Black-hearted Wife And Evil CEO

An Nian was put on the bed that moment, suddenly opened his eyes, hazy with a trace of bewilderment, after thoroughly seeing the people in front of him, slightly hoarse voice opened his mouth: "are you awake? Do you have a headache? I'll ask Mrs. Liu to make some wake-up wine soup for you. " As she spoke, she struggled to get out of bed.

"Don't move. You're good to sleep. I'll just tell mama Liu. Besides, I don't have anything to worry about." Li Mo deep gently pressed her shoulder and stopped her from getting out of bed.

Annian looked at him seriously, her eyes were still, "can you tell me what happened?"

Li Mo Shen didn't expect that an Nian would ask him so directly, so his facial expression obviously changed for a while, and then he recovered his calm. "It's OK. The company had a party last night, so I drank a little more wine."

What he said was so calm that people couldn't help believing it.

But an Nian knows that the things hidden in his heart will never be so simple.

But if he didn't say it, an Nian was not easy to ask. He could only make it known that nothing had happened.

"It's ok if it's OK. Then you can ask Mrs. Liu to make you a wake-up wine soup. I'm a little sleepy. I'll sleep for a while." Annin found the steps for her and even more for him.

"Well, you have a good rest. I'll go out first." Li Mo deep covers the quilt for her gently, turns to walk toward the bedroom door.

Annie looked at his back when he went out. She could not help but feel some loss. She could understand the profound meaning. However, when he continued to choose to hide from her, her heart was still a little uncomfortable.

He didn't trust her, which made Annie a little uncomfortable.

She sat on the bed with her heart full of worries and didn't know who to talk to. She simply picked up the phone and called Lin ChuChu, who was far away in W country.

Since Lin ChuChu knew the news that Gu Kai was arrested, he must also know the reason. She didn't care about anything else, just wanted to know how much Li Mo had been involved in. If Gu Kai really broke the law and was punished for it, she had nothing to say, but if all this was fabricated by Li Mo Shen for revenge, she would never allow him to go further and further on the wrong road The phone was connected, and she called Lin Chu's name in a low voice.

"Elder sister, I'm boarding now. I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. I'll talk about anything when I get home." After saying so much without waiting for an Nian to react, she opened her mouth to ask where she was going, and the other end of the phone was hung up.

Annian holds the hand of being hung up, and the sense of loss in her heart is even more serious. Li Mo Shen doesn't talk to her. Lin Chu Chu doesn't finish with her. She really feels that she has failed in her life and can't find any meaning of existence.

After thinking about it, the only thing that can let her find a sense of existence at this moment is the child in her stomach, and the second is design. The children in her belly and xiaosiai will grow up day by day. Why not design some beautiful clothes for them when she has time now?

Said that the wind is rain, an Nian opened the quilt and got out of bed, and walked cautiously toward the studio specially designed for her by Li Mo Shen.

Suddenly, she picked up a small piece of white paper in her drawing brush, but she didn't even use a brush for a long time.

Perhaps because she couldn't write, her lips pressed tightly into a straight line, and her face was slightly tangled.

I can see that she's a little broken.

Trembling small hands toward the white paper, she tried to stabilize their own mood, forcing themselves to draw something out. But the nib of the pen rustled on the paper, and her heart suddenly seemed to be defeated.

No, she didn't want this design. What she wanted to draw was not like this at all.

Maybe she couldn't stand the struggle in her heart. The white paper was torn off by her, and it was flying to pieces in minutes.

Once not, again, her dictionary has never given up a kind of possibility, she picked up the brush again, once again made full preparation, but the fluttering small hand fell towards the white paper, she still did not know how to write.

She abandoned the design she was proud of, and so it was!

Not to mention the design of clothing, even the courage to use the pen are not, but clearly that day, she had a particularly smooth painting of an oil painting, how can today's painting can not come?

She was a little worried. She stood up from the chair with a big range of motion, and hit the stool behind her and the paint box on it.

She was a little flustered and raised her hands. For a moment, she didn't know what to do. She was about to squat down to pick up those things. Suddenly, someone came into the door.

"Don't move, I'll do it!" The person who heard the sound came in was Li Mo Shen. Hearing the noise from upstairs, he immediately rushed up. He went to the bedroom and found that she didn't sleep obediently. So he searched along the room one by one and found the studio. As soon as she opened the door, she was ready to squat down to pick up the colorful, scattered paint boxes on the floor.An Nian hears his voice, squat down slightly stiff for a moment, some frightened eyes see Li Mo Shen, some nervous expression, momentarily at a loss.

She doesn't know what's going on with her? It seems that everything is not controlled by her brain. What she wants to do and what she wants to say appears to be so powerless and careless.

Li Mo deep support her, "I'll clean up for a while, first send you back to the room."

An Nian looked at him in a daze, did not nod, nor answer, like a puppet man to follow the footsteps of Li Mo Shen.

Although Li Mo Shen didn't say anything, he could not help doubting the abnormal behavior of an Nian.

Once again, anniang was sent back to the room. Li Mo asked deeply, "are you ok?"

Some of an Nian, who was out of his wits, shook his head in a very low voice: "I can't draw any more ····"

his heart trembled, and his deep eyes became soft. He gently grasped an Nian's hand and gently comforted him: "it's OK. You just haven't taken a paintbrush for too long. Besides, creating this kind of thing depends on inspiration He started writing all of a sudden. Of course, painting doesn't say anything. "Really? "An Nian's voice is full of some delicate and pitiful, and looks at Li Mo Shen with tears.

Warm big palm gently stroked her long hair, especially said: "do you not believe my words? How could I have lied to you. “