Lovely wife, hard-to-support husband is too domineering

Chapter 706 She Lies for Another Man (1)
"Ha ha--"

Xiang Bei chuckled, raised her chin lightly with his palm, the corners of his eyes and brows were filled with warmth, "Are you bullying me? Or am I bullying you?"

"It's you who bullies me! It's you, it's you!" If it's unreasonable, Fu Huanyan is second to none.

Xiang Bei surrendered and coaxed her: "Okay, I'm the one who bullied you."

Fu Huanyan pointed at his chest, and said aggrievedly: "You are so bad, I hate you so much!"

She said that every time she lost her temper, and Xiang Bei felt sad and helpless when she heard it.They broke up unhappy that day. On the one hand, he wanted to neglect Fu Huanyan for a while, and on the other hand, he was upset.The stalemate between the two families has taken so many years, and he doesn't want to wait any longer.But then he thought about it, it was really not easy for Fu Huanyan to be able to paint step by step to today, if he really loves her, he should help her!

"good!"

Xiang Bei bowed his head and kissed her on the cheek, his voice was very low, "I take back what I said last time."

Fu Huanyan blinked.

The man's thin lips fell on the corner of her mouth, and he said with a smile: "You don't want to give up painting, I won't force you again."

"..." Fu Huanyan didn't seem to expect him to say that, her eyes turned red.

She spread her arms around Xiang Bei's waist, and pressed her face against his chest, "Aren't you afraid of spoiling me?"

Spoiled?
Xiang Bei's eyes are gentle, there's really no way around this.There are so many people in this world, but he only wants to spoil her alone.

The man's doting laughter rang in his ears, Fu Huanyan tiptoed to kiss his lips, her cheeks flushed unconsciously.

"Are you still eating?" Xiang Bei clasped the back of her head with his palm, staring at her fiercely.

Fu Huanyan's heartbeat kept accelerating, and she shook her head boldly.Because of the awkward quarrel, Xiang Bei didn't come over for more than ten days, he couldn't bear it long ago, the person in You Qi's arms had a small red face, and his bright eyes and teeth seduced him.

"You said it!" Xiang Bei hugged her by the waist, and walked upstairs excitedly, "Don't beg for mercy for a while!"

Putting her arms around Xiang Bei's neck, Fu Huanyan raised her head to stare at his resolute side face, her bright red lips gently pursed.After so many years, this man can still make her heart beat.

Fu Huanyan told herself in a low voice that a man can tolerate her shortcomings and her willfulness, no matter how unreasonable she is, he is willing to hold her in his palm, so Fu Huanyan, this life will be him.

The next morning, when Fu Huanyan woke up, Xiang Bei had already left.She got dressed and went downstairs. There were a lot of semi-finished products in the kitchen, and she could eat them with a little heat.In order to take care of her in the past few years, Xiang Bei has learned how to cook instant food, such as twelve ways to eat instant noodles, six different flavors of quick-frozen dumplings, and many more.

Fu Huanyan put the milk in the microwave to heat it up, and her long-suffering mood cleared up.After breakfast, she sat in front of the drawing board again, this time full of inspiration.

Dare to feel inspired is linked to the mood, the mood is cheerful, and the inspiration bursts out.The painting, which had been a week of trouble, was completed within two hours. She looked at the completed painting with satisfaction, and took a photo to send to Xiang Bei.

A few minutes later, Xiang Bei replied with a great expression and invited her, "Let's have dinner together at noon?"

"Okay." Fu Huanyan agreed, feeling light.

Putting down the phone, Fu Huanyan continued to sit in the chair to complete the follow-up work. When the final payment was made, she habitually wrote the last word of her name, Yan, in the lower right corner of the painting.

This is a habit that Huahua has developed over the years. Every time Fu Huanyan completes a work, she must leave her name in the lower right corner.

It feels so good to finish painting in one go, Fu Huanyan hasn't been this happy for a long time.She wants to continue creating with inspiration, but she needs to buy paints when they run out.

Putting on some clothes to go out, Fu Huanyan got on the bicycle with her bag on her back, and there was someone standing not far away for a long time.

"Yan."

Fu Huanyan raised her head in astonishment, and stared at the man walking towards her in disbelief.

A coffee shop converted from a gallery, the surrounding decoration style still retains the unique elements of the studio.White statues, bracket drawing boards, bright colors of graffiti on the walls, and sketches hanging around are extremely rich in matching.

Fu Huanyan stirred the coffee in the cup, her expression slightly nervous, "When... did you come back?"

"Last month." Song Dengen's eyes fell on Fu Huanyan, without any concealment.

The coffee in the cup was stirred up in circles and circles. Fu Huanyan lowered her head, smiled, and said, "It's really rare. Over the years, this is the longest time you have been back."

Song Dengen pursed his lips and nodded halfway, "A friend wants to hold a solo exhibition this time, please come back and help."

Fu Huanyan didn't speak, picked up the mug and took a sip, frowning slightly.

"Is it bitter?" Seeing her frowning, Song Dunen hurriedly asked, "Don't you like black coffee?"

black coffee? !

Fu Huanyan stared at the cup in a daze, slowly recalling the past.When she was still in college, she began to love painting. At that time, she mixed with her classmates from the school's painting club. Once she went out to sketch and met Song Dengen, a top student at the Academy of Fine Arts.

I still remember that night in the ancient town, Song Dengen unscrewed the thermos, poured out two cups of hot coffee, handed a cup to Fu Huanyan, and asked her with a smile, "Student Fu, do you want black coffee?"

At that time, Fu Huanyan took the cup with a smile on her eyes and eyebrows, "I want to drink."

Sighing silently, Fu Huanyan took another sip of coffee from the cup, still frowning bitterly.How did she drink it before?At that time, I still felt very fragrant after drinking it. Where is the fragrance?It's obviously painful to die!

Picking up a piece of sugar on the side and stuffing it into her mouth, Fu Huanyan frowned. The coffee made by Xiang Bei was delicious, not bitter at all, and had a special aroma.

Thinking of Xiang Bei, Fu Huan took out her phone with a yank.When she slid open the screen, she saw a lot of missed calls. She bit her lip and her expression sank.

It's over, she seems to have sent pigeons to Xiang Bei!

"What's the matter?" Song Dengen asked cautiously.

Fu Huanyan held the phone that was turned to silent, curled her lips and said, "It's nothing."

The phone happened to vibrate at this moment, and Fu Huanyan put the phone in her bag helplessly.Forget it, if she answers the phone at this time, I'm afraid there will be more misunderstandings, so don't answer it!

The man on the opposite side had the same eyebrows and eyes, Fu Huanyan raised his head, Song Dengen still dressed casually, denim clothes and long hair seemed to be his theme, which remained unchanged for years.

"Yan, you've changed a lot." Song Dengen raised his eyebrows, looking at the once innocent girl in front of him, with a gentle tone.

Fu Huanyan shrugged and said helplessly, "You're getting old."

A woman's youth is only a few years, and she spends almost all of her time on painting.So Fu Huanyan told herself more than once that she must draw something famous!

(End of this chapter)