a nurse.

  Perhaps occasionally, her existence also slightly relieved his long-term loneliness.

   Around nine o'clock, Ling Wuzhi sat under the window of the studio and looked down at the book.

   Yes, the studio.

   A week ago, Ling Wuzhi discussed with Xie Yizhi that she moved her position under the studio window, citing that the light in the corner of the bedroom was too dark and it was not good for eyesight.

  Xie Yizhi thought about it for about five minutes and then agreed.

   Since then, Ling Wuyi has been busy with her work every day, and she is fascinated by the books Tian Mi has prepared for her.

   "Knock Knock-"

  Three knocks on the door made Ling Wuzhi, who was reading, and Xie Yizhi, who was painting, turn to look at the door at the same time.

  No one would knock on Xie Yizhi's door except for Ling Wuzhi.

   At this time, Ling Wuyi was in his room, so he would definitely not go out the door.

   Then, who will knock on his door?

  Xie Yizhi didn't know who was knocking on the door, but Ling Wuyi knew that it was Shu Ya who was knocking on the door.

   As soon as his thoughts fell, someone spoke outside the door: "Yizhi, I'm Shu Ya, I'm here to see you."

  Shu Ya's voice is very nice, just like a radio announcer, people can't help but want to quiet down and listen to her.

   Hearing Shu Ya's voice, the paintbrush in Xie Yizhi's hand fell to the ground, and the paint on the pen also smeared on the floor.

  Ling Wuxie stood up, and before he reached Xie Yizhi's side, Xie Yizhi pushed the wheelchair towards the door.

  Ling Wuzhi was stunned for a while, although he knew Xie Yizhi's feelings for Shu Ya.

   But for the past month, she was used to Xie Yizhi's cold and indifferent look.

   Xie Yizhi, who couldn't hide the joy in his eyes, even the corner of his mouth raised a little bit, really made Ling Wuzhi unable to react.

   Shu Ya outside the door knew that Xie Yizhi was there, so she spoke to herself.

   "Sorry for Yizhi, I haven't come to see you for so long, mainly because I'm too busy! You don't know, a lot has happened this year."

  Xie Yizhi leaned on the wheelchair, lowered his head, and listened carefully to every word Shu Ya said.

  Ling Wuzhi squatted on the ground, while cleaning the floor stained with brushes, while paying attention to Xie Yizhi's expression.

   Looking at Xie Yizhi's gleaming expression, Ling Wuzhi felt a little sullen.

   She has never seen Xie Yizhi like this!

   "Yizhi, are you listening?" asked Shu Ya outside the door.

  Xie Yizhi blinked and gently opened his lips: "Yes."

   When he spoke to her, his tone was light, but when he spoke to Shu Ya, he had an imperceptible smile.

   Damn! Just one word, even the tone is different!

  Do you want to treat it differently? !

unhappy!

  Ling Wuzhe pouted and wiped the floor hard, wishing to wipe a hole in the floor!

   Shu Ya, who was outside the door, got Xie Yizhi's answer and seemed to smile: "Yizhi, how have you been recently?"

"Yes, how about you?"

   "I'm fine. I'm working as an assistant to President Mo in the Mo Group. Does Yizhi know about Mo Zhihan?"

   "Well." Of course he knew that Mo Zhihan was Uncle Mo's son.