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

Chapter 732 Can't Say Goodbye (1)
While talking, she took out her mobile phone and proudly held it out, pointing to him, "Look at our baby, she must be so beautiful in this dress!"

Song Dunen glanced at her and laughed along with her.Fu Huanyan always talks about her nephews and nieces. Almost everyone in the team knows the famous siblings of the Fu family.Anyone who usually sees good-looking boys' or girls' clothes will tell her immediately.

"I'll go and buy it." Fu Huanyan can never wait for something that Fu Huanyan likes.She pushed open the door of the store with her bag, and turned her head after thinking of something, "You go to the restaurant and wait for me first, I've already made a reservation."

"Okay." Song Dunen nodded. The restaurant is just in front of the street, and they usually frequent it.

Entering the store to buy the skirt, Fu Huanyan was secretly happy.Fortunately, she acted quickly, and there was only one dress in each size. She imagined the glamorous scene of Fu Baobao wearing it, and really wanted to run home.

Walking out of the shop with the bag in hand, the smile on Fu Huanyan's mouth gradually faded.

go home?
She really wanted to go home, but for the sake of Xiang Bei, she had better bear it!

Reaching out to touch the necklace pendant worn around her neck, Fu Huanyan hooked it out and put it on her lips for a kiss.She turned to face the glass window and tried to smile.

Before she left Minghai City, she secretly took the pebble away from Xiang Bei. Later, she was worried about losing it, so she asked someone to make a necklace pendant and wear it on her body all the time.

About Xiang Bei, about them, she seemed to keep them all in dust, and she would not let herself touch them.But whenever the night was quiet, she would hold the stone and tears would still fill her eyes.

A long time ago, Fu Huanyan read a novel in which the hero and heroine had to break up because of family resistance.But after the breakup, the infatuated male protagonist guarded the beautiful memories of the past and never got married in his life.

remember?She also has many memories, happy ones, beautiful ones, romantic ones, quarrelsome ones...

Holding the stone tightly in her hand, Fu Huanyan chuckled.I hope her memories are enough to accompany her through the remaining years.

The setting sun on the other side of the street was dazzling, Fu Huanyan raised her eyebrows and looked over, she was taken aback by that familiar face.

Her mind went blank, and when she came back to her senses, the man was already standing in front of her.

Close at hand.

"You—" Fu Huanyan was completely stunned.

With his hands in his pockets, Xiang Bei's slender figure made him not weak in the slightest even in a foreign country. He fixedly looked at the person in front of him and said with a smile, "The weather is good."

After a long time, Fu Huanyan bit her lip, tears streaming from her eyes.

Paris has a pleasant climate, and the ancient streets that maintain their original style are clean and tidy.Pedestrians in twos and threes shuttled by, adding some gorgeous colors to this peaceful and comfortable place.

Fu Huanyan put away the last stroke, took a half step back to look carefully, and then pursed her lips in satisfaction.She excitedly carried the drawing board to the next room, and shouted loudly, "Dunn, what do you think of my drawing?"

The man who was coloring turned his head, narrowed his restrained eyes, "Did you really draw it?"

"That's right!" Fu Huanyan was in a state of excitement, before she regained her composure, she lowered her face, "Song Dengen, what do you mean?!"

"Ha ha--"

The man raised his lips in a hurry, got up and walked over to ease and said: "This painting is the best one you have seen this year."

"The best?"

Fu Huanyan didn't care about his rhetoric, she looked down again, and smiled in agreement, "Yes, I think so too."

The face of the opposite person was full of spirits, Song Dengen pursed his lips, and the loneliness that flashed in the corner of his eyes quickly subsided.He reached out to take the painting, raised his eyebrows and looked at Fu Huanyan, "For this exhibition, let's show this painting too."

Fu Huanyan was taken aback by Song Dengen's words, and it took him a long time to realize, "You want my paintings to be exhibited together with yours?"

"Yeah." Song Dunen nodded, his eyes not seeing any jokes, "If it was your other works, I would definitely not reserve a place for you, but this painting is eligible!"

Do you want to say it so mercilessly? !

Fu Huanyan smacked her lips, blushing a little at what he said.Don't look at Song Dengen's usually gentle appearance, but as long as it involves painting, he will not be sloppy at all.Even if they have known each other for so many years, if Fu Huanyan's painting level is not up to Song Dengen's standard, he will not give face at all!
"Is there a problem?" Seeing her staring at her, Song Dunen asked her softly.

"No, no." Fu Huanyan waved her hands, her tone obviously grateful, "Dunn, thank you for giving me the opportunity."

"I didn't give you the chance," Song Dengen's eyes fell on the drawing board in his hand, "It's the chance you fought for yourself!"

After a pause, Song Dengen looked up at Fu Huanyan, and said in a deep voice, "Yan, I knew a long time ago that you will definitely succeed!"

Fu Huanyan's heart was sour, "I haven't succeeded in the end, so don't give me reassurance."

The man pursed his lips and smiled, "Don't worry, if I say you can do it, you will definitely not let me down."

Anyone who loves painting longs for his works to be loved and recognized by more people.That is the greatest reward for their own persistence and dedication.Fu Huanyan is no exception. Her dream is that one day her own works can be hung in any corner of the world.

For this seemingly ridiculous dream, she worked hard for more than ten years, and now she finally got an opportunity!Fu Huanyan didn't think about what the result would be. Maybe because she had failed too many times, she was very calm and indifferent deep in her heart.

buckle -

Someone knocked on the door and came in, "Sister Fu, the batch of paintings we sent for mounting have been retrieved, you go and check them."

"Okay." Fu Huanyan was serious when she was working.

She took out her white gloves and put them on, then turned around and asked the man beside her, "Do you want to go and have a look?"

"Just go and see." Song Dengen always had this attitude, leaving everything to Fu Huanyan to take care of.Fu Huanyan didn't say much, he didn't care about these trivial matters, so he didn't need to force anything.

"I framed this painting myself."

Song Dengen spoke suddenly, and Fu Huanyan looked at the painting holding her in his hand, slightly surprised, "You did it yourself?"

"Yes." Song Dunen's tone was affirmative.

Fu Huanyan moved her mouth, but left the studio without saying anything.In fact, besides the painting, Song Dengen is also very good at mounting flowers.In particular, there is a lot of knowledge about what kind of picture to match with what kind of picture frame.In an art exhibition, what kind of picture frame can enhance the sight of the painting depends directly on the choice of picture frame.

Just now she was thinking that if her paintings were to be exhibited, she would have to find a good framer, but she never thought that Song Dunen would do it himself.

In the past few years, Song Dunen has devoted all his energy to painting, and he has not done those things for a long time.Even the works in this art exhibition are all mounted flower masters from outside, which cost a lot of money!

(End of this chapter)