Chapter 171 Sister-in-law, don’t look back, I am my brother (15)

I have hidden the painting I drew for him, but what should I do with the rest?
By the time she was "de-hypnotized", the entire afternoon had passed, but from her perspective, she had done nothing.

Just as she had this thought, she saw the man in front of her spit out a portrait of Shen Che, whose style was extremely similar to hers.

Jiang Yuan:...

This has been prepared for a long time.

Feeling the painting placed inside his body, Lou Si showed a satisfied smile on his face.

Hehe, he and the painting that Yuanyuan drew for him have become one.

Lou Si carefully placed the painting on the drawing board and pressed it.

Absolutely perfect, without any flaws.

Because they had to put the painting away, Lou Si and Jiang Yuan were very close to each other.

Even though this was not the first time he was so close, Jiang Yuan could still see the slight red on the tip of his ear.

The man took a few steps back.

Another scene of losing san.

The face changed back to Shen Che's appearance.

Jiang Yuan watched him quietly as he moved closer again.

Shen Che raised his hand and placed his index and middle fingers lightly on Jiang Yuan's temple.

The boy in front of him looked a little aggrieved: "Goodbye."

The memory about painting was added to Jiang Yuan's mind. Shen Che retreated back to his chair, and his posture became the more obedient one he had at the beginning.

Jiang Yuan watched the blood-red color in his eyes gradually fade away, and finally turned into the same black as that of a normal person.

The hypnotic feeling is gone.

The boy stared eagerly in Jiang Yuan's direction, "Sister-in-law, are you done with the painting?"

Jiang Yuan was still holding a paintbrush in his hand. Upon hearing this, he subconsciously lowered his head to look at the painting in front of him.

Even her signature was imitated exactly.

"The painting is done."

Perhaps the only similarity between the two of them was that Shen Che would also jump down and run over to look at the painting.

"Let me see, let me see!"

The boy couldn't conceal his excitement, and he leaned over with his furry head to look at "Jiang Yuan's painting of himself."

"I said everything my sister-in-law draws looks good! Even better than mine!"

Jiang Yuan didn’t know where this guy learned his acting skills, he couldn’t tell at all.

"Sister-in-law, can you give me this painting? I want Butler Ji to frame it and hang it in my bedroom!"

"It was originally yours." Jiang Yuan said meaningfully.

Shen Che couldn't tell what was going on. He thought Sister Jiang was talking about the painting being given to him. He took out his phone and was about to tell Butler Ji about it, but then put it back.

Shen Yu and the servants at home had already told Jiang Yuan before. Shen Che was a child, quite naive, and could not grasp the measure in some places, so as to avoid Jiang Yuan misunderstanding him.

Therefore, Shen Che's identity makes it very easy for him to get close to Jiang Yuan.

It is even easier to get close to Jiang Yuan than being her husband.

Shen Che's expression was natural: "Sister-in-law, you've been painting for the whole afternoon, are your hands tired?"

His actions this afternoon were indeed somewhat surprising. Jiang Yuan had even forgotten to put the paintbrush back in his hand.

Shen Che took the paintbrush from her hand and put it back for her.

Jiang Yuan shook his head slightly: "Not tired."

She didn't lie, she really didn't feel tired or sore.

If she were to paint by herself, she would probably paint for the entire afternoon without stopping, and her wrists would feel a little sore from having to keep her hands raised all the time.

But this time she was drawing under Shen Che's "hypnosis". Shen Che was worried that her hands would be sore, so he always let her rest.

Shen Che didn't know whether her hands were sore or not, but even if they weren't, he wouldn't miss this opportunity.

"Sister-in-law, you've been raising your hands for the whole afternoon, how can you not be tired? Let me massage you!" Shen Che patted his chest and said, "I've learned massage, I'm very professional." Last time he said he knew a little bit, but now he has become very professional.

Jiang Yuan refused: "No need."

Shen Che knew this would be the result. With his last experience, he knew that if he kept pestering and acting cute, Jiang Yuan would agree, so he was not panicked at all.

But his face still looked worried and anxious. "My sister-in-law has worked hard for me all afternoon. I would feel guilty if I don't do something for her."

The boy looked at her eagerly, which reminded her of a puppy seeking adoption.

"Sister-in-law, just let me press it."

Thinking about the last experience, Jiang Yuan knew that even if she didn't agree now, she would still agree if Shen Che kept pestering her later.

So, I agreed this time.

Shen Che didn't push the chair, but knelt on one knee and squatted beside Jiang Yuan, wanting to give her a massage.

This identity is really cool.

"Go and move the chair over here."

Jiang Yuan had already spoken, so Shen Che reluctantly left her side and quickly pushed his chair over.

He sat down facing Jiang Yuan and took her hand...
"This is this one."

Jiang Yuan raised his right hand.

She is not left-handed and is more accustomed to painting with her right hand. She has been raising her right hand for the entire afternoon, and even if her wrist is sore, she still uses her right hand.

Of course Shen Che knew which hand Jiang Yuan used to paint, after all, he had been watching him the whole time.

Pretend not to notice, rub your left hand first, then your right hand, so that you can hold both hands.

Shen Che's plan was very well thought out, but before he could even put it into practice, someone pointed it out.

He turned to hold the other hand.

"We were the opposite way. I didn't notice."

Shen Che's expression was so natural that it was hard to tell that he was coveting his sister-in-law's hand.

Shen Che did not act too presumptuous, but just gently lifted up the small and soft hand.

The hand was so light and weightless, as if it was a light feather, falling into his palm.

Jiang Yuan's hands are very beautiful, her skin exudes a lustrous luster, like flawless jade, her fingers are long and slender, her knuckles are symmetrical, and her lines are smooth and graceful.

Her nails were neatly trimmed and rounded, with a faint pink hue.

Shen Che only took a glance, then quickly moved his gaze to Jiang Yuan's wrist, repeating to himself: "Don't hold my hand, don't hold my hand, don't hold my hand..."

He began to massage the man's wrist with just the right amount of force.

Shen Che's fingertips were warm, a few degrees warmer than her own, and felt very comfortable.

After massaging one wrist, Shen Che asked her, "Sister-in-law, how was my massage?"

"Very professional indeed." Jiang Yuan paused, "Thank you."

Shen Che continued: "Sister-in-law, would you like to massage your other wrist as well? It's better for your wrist."

Jiang Yuan:...

Still can't escape.

In fact, Jiang Yuan never knew why this man was so keen on giving her massages.

She stretched out her other hand, somewhat helplessly: "Press it."

There was a hint of indulgence in his tone.

Feeling that the tone was a little off, Jiang Yuan added: "Thank you for your hard work."

The goal was achieved. Shen Che curled his lips, his eyes showing undisguised joy: "It's not hard!"

Below the studio is Shen Yu’s study. At this time, he should be working.

He would not know that in the studio separated by a wall, his younger brother was touching his wife's hand.

I'm really worried that it will cause trouble to everyone...