happy ex-wife

Chapter 724 The Painter with a Story ([-])
"How old are you, and your house still has access control?" Qiao Yaruan said contemptuously, "At worst, let's go back to school."

Shui Anluo could feel that Qiao Yaruan was not in a good mood today, so she didn't object, but went directly with her.

When they passed by, it was the time when there were many people, and there were a lot of people grilling in the open air. They finally found a place, ordered something and waited for it to be delivered.

"Hey, let me tell you, you and your family Chu are finally reconciled now, why aren't you remarried?" Qiao Yaruan asked while drinking beer.

"He hasn't proposed yet." Shui Anluo said as a matter of course. Because of her health, she just went to buy a cup of hot milk tea nearby. Qiao Yaruan also knew her menstrual period, so she didn't ask her to drink with her.

Qiao Yaruan envied Shui Anluo the most during her menstrual period, because she didn't even suffer from stomach pains, she was simply not a woman.

"Don't be so hypocritical, and when your boss Chu is hypocritically gone, you can cry." Qiao Yaruan said in a deep voice.

"Cut, I'm going to find the bathroom." Shui Anluo looked around, and finally got up to find the bathroom.

Qiao Yaruan continued to drink, seeing Shui Anluo so happy, she also wanted to fall in love, but when she thought of this, she would think of Feng Feng, and then, what she thought of was the scene at the door of the hospital ward where he almost strangled herself to death , This is something she has been unable to let go of.

Shui Anluo went to the bathroom and came back, but when she passed the arch bridge, she saw the painter who was painting on the bridge.

Shui Anluo was slightly taken aback, and slowly walked over. The artist was painting a portrait of a couple. His left hand was injured, so he could only use his right hand. Shui Anluo watched him finish the painting, looked at The couple gave the money and left. Shui Anluo saw that the money was not much, it seemed that it was only twenty or thirty.

Shui Anluo went over and sat down on the stool in front of him. The painter was arranging his drawing board with one hand, as if feeling that someone was sitting down, he said, "I want to draw a self-portrait—" Before the painter finished speaking, he Seeing the girl sitting in front of him, "Is that you?"

"Draw one for me." Shui Anluo tilted her head slightly and said.

The painter nodded, tidied up his drawing board, and then began to draw a portrait of Shui Anluo.

Shui Anluo stretched out her hand to support her chin, and looked at the painter who was serious about painting, "How long will you stay in this city?"

"Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow." The painter said.

Shui Anluo nodded slightly, and her eyes fell on the painter's painting bag again, "Is that important to you? My friend said, you were injured to protect it?"

After Shui Anluo finished speaking, she clearly felt the painter's body tremble, and she hurriedly apologized: "Sorry, I didn't mean to."

That should be given by someone who is very important to him.

The painter looks down at his painting bag, then reaches for an eraser to erase the mistakes and starts over.

"Yes, it's very important. I want to take it to see every corner of the motherland." The painter's voice was low, as if he had already looked down on all of this.

Shui Anluo's heart suddenly became more desolate.

"What about City A, have you finished watching?" Shui Anluo said in a low voice.

The painter paused again, and then his subordinates continued: "City A is her hometown, she is more familiar than me, but I miss her so much, so come back and have a look."

She, the woman who gave him the painting bag.

(End of this chapter)