Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

As soon as he heard the door open, Mu Enron immediately went up.

"Miss mu... You'd better go back now. Now the young master is painting... And... Today is your wedding. I think you'd better go back. I'll send someone to send you the young master's gift later."

Smith weighed his words and replied carefully.

"I have something urgent to find him now..."

"Miss mu, what's your emergency? Can I tell you...?"

"Get out of the way!" Mu Enron's attitude was hard won. She took a step forward and was about to squeeze in from Smith's side.

Smith certainly won't allow it.

"Smith, I respect you as an elder now, so I came to ask for your opinion. Otherwise, with my identity today," Mu Enron raised his skirt with a cold smile on his face, "will you get out of the way or not?"

"Miss mu..." Smith was very embarrassed.

"If he has anything, it's all on me," Mu Enron insisted.

Smith is hard to talk when he sees this. In this way... He still acquiesces that Dongfang Shichuan's refusal is not clear.

Smith sighed and moved aside.

Mu Enron opened the door and immediately walked inside with his skirt.

"The young master is in the attic study on the top floor."

Smith closed the door, but he still made a voice to remind Mu Enron.

Mu Enron stepped on the wooden stairs with her skirt and high heels, making a clear sound. At the moment, she is in the side building of the castle. It can be said that the whole side building is all used for painting by Dongfang Shichuan.

The high rotating stairs are full of paintings on both sides, which are covered by scarlet Swan flannelette, and the falling curtain looks a little messy.

Mu Enron soon went to the top floor. It was all ancient wooden wind. There were picture frames nailed on the walls. Dongfang Shichuan stood there with this long sword in his hand. He stood there, wearing a dark brown windbreaker and white breeches on his lower body. The background behind was obviously a horse farm. In the distance, several brown horses were eating grass with their heads down.

There is also Dongfang Shichuan standing on the deck of the yacht, behind which is the vast ocean——

Once upon a time, Dongfang Shichuan was also handsome and noble. He was so proud and looked up at the world. His identity was so high, but later, perhaps because of an accident, he lost his legs and sat in a wheelchair all his life. Since then, the proud man imprisoned himself and painted all day

Dongfang Shichuan was not like this.

Mu Enron stood at the door, took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, and knocked at the door.

As she imagined, no one answered at all. Mu Enron simply pushed the door open.

Sure enough, the room, which was not too big, was in a mess, with all kinds of paintings piled up, and the scattered drawing paper on the ground lined the small attic more narrowly.

There was only one window on the opposite side, white shutters, and the night outside was hazy and trivial.

The man sat in the center of the pile of paper. He was in a wheelchair. On the painting shelf opposite was a white canvas with some lines on it.

"Brush -"

There was only silence in the air, and the sound when the nib touched the paper.