[MTL] Scum Attack Spoiled Husband [dressing book]

Chapter 17

Since then, there has been a bright duck yellow in the green farm. On this day, Gu Xuanlang came back from the town with a motorcycle and a blue crane.

Tang Kele, who was weeding his buttocks in the vegetable field, immediately stood up and took the initiative to go out of the vegetable field to help Gu Xuanlang and others get things. "Oh, this time you two bought a lot of things. Didn't you say that you bought the screw buckles for building farmhouses? What are these drawing boards and drawing pencils for? Do you two want to develop hobbies?

"It's for Qinghe. He ran out of drawing tools he used before. I think this drawing board is also very good, so I want to buy it all for him in one go." Gu Xuanlang did not ask Tang Kele to help with things, but motioned Tang Kele to help Lang Qinghe.

Tang Kele, who got the hint, immediately went to help Lang Qinghe get something, and followed Lang Qinghe, saying curiously, "Qinghe, you don't tell me that you like painting."

"I don't like it either. I studied it specially when I was a child, and when I grew up, I learned relevant majors, so I didn't leave it." Lang Qinghe has always been unwilling to communicate with others, but Tang Kele is a particularly grinding and extremely chat-loving person. Even if he doesn't answer, Tang Kele will chatter beside him until he grinds his mouth.

Tang Kele closely followed Lang Qinghe into the room. Lang Qinghe had no sound again. He smiled and put down the things in his hand, and looked at the Lang Qinghe who put down the things and began to untie his helmet.

Tang Kele laughed so much that Lang Qinghe was uncomfortable all over. He put down the little yellow duck helmet and said, "What are you laughing at?"

"Hey hey, your little yellow duck is beautiful. This color is so cute." Tang Kele smiled very sincerely, and then added, "It suits you very well."

"..." Lang Qinghe raised his eyebrows, and his face was not good or bad. He recalled that in the motorcycle supplies store that day, Gu Xuanlang praised the beautiful clip of wearing a little yellow duck helmet, and the corners of his mouth quietly hooked up, "I also think it's pretty."

"Uh-huh." Tang Kele didn't want to be the topic terminator. When Lang Qinghe was sitting on the sofa drinking tea, he also came up and said, "Qinghe, how tired you are to talk to your brother Xuanlang on this day. Why don't we have a good chat?"

"What are you nagging about? Didn't we talk just now? I'm not very talkative. Lang Qinghe put down the teacup and looked at Gu Xuanlang, who was still tidying up the toolbox outside the door. He couldn't help looking at it twice.

Tang Kele followed Lang Qinghe's line of sight and didn't see any mystery, so he quickly began the next topic, "Since you said you are not interested in painting, what are you most interested in? Well, it's just your hobby. I don't have any special hobbies except for making game videos every day and occasionally playing games live.

Lang Qinghe withdrew his sight. There was a little impatience in his amber eyes, but when he thought of Gu Xuanlang's words that persuaded him to make more friends before, he still put up with it. He lowered his eyes and thought carefully for a long time. He didn't notice Gu Xuanlang, who had entered the house at this time, and replied by himself, "I actually like to understand. It's cut."

"..." Gu Xuanlang, who had just entered the door, suddenly stopped and pretended to look at his mobile phone. He stood at the entrance of the door and listened to Lang Qinghe's next words with his ears.

"!!!" Tang Kele was far more surprised than Gu Xuanlang. His mouth was wide open and his face was no longer as leisurely as before. His nervous little claws began to scratch the sofa, and he asked again in a low voice, "What do you like to dissect? You... You have to make it clear. Didn't you study architectural design? How can you be interested in anatomy?