Rebirth wedding night!The paranoid boss got red-faced by me

Chapter 430 The Torn Painting, The Disappearing Person

An Ning took off her high-heeled shoes because her ankle was swollen. She was about to put on her shoes when Shen Yuzhi immediately picked her up.

She whispered: "Shen Yutang, put me down, I'm not wearing shoes."

Shen Yuzhi looked forward to it, and there was a smile in his eyes that were always full of hostility: "No more, Cinderella can't run away after leaving her glass slipper, let's go home."

Shen Yuzhi likes to make An Ning not wear shoes.

In this way, he could see that she didn't want to get her feet and socks dirty, but let him hold her obediently.

An Ning fell silent, because she heard Shen Yuzhi say to go home again.

When you go back, you will see the painting.

Shen Yuzhi left with An Ning in his arms, leaving only the exquisite high heels in the lounge.

The reason why Cinderella's glass slipper was left behind was because it did not belong to her.

The banquet was not over yet, Shen Yuzhi just said something in cooperation with Song Jing, and left directly.

He just wanted to take her back to Yuyuan, to get the long-awaited gift.

On the way back, it started to rain at some point, and the rain hit the car window glass, making a ticking sound, and An Ning's heartbeat became faster and faster.

At this time, the royal garden is very quiet.

Most of the people are still at the banquet.

Uncle Zhang is getting old, so he goes to bed early when he has nothing to do.

The only ones who came back were the driver and the bodyguard Xia Yu who refused to leave after being beaten to death.

Shen Yuzhi went straight to the studio with An Ning in his arms, stopped suddenly, looked back at Xia Yu and said coldly, "Don't follow us."

Xia Yu didn't move despite the terrifying gaze.

An Ning said softly: "Xia Yu, go and rest, there is nothing to do today, I will rest after talking with Shen Yutang."

Xia Yu hesitated for a moment, but nodded in agreement.

On the eldest son's birthday, the young lady wants to give the eldest son a gift, and the two of them have to get along alone. It is really inappropriate for her to be a light bulb here.

During this period of time, everything was fine, which made Xia Yu feel that nothing would happen.

After Xia Yu retreated, Shen Yuzhi went to the studio with An Ning in his arms.

He put her on the chair in the studio, saw a painting covered with a red cloth on the drawing board, and asked expectantly and nervously: "Is it this one?"

An Ning opened her mouth, wanting to stop Shen Yuzhi from looking at the painting, but at this point, there was no way to stop it.

She nodded with difficulty.

Shen Yuzhi unveiled the red cloth with full of anticipation, he was a little nervous, it was the first time in his life that he received a birthday present, even though it was his brother's birthday.

The red cloth was lifted, and he saw this painting. The person in the painting was wearing a basketball uniform, with beads of sweat on his body, and his hair was slightly messy. Shen Yuzhi held his breath slightly. This was his appearance on the court before.

The person in the painting is holding a basketball in his hand, looking forward calmly and gently.

Calm and gentle...

All of Shen Yuzhi's emotions froze.

The blood all over his body also coagulated.

This is not him, this is my brother.

The painting he had been looking forward to for a long time was not about him.

The violence that had been suppressed during this period of time finally broke out.

It was like a devil's vine, spreading everywhere, tightly entwining Shen Yuzhi, suffocating him, and driving him crazy.

He knew that An Ning had returned to normal, and he knew that An Ning knew who he was.

He also knew that An Ning deliberately called his brother's name, and deliberately did things with him that his brother liked.

He restrained his hostility, gave up everything that belonged to Shen Yuzhi, and would rather be his brother's stand-in, but An Ning's eyes never fell on him, and she only had her brother in her eyes.

No matter how he compromises, no matter how he changes, she wants him to disappear and let her brother come back.

The painting he was looking forward to was also painting his brother.

How could it be so painful.

He lived in darkness and malice, he didn't know what to do, he could only instinctively grasp the only light in front of him.

Shen Yuzhi raised his hand and tore off the dazzling painting, walking towards An Ning step by step.

He squatted down, squatted in front of An Ning, put his face against her leg, his posture was intimate, but he said in a cold voice: "A Ning, don't waste your time, brother... that is, Shen Yutang, will never come back. "

An Ning's pupils trembled.

"You...what are you talking about?"

Shen Yuzhi laughed, with a dangerous and tyrannical smile, and said solemnly: "Hehe, Aning, do you know what it means to disappear? It is completely erased from this body without leaving a trace, just like this painting , torn apart, and can never be restored to its original state, after that, there will be no more Shen Yutang, only me! Only me!"

These words directly hit An Ning's sore spot. An Ning was like a cat whose tail had been trampled, with all the thorns all over his body standing up.

Let her forget about the disguise and the danger of Shen Yuzhi.

She suddenly pushed Shen Yuzhi away and shouted loudly: "You are talking nonsense! Shen Yutang will come back, he will definitely come back!"

Shen Yuzhi just laughed crazily and looked at An Ning.

An Ning opened her eyes wide, her eyes were red but she couldn't hold back the tears.

She gritted her teeth and said word by word: "You're lying to me. As long as I'm still alive, he won't disappear. The reason why he doesn't come back must be because I haven't done well enough. You don't want to lie to me!"

Shen Yuzhi suddenly grabbed An Ning's face and kissed her hard.

An Ning struggled, she bit him.

Shen Yuzhi licked the blood stained at the corner of his mouth, let go of An Ning, and said evilly: "Did you see it? I was kissing you, and what you tasted in your mouth was my blood. No matter what I did, Shen Yutang would not Appear, no matter what happens, there will be no more Shen Yutang."

An Ning wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth vigorously, and finally shouted heart-piercingly, "Ah, get out, get out! Liar, you must be lying to me!"

Shen Yuzhi said something that An Ning absolutely could not accept, and An Ning almost lost his mind.

She grabbed the paperweight with paintings on the table and threw it at Shen Yuzhi.

Shen Yuzhi didn't dodge, the heavy paperweight hit Shen Yuzhi's forehead, and blood left the corners of his eyes, like a waking demon.

The awakened demon will hurt everyone, including himself.

At this moment, he thought, that's it, let's drag Aning to hell with him.

At this moment, a calm voice sounded from the bottom of Shen Yuzhi's heart: "Don't hurt her."

The demon seemed to have been caught in the heart, and he remained half-clear.

Shen Yuzhi glanced at the pale and angry An Ning, he abruptly withdrew his hand that was reaching out to An Ning, turned around and ran out of the studio.

He stumbled and ran upstairs to the room, handcuffed himself at the first moment, trying to find medicine for injection, but before he could, blood dripped from his forehead, the injury made his eyes full of darkness, completely out of control.

An Ning was alone in the studio, as if she had forgotten her painful ankle, walked over step by step, picked up the torn paintings on the ground, and tried hard to put them together.

But it can't be put together anyway.

The person in the painting seemed to be still looking at her with that kind of gentle eyes that embraced everything.

An Ning, who had been suppressing her grief, finally couldn't hold back anymore, and cried loudly holding these torn paintings: "Shen Yutang, Shen Yutang..."

(End of this chapter)