The ex-wife with a high price, Gu Shao's favorite

Chapter 1249 What I Draw Is...You
Italy-
Qing Cang came to pick Anna up and left the hospital, but Anna sat on the sofa without moving, "Where's Han?"

"Boss is not free." He is still with Miss Han now.

In the ten days since she was hospitalized, he has only appeared once, and that was when he sent her to the hospital.She suffered such a serious injury because of him, but he didn't come.

Anna looked up at Qing Cang, and was bound to ask an answer: "Is Han busy with the group? Or..."

"Boss is accompanying Ms. Han." Qing Cang replied truthfully, "Miss Anna, Mr. Fei is dead. You are safe now. Boss bought a villa for you. I will take you to a new residence later."

Anna froze for a moment.

"Miss Anna, let's go." Qing Cang made a gesture of invitation.

Anna stood up slowly and walked out of the ward.

Qing Cang drove to the new villa. He took out the luggage from the trunk, helped Anna carry it in, and put it in the corner.

Anna looked around the villa, feeling extremely sad in her heart.

The villas are luxurious.

In this respect, he never treats her badly.

Qing Cang took out a check from his suit pocket, "Miss Anna, the boss said there is no limit on this check, you can fill in any amount you want, as long as you are happy."

Anna took the check, and Qing Cang said again: "Two maids will come to serve you later, so I will go back and report to you first."

"Qing Cang." Anna called to stop him, "You know the background of Han Yiren better than I do. With such a woman by Han's side, wouldn't you be afraid of getting burned?"

"I can't control the boss's decision."

"But you can advise, you are Han's right-hand man, shouldn't you mention him?"

Qing Cang frowned, then stretched out, "Miss Anna, don't worry, I will figure it out."

"Han Yi people can't stay." Anna said the last sentence.

Qing Cang walked out of the villa, and when he returned to the castle, he saw the overlapping and warm scene in the garden.

Xiao Han stood behind Han Yiren, with his tall body wrapped around her petite body, and his wide palm wrapped around her small hand, and the two were painting with a brush.

"Don't move." Xiao Han's magnetic voice rang in Han Yiren's ear.

Han Yiren's ears were red, and she felt itchy, so she hid aside.

"As soon as you move, I will draw crookedly." The corner of Xiao Han's mouth hooked slightly.

Han Yiren muttered, "This painting is crooked..."

She has long seen that he has no talent for painting. No, the painting in front of her can be described as horrible. To be honest, she doesn't even know what he is painting.

"Is the painting crooked? I think it's not bad." Xiao Han looked down at her.

Han Yiren stared at the painting carefully, left and right, but couldn't see why.

"Are you sure you drew well? What are you drawing?"

Xiao Han continued to wave the paintbrush, "It's almost finished, let you guess when it's finished."

Han Yiren didn't speak, but looked intently at the painting in front of him.

Five minutes later, Xiao Han put the brush aside and looked at his painting with satisfaction.

Han Yiren bit his index finger, trying very hard to see what he drew, but he still couldn't see it.

"What are you drawing..." Han Yiren turned his head and asked him, but caught his sight unexpectedly.

His deep eyes were like whirlpools, sucking her tightly.

The distance between Xiao Han and Han Yiren is not very far, only two steps away. He grabbed her with a long hand and firmly pulled her into his arms, "I drew...you."

Han Yiren: "..."

(End of this chapter)