The reborn petite wife is beautiful and sassy

Chapter 225
Even, Luo Zhibin thought, in this lifetime, even if everyone would leave him, only Chu Wan would not.

Or, even though everyone may stop looking at him, she will always revolve around him and follow him firmly all the way from the beginning to the end.

Even if there is a steep and steep cliff ahead, as long as he is at the bottom of the cliff, she will definitely jump down without even thinking about it.

She loves him so much, it's hard to control her love, and she can't extricate herself.

All her coquettishness, unreasonableness, and her domineering behavior were never aimed at him.

Therefore, it is true that Chu Wan put aside no matter how cruel she said, no matter how indifferent and ruthless she did, he did not believe it, did not believe that Chu Wan really let him go completely.

Although he was often stunned by Chu Wan's cold attitude, he habitually attributed all her abnormalities to coquettishness and hypocrisy, and perhaps there was an element of jealousy in it.

He never thought that she hated him so much, and it was so unbearable.

"Could it be that besides loathing me, you also found that you have no more love for me?" Luo Zhibin unexpectedly wanted Chu Wan to give him a firm answer, so as to calm his uncontrollable panic and anxiety, " Wanwan, don't be stern to me anymore, can't we get along well?"

Thinking about it again, Luo Zhibin thought again, wouldn't it be too self-indulgent when he said that?

However, he doesn't want that to be the case.

"It's not good."

Chu Wan held the paintbrush and was about to paint on the sketch. Her calm voice was mixed with a coldness like ice and snow, "Not only will you not get better, but also, I will not get better with you!"

She is naturally good, and will get along well with Huo Yanzheng, but Luo Zhibin will not be able to live well.

Afterwards, Chu Wan wrote a heavy stroke on the drawing, sharp and sharp, as if it pierced through the back of the paper, and she said again: "The dead feelings have long been turned into ashes, and when the wind blows, there are not even ashes left. There is still no more love for you, this is really absurd and unruly thing, no one will believe it."

Immediately afterwards, Chu Wan turned her attention to Luo Zhibin: "However, if you believe it, then you are a fool."

She had made it very clear verbally that she didn't cover up her dislike for him in the slightest, it was thorough, and in her actions, she also didn't give Luo Zhibin the slightest bit of ambiguity.

But if Luo Zhibin still firmly believes that she has no more love for him, if he is not deluding himself, then he is a fool.

"I just asked casually, I didn't say I should believe it, I'm not stupid, what you said is very clear, I already knew it." Luo Zhibin couldn't bear Chu Wan's light and cold look, he kept his voice tight deny.

Chu Wan took a paintbrush and tapped some color paint, pursed her lips and did not speak again, she cast her bright eyes on the emerald green lotus leaves, and there was a sense of contentment in her eyes.

Looking at the blossoming lotus flowers, she couldn't help but burst into a bright smile.

The swimming fish in the pond did not give way, and twisted their tails happily, disturbing the fine sunlight in the pool, showing vigorous vitality.

The delicate and beautiful scenery reflected in her black pupils is gradually painted by her pen.

It has to be said that Chu Wan's superb painting skills are obvious to all, and it is no wonder that she can stand out in the painting competition with a lot of masters, and she is the best.

Rao Zhibin looked at Chu Wan's paintings with a critical eye, but he couldn't pick out any flaws. Instead, he couldn't stop being amazed when he looked at them.

Luo Zhibin put aside the embarrassment, suppressed the sourness of embarrassment heavily in his chest, he pretended to be relaxed and said: "You draw well, it can be seen that you have put in a lot of hard work."

From Chu Wan's few strokes, Luo Zhibin can get a glimpse of the whole work.

He was trained as the heir of the Luo family since he was a child. He has learned piano and engaged in business, but he has never learned painting. Even if he is a layman, he can still see that she is good at painting.

When Chu Wan heard the words, her writing hand paused.

She raised her head slowly, separated from the world of painting, and looked at Luo Zhibin with unknown meaning. She didn't say a word for a long time, but the irony in her heart poured out little by little.

"You, what are you doing looking at me like that?" After being stared at by Chu Wan for a long time, Luo Zhibin felt a little uncomfortable, "It seems that I didn't say anything wrong."

The words that praised her were based on her painting skills. He did not say anything wrong, but why did Chu Wan look at him like that.

Luo Zhibin didn't dodge, and looked directly at Chu Wan.

"Luo Zhibin, it seems that my understanding of you is biased. Let me correct my previous evaluation of you. It turns out that you can't spit ivory out of your dog's mouth. No, you can also speak well."

His hypocrisy towards her, his dislike of her, and his harshness towards her caused him to say nothing of approval for her. He magnified her flaws, but turned a blind eye to her strengths.

Even if it is a compliment, it is full of perfunctory.

Unlike this moment, there was no trace of lying, his praise came from the heart, and the expression he looked at her was full of light and surprise.

It turned out that he hadn't always been unable to spit ivory out of a dog's mouth. From an objective point of view, he could also praise her well.

It turned out that as long as he didn't give up on himself, it wasn't that difficult to get his approval.

The recognition that she had been asking for all her life was obtained unexpectedly. She thought that she should be excited and ecstatic, at least there would be no waves at all, but the reality was that she was very calm and calm.

It seemed that what Luo Zhibin just said was a sentence that was so ordinary that it couldn't be more ordinary.

Perhaps, there is no need.

Chu Wan suddenly realized that she no longer needed Luo Zhibin's recognition, which was overdue for many years.

Luo Zhibin was annoyed again. Sure enough, when she really hated him and was annoying him, he didn't scold her, just saying a nice word like that could make her disliked.

When you hate someone, everything you say is wrong.

"The one who doesn't speak well now is not me, but you." Although he was angry, Luo Zhibin did not turn his face immediately.

Chu Wan said without emotion: "You are the one who is insincere, and I don't want to talk nonsense."

If silence can make Luo Zhibin shut up, then she can not say a word.

Chu Wan didn't say a word of softness, Luo Zhibin bit his cheek, showing displeasure, but when he remembered that Zhao Xitong was still suffering in the cell, and his whole body was dejected, he endured all his impatience and let himself be as gentle as possible, without Let go of your true emotions.

Luo Zhibin put his hands behind his back, and his peripheral vision fell unconsciously on Chu Wan's hands.

With Chu Wan's childhood sweetheart, he didn't notice much on weekdays. Her well-manicured hands are as white as jade, with a touch of moisture, like bamboo shoots after rain, pink, tender, slender, and soft.

It is so beautiful.

(End of this chapter)