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Chapter 1848 Sweet Marriage Chapter 409 At that time, she was really self-willed like an out-and-out

Chapter 1848 Sweet Marriage Chapter 409 At that time, she was really self-willed like an out-and-out brat.

In his voice, there was no coldness, no savagery, it seemed that he was simply curious, and he really couldn't understand it. When he said a word, he seemed to be asking her, but more like he was talking to himself.

Hao Xiaoman suddenly had a very bad feeling, because his reaction was too unusual.

……

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, there are overcast clouds, and it looks like a heavy rain is about to fall in the early spring.

As soon as the bedroom door opened and closed, a handsome man wearing only a white bathrobe walked over slowly. There was porridge and some appetizers on the plate. He ticked her chin with his fingers, and his voice was flat and inaudible. What emotion: "Since I'm not Fanxing, you also know that I don't have the patience to coax you to eat, either eat it yourself, or I force feed it, you choose."

She still looked at the rolling dark clouds without moving, and her weak voice seemed to be talking to herself: "Do you see that dark cloud, does it look like a black tulip?"

The movement of the man stirring the porridge suddenly stopped.

"When I grow up, I must make a lot of money, and then buy a small island in the Caribbean. It doesn't have to be big, just enough for me to live in. I want to plant a lot of tulips on the island. I want to raise Two dogs and two cats, I want to build a small boat by myself, go fishing during the day, and barbecue at the beach at night, eat the freshest fish, watch the purest night sky above the sea, and have a baby or two with the person I love the most Lively and lovely children..."

The ever-changing dark clouds in the strong wind gradually put together that picture, vivid and vivid, close at hand...

She saw the blue sea, white sandy beaches, small buildings with red walls and green tiles, a large tulip in full bloom, small wooden boats moored on the coast, and kittens and puppies running by the sea...

But she was the only one sitting by the sea, alone.

Maybe she was waiting for someone to return, maybe she was really the only one living on that island, looking at the endless sea alone every day...

The eyes, which had not been closed for three days and three nights, gradually became heavy unconsciously.

She had a dream.

In the dream, she was still young sitting in the studio on the third floor of the villa, explaining her paintings to the man beside her seriously: "Look, this is the starry sky, this is the sea, I hope this sea is the Caribbean Sea, this It’s a bonfire, on which the fish you catch is roasting, these are my two dogs, these two kittens are yours, this is me, this is you! How is it? Is it close to the master level? level?"

The handsome and indifferent young man glanced at it indifferently, and perfunctorily threw out a word: "En."

The smile froze on her face: "You didn't even look carefully!"

He stopped talking, as if he had completely forgotten about her existence, and continued to work intently.

She pursed her lips, took the drawing off the easel, rolled it up and threw it directly into the trash can, then turned around angrily and went out.

She rushed straight into his study and slapped the palette on a pile of papers on his desk.

There must be very important documents in it, because he was able to go to bed at one or two o'clock, but stayed up all night that night.

At that time, he was really self-willed like an out-and-out brat.

Fragmentary pictures, like a movie that has been edited and messed up, are replayed over and over again in my mind...

……

The rain poured down.

The man's bony fingers landed on her pale and haggard face, from the center of her eyebrows, and finally stayed on the shallow curve of her lips.

(End of this chapter)

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