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

Chapter 711 Quarrel (3)
Just as Xiang Bei was about to raise his lips, he felt something was wrong after thinking about it.How did he get reduced to being compared with walnuts?
"Well!"

The kiss on her lips was urgent, and Fu Huanyan gasped, feeling Xiang Bei's faint anger.At this time, she didn't dare to struggle, and changed to a tender offensive.

Fu Huanyan tried her best to relax her body and put her hands around his neck.Such submissiveness really earned Xiang Bei's sympathy.The strength in his hands gradually softened, but he still held the person in his arms.

"Happy face."

As the man's handsome face approached, Fu Huanyan raised her head and stared into his eyes, feeling that it was dark and dark inside, and she couldn't see the bottom at a glance, "Don't do things that make me angry."

Things that make him angry?
Fu Huanyan gasped, subconsciously avoiding his eyes.Xiang Bei stretched out two fingers to pinch her chin, his black eyes bloomed sharply, "Answer me, huh?"

"I didn't." Fu Huanyan retorted instinctively.

Xiang Bei stared into her eyes, his mood gradually calmed down.These years, Fu Huanyan has been very obedient. In her eyes, nothing but painting is painting, but now the man who made her obsessed with painting is back.

Xiang Bei has always known that that man is a different existence in her heart.

"Good boy!" Xiang Bei chuckled, with conflicted emotions flashing in his eyes.He has used many tricks and tricks on Fu Huanyan these years, but he can't be like this forever. After many years, he really wants to see what kind of position he is in Fu Huanyan's heart. !

Xiang Bei was on a business trip, and Fu Huanyan suddenly felt bored.He is usually there, and he calls at least three times a day, always asking if she has eaten on time.Sometimes she was drawing, because his phone was interrupted a lot of inspiration.But when the phone fell silent, she felt unaccustomed to it.

Button button -

Someone knocked on the door, Fu Huanyan put down her paintbrush and ran over. The courier put down a big box and said, "Please sign for it."

Fu Huanyan saw the mailer's name, took a pen and signed it.When the courier left, she unpacked the package and carefully took out the painting named 'Happy Face'.

In front of the drawing board in the center of the studio, Fu Huanyan sat in the opposite chair and concentrated on admiring it.She raised her fingertips and stroked along the lines in the painting from a shallow distance.

Really well drawn!

Fu Huanyan raised her eyebrows, she still can't draw such charm, at least not yet.For most of the day, she was studying the coloring and brushwork of this painting, just looking at it, she remembered what Song Dunen said on the stage that day, and the expression in her eyes changed slightly.

When I met Song Dengen that year, she hadn't graduated from university yet, so she was easily attracted by the artist's aura in Song Dengen.Facts have proved that there is indeed something in Song Dengen that Fu Huanyan admires. His talent for painting is enough to convince Fu Huanyan.

In the past, she even thought that it would be a good choice to carry a bag and travel around the world with him.However, Song Dengen is a man like the wind, and Fu Huanyan has been looking for him for a long time because of his sudden departure without saying goodbye.

The past is like yesterday, Fu Huanyan recalled that period of time with an indescribable feeling in her heart.In fact, there is a question that she hasn't asked until today.Back then, Song Dunen owed her a reason for leaving without saying goodbye.

Wake up early in the morning, the weather is not very good.The gloomy sky seemed to be brewing with heavy snow again.Fu Huanyan was standing by the window holding hot milk, thinking that it must not snow, since Xiang Bei was not around, she was afraid of the cold.

The painting in front of the drawing board was graceful and graceful. When Fu Huanyan turned her head and saw the touch of blue, her eyes moved.Last night, on a whim, she took out all her works over the years, and after reading them one by one, she was a little panicked.

The things she draws are always appreciated by her alone.Is it good or bad?
No one at home understood, and neither did Xiang Bei.Fu Huanyan bit her lip, glanced at the red card on the table, and sighed silently.Maybe Song Dunen is right, she needs such a circle, someone needs to give her professional advice, and guide her in a direction when she is confused.

Since getting along with Xiang Bei, Fu Huanyan has basically stopped participating in the activities of that circle. She feels that she is closed, closed in her own world, which is not acceptable.

After glancing at the time, Fu Huanyan went upstairs to change her clothes, put the things she needed into her bag, and left the studio by bicycle.Although Xiang Bei doesn't like her participating in such activities, she can tell him slowly, and she can always convince him!

When she came to the studio, Fu Huanyan opened the door and went in, and there was already a lot of people inside.The two-story building was filled with dozens of people, some of whom she knew, and someone shouted, "Huanyan, you're here."

Those friends were all established when Fu Huanyan participated in the painting club before. In the past few years, she didn't participate very much, and there were very few opportunities for them to meet each other.She smiled shyly and greeted everyone.

Song Dengen came out of the back studio with his things in his arms, saw Fu Huanyan standing at the door, and immediately smiled and said, "You're here."

Fu Huanyan nodded, trying to maintain a detached attitude, not wanting everyone to misunderstand.

These people are all painting idiots, and they love painting as much as Fu Huanyan, so when they are with them, Fu Huanyan will not feel that she is a different kind, that feels good.

After getting along for a short time, everyone returned to the topic.There is a drawing board in front of everyone. Fu Huanyan is not prepared and is worrying. Song Dengen brought something and put it in front of her, "Use mine first."

"Thank you." People around looked over, Fu Huanyan didn't want to attract more people's attention.

Song Dengen basically didn't write much, and kept shuttling among the crowd to guide.Holding the pen, Fu Huanyan felt a little blank in her mind, unable to think of what to draw for a while.

"Do you still like sunflowers?"

There was an extra cup of hot tea in front of her, Fu Huanyan picked it up and sniffed, and said casually, "I like it."

After the words fell, her eyes lit up, and the scene in front of her eyes made her laugh out loud.Fu Huanyan raised her pen and glanced at Song Dengen beside her, only to see that the corners of his mouth were as gentle as water.

Everyone gathered together to paint, and Fu Huanyan hadn't participated in it for many years. This feeling was very good, and it could calm down her impetuous heart.The phone in her pocket vibrated from time to time, she frowned and slid the screen away, and she couldn't help lowering her voice when answering the phone, "Hello?"

"Where are you?"

"I..." Fu Huanyan glanced around, and ran to the window with her mobile phone in her hand, "I'm drawing."

The voice over there was deep and deep, and it took a long time for Xiang Bei to speak again, "Really?"

Fu Huanyan was a little nervous, and said perfunctorily: "I'm painting, I won't talk to you anymore, I'll call you at night."

Snapped!
Fu Huanyan hung up the phone without waiting for him to answer.She quickly ran back to her chair, picked up the brush again, and continued the endless work.

In the next two hours, Fu Huanyan didn't drink a sip of water, nor moved her place.She sat in the chair with no distractions, and finished her work in one go.

(End of this chapter)