Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 236 Teared Her Heart
"you……"

Mo Xiaowan was so angry that he bit his lip hard, tears welling up in his eye sockets.

"This is my first painting, if you don't like it, how can you ruin it?"

As soon as he touched her tears, Xuanyuan Chen felt a little regretful.

Is this little thing sent from heaven to anger him?

But every time she shed tears, his heart would be soft again.

Not to mention hurting her, just pinch her neck.

But the fact that he is the majestic eighth king of Xuanyuan Kingdom, a man who stands up to heaven and earth, is imagined as a good man, he can't help but not angry.

She wanted to coax her, but felt that she had been too pampered during this period, so she became more unscrupulous and drew such a painting that humiliated him to anger herself.

"Don't think about it in the future."

He said this bluntly, then turned his head and walked out the door: "This king is going to walk around in the woods."

A good scroll of painting was broken into scum all over the place. Mo Xiaowan felt that what was broken was not a painting, but Uncle Xuanyuan who tore her mind into pieces.

Her mind also represents her heart.

It was a very sad thing to tear her heart into pieces.

She, Mo Xiaowan, was really angry this time!
Entering the door of the side bedroom, thinking about drawing a clear line with Uncle Xuanyuan in the future.

So a table was brought, and the door to his bedroom was closed, and the table was moved up against it.

After bathing and changing, she lay on her back on the bed, unable to fall asleep for a while.

In Weiyuanhou's mansion, even in front of Ayi, she never showed her talent in her previous life, because she knew how humble and insignificant her Mo Xiaowan was in the eyes of Weiyuanhou's forces.

Even if she showed off her talent, she was just severely suppressed even though she was not likable.

If she dawdles, she might still be able to live like a mouse in the cracks, but if she removes even the last bit of disguise, she will only attract jealousy and die faster.

After entering the Eighth Prince's Mansion, with Uncle Xuanyuan as a big backer, she was so excited that she tried hard to pick up the portrait painting skills she learned in the hobby class in her previous life.

Unexpectedly, the first time she painted, she was ruthlessly ruined by Uncle Xuanyuan.

Her good intentions made her feel very uncomfortable being trampled under her feet. In the next few days, she no longer wanted to draw figures, and learned from her master Xie Wudi to draw Fenglin and ducks together.

Flowers, trees, small animals and so on are much easier to get along with than people.

He won't get angry at her for no reason.

You won't obviously like someone, but you still have to pretend to be noble and arrogant.

She had dinner with Gu Yun early, hid in her small room to read, embroidered sachets and handkerchiefs and so on.

Hearing the movement in the bedroom next door, he plugged his ears with cloth strips and continued to read, or simply fell asleep.

Xuanyuanchen came back from a walk in Fenglin that night, and saw that the door of the side bedroom was closed tightly. When he left the bedroom, the little thing seemed very sad and angry.

He wanted to open the door to see if she was fast asleep?

As a result, the door was slammed, and something was blocked behind the door.

In fact, with his skill, let alone a door, even a wall, he can easily enter.

But thinking that she misunderstood that he likes masculinity, she really opened the door, how could she explain the scene by the hot spring to her?
than body?
train?

Doesn't he like masculinity?
No matter how you explain it, it's embarrassing.

He thought about the child, and he must have forgotten about it after a few days of tantrums, so he turned around silently, took a bath and changed his clothes, and then rested.

It was like this for several days, and soon it was the day of the Double Ninth Festival.

(End of this chapter)