Marry the rich: Cold-blooded President's Wife

In the rain, the outline of the studio came into view.

Or familiar with the furnishings, familiar with the hook pen, and occasionally pungent but with a trace of fragrant paint flavor.

Everything is like the original creature, so natural, her fatigue seems to have been unloaded here.

An Xiaojing looked around again. Slowly, her mood dropped.

The man is not here.

There is also a gouache painting being traced on the drawing board, as if he had gone to rest.

An Xiaojing didn't understand why she had to leave the painting halfway?

In the past, he always painted quietly here, but now? Where did he go?

Simply ignore, he went to the drawing board.

She spread out a piece of rice paper again, and the previous gouache painting was put aside by herself.

As a result, on the blank paper, there are many bloody and cruel scenes.

It's nothing else. It's the dream I had that night.

Still remember that dream, she held the child, the sky was pink light if the clouds, slowly turned into a deep red fire.

As soon as the rain came down, there was a bloody smell in the air, and the sky was redrawn because of red.

The world has become frightening.

But, in the picture, the woman is holding her child tightly. She is wearing white clothes, and the baby's swaddling clothes are also light pink.

Therefore, it is in sharp contrast to the whole dark red picture.

When the painting is finished, the picture that was originally thought to be gloomy and hideous turns into desolation.

She looked at the woman in white, and her baby in her swaddling clothes, and felt sorry.

If she could, she would rather stop at that moment forever.

At least for that moment, she had the child.

"Are you crying?"

All of a sudden, a voice came from behind. It was as quiet as a trace of spotless dust.

He asked so gently.

In the eyes, it's like a bright star.

Slowly close to an Xiaojing, he painted on her, the sky of blood red will be a mother and son to wrap.

What does this mean?

"Child? Is it about children? " He asked.

The sound, like to soothe her injured heart for a long time.

Finally turning around, she saw the man who had been waiting for a long time. His clothes were soaked by the rain.

"Are you in the rain?"

An Xiaojing was slightly surprised, but when she looked around again, except for the umbrella she had brought, he didn't have it.

"If he's gone, I just want you to stay alive. Just be there. " The man was not in a hurry to answer her question. Looking at an Xiaojing's red eyes, he seemed to have a cramp in his heart.

He cares about her.

"He may want to go to bed, so he went to a place where he can always sleep without waking up." An Xiaojing's eyes slowly empty down.

Until now, she is not willing to believe that the child is no longer in reality.

Just more willing to believe that the child just fell asleep, no longer wake up.

The man looked at an Xiaojing and patted her on the back. An Xiaojing couldn't control her emotions any more and poured her whole body into his arms.

Next, is wanton crying.

No one will give her such a sense of security, even to show off.

Vulnerability can only be shown in this person's eyes.

The crying of women in the studio and the pattering of rain outside the window make the world quiet and desolate.

The man hugs an Xiaojing, but he doesn't know how to comfort her.

"I wish you were still there." He patted her on the back again and again, as if to brush away all the grievances.

An Xiaojing can't stop choking.

Time glides slowly.

When all her grievances were released, an Xiaojing regained some sense.

At the moment, her eyes suddenly a little more shock and fear.

It seems that she didn't say anything just now. This man came to comfort himself. How did he know that the child was gone?

The surprise in her eyes became more and more obvious, and her curiosity became stronger and stronger.

"How do you see that?"

"What?"

"Child? How do you know it's about children? " In an Xiaojing's eyes, there was a trace of deep exploration. She didn't understand.

"Well, in your picture, the mother and son's white clothes are dying with blood. If there were more red pigments, the mother and son would be completely wrapped in all the red."

"Is it?" Looking into his eyes, an Xiaojing suddenly had a very strange idea in her heart. She even felt afraid.Is this man the same as Leng Yichen?

"Who are you?" An Xiaojing looked at her clear and transparent eyes and asked unprepared.

The man was obviously a little stunned by this problem. He never thought that an Xiaojing could suddenly pull away from the pain, but it was such an enduring topic for her.

"I am me!" Men understate.

His identity is a matter that need not be tangled too much.

"Who are you?" An Xiaojing's tone was a little urgent, and her voice was slightly raised.

She was just trying to prove her conjecture.

is as like as two peas, who can guess the posture and voice of her.

Can this person be that person?

"Does it really matter who I am?" The man asked. There were many favors in his eyes. Facing an Xiaojing, he slowly melted her hard thorns.

An Xiaojing's eyes gradually faded. She knew that this person would not speak.

Otherwise, so many times, I would have been able to find out the result.

"Do you believe me?" The man continued.

An Xiaojing's sincere eyes suddenly became less firm. At this moment, the person she always thought was right became uncertain.

She suddenly thought of Leng Yichen, who said he had gone to the hospital to see his brother. According to the normal rhythm, he should be in the hospital.

"I" did not finish, suddenly, a car whistle sound up.

As usual, the sound from the car into the cold door, can ring through the whole villa.

But the only difference is that some changes have taken place in an Xiaojing's mind.

She suddenly didn't want to leave. She had a bet in her heart. If the man in front of her was Leng Yichen, then the man who came back from outside would not be Leng Yichen.

A little hairy in the heart, but she still wanted to gamble.

An Xiaojing keeps her eyes fixed on the man in front of her. She doesn't want to know who the man is more than she does now!

And men, also facing an Xiaojing's eyes, have no intention of dodging.

He is such a straightforward manner, facing an Xiaojing, as if he could not unravel the mystery.

Today's question: an Xiaojing once gave a picture of white dove to the man in the studio. What's the name of the picture?

Tip: five words!

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