How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1900 Sweet Marriage Chapter 461 He seems to always address her with only one word 'you'.

Hao Xiaoman looked at the painting with a blank expression, all expressions and movements seemed to be frozen, the fruit fork in her hand fell to the carpet unknowingly, but she didn't notice it at all.

Completely different style of painting, completely different painters, this painting is so different from the one painted by her who claimed to have reached the level of a master back then, yet so similar...

She clearly remembered that after finishing the painting with great interest, she showed off to Bei Fanxing, but the man was busy with his own affairs and didn't even want to look at it.

Later, in a fit of anger, she took the painting off the easel, crumpled it up and threw it into the trash can. She also ran to his study and slapped the palette on his desk...

The sudden pain from her waist pulled back her wandering thoughts.The man's big hand around her waist was unconsciously closing in, with such force that it almost broke her bones.

She turned pale, and when she raised her head, the man's tight jaw came into view.

Those dark eyes, which seemed to be forever impenetrable to light, were filled with indescribably monstrous, sky, anger, and fire.

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, and I want to raise two Just a dog 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 lively life with the person I love the most cute child……

The murmur of the woman when she was delirious was still echoing in his ears, overlapping with the picture scroll in front of him, and a tsunami rising into the sky drowned his reason like a tsunami.

The huge living room fell into an eerie silence for a while.

Several people had their own ghosts, only Bei San Shao fiddled with the painting with a depressed expression on his face: "Why do I seem to have seen this place before..."

After a pause, he opened the other paintings out of curiosity.

They are all similar pictures, but the details have been slightly adjusted. It seems that they were specially sent to Beifanxing to pick out the most satisfactory one, so they painted so many on purpose.

"It's almost the same?"

He blinked in doubt, then turned to look at Bei Fanxing with a smile: "Brother, since they are all similar, you can choose the one you are most satisfied with, and can I choose the rest?"

From the moment he opened the painting to the time he finished speaking, Bei Fanxing didn't even look at him during the whole process, and his sharp black eyes, like a falcon, fell on the woman opposite him almost from the beginning to the end.

From her careless forking of fruit at the beginning, to her shock and panic later, all were captured by the man's keen eyes.

Nan Muqing lazily leaned on the single sofa, poured himself a glass of wine carelessly, the tense atmosphere in front of him was the best soothing agent.

He tilted his head, wantonly admiring Nan Mubai's extremely gloomy and cold face, somewhere in his heart, a spark ignited from the dead ashes, that faint warmth was him wandering in the cold world urgently needed.

Over the years, only when he saw his anger and pain, he could occasionally find a trace of peace.

Bei Fanxing lit a cigarette, and the rising smoke blurred the expression on his face, only his voice was clear and sharp: "You seem to like this painting very much?"

In his memory, he never seemed to call her by her name, nor would he call her 'Mrs. Nan Shao' politely. It seemed that he would always only address her as 'you'.

(End of this chapter)