The reborn petite wife is beautiful and sassy

Chapter 226
Luo Zhibin was fascinated for a moment, his consciousness was still in a ball, and he said the words: "Wanwan, you always said that you want to draw a picture for me. It is better to hit the sun than to choose a day. It just so happens that you are drawing a picture. Otherwise, I'll just take the painting you finished."

Luo Zhibin took it for granted, his peripheral vision followed Chu Wan's hands, and he couldn't take his eyes off him.

Chu Wan didn't give Luo Zhibin any face, and directly rejected him, saying, "I don't want to give away this painting, you made a wrong idea."

"Didn't what you said count? Obviously, you said you would give me the painting." Luo Zhibin's soft tone sank, his face stiffened.

"That was in the past." Chu Wan didn't let go, while looking at the beautiful scenery of the flowing water and green leaves and red flowers in front of her, she made everything vivid on the paper, "Besides, you rejected me."

She didn't count as talking, he was the one who rejected her.

"I rejected you, that's because I didn't realize that your paintings are so good, like a master's painting, it's pleasing to the eye." Luo Zhibin made amends, "I won't hide it from you, I regret rejecting you at the beginning."

If he had known that she was good at drawing, he might not have rejected her so rudely, at least he would have given himself a little room to turn around.

For the dispensable little tail that has been following him all this time, he has never paid attention to it, so he doesn't know much about it.

"But I don't want to give it anymore." Chu Wan used to be used to Luo Zhibin's temper, and she would give him almost anything he wanted, but today is not the same as before, she doesn't want to be used to him anymore.

Listening to Luo Zhibin's kind words, Chu Wan could hear some sincerity, but it still didn't soften her heart.

Looking back on the sad things in the past, she couldn't help but said lightly: "You really think too highly of me, I can't sell this painting that looks like a ghost drawing, so I better hide it and don't give it to you. so as not to dirty your eyes."

She spoke every word lukewarm, like self-mockery, or irony, which made Luo Zhibin's blue and white face hot. He vaguely remembered that he was the one who built the coffin to conclude that her portrait was a ghost, but couldn't get it out.

He looked down on her paintings and never supported her career. Once when he went to find her, he happened to meet her painting.

Seeing him coming, she pulled him to stand in front of her painting with crooked eyes, and said to him proudly and complacently: "This is a masterpiece I painted all day, you can see if it looks good." She stared at it. He smiled again in two seconds, and said softly, "If you want it, I'll give it up to you."

What did he say then?
Luo Zhibin is not a person who pays attention to everything. He forgets some things after they have passed, but he remembers this matter clearly.

"What are you drawing? It's like a ghost drawing talisman. How did you get it? You still want to give it to me. I don't want it. You might as well throw it away, so as not to be embarrassing!"

He just glanced at it hastily, without looking carefully, he easily came to a conclusion, he tightly locked his handsome brows, full of dislike and disdain, without any concealment, pouring out of his heart continuously.

He is like a judge standing on the commanding heights, aloof and arrogant, criticizing and humiliating her works in a critical manner.

Even, in the end, he directly issued a death sentence for her painting career without hesitation: "Stop painting, Wanwan, you don't have this talent, you are not born to eat this bowl of rice, you should be realistic." One point, accept your mediocrity early, don't try to change anything, and don't do things that are beyond your control."

"Otherwise, this will not only discredit yourself, but also disgrace me!"

"In the future, when we get married, you will be my good wife, and you will be able to take care of your husband and children at home. I don't ask you to do anything else. I will be responsible for making money and supporting the family."

It can be said that he demoted Chu Wan to nothing. Although he didn't know much about Chu Wan's painting skills, he blindly rejected Chu Wan's talent in painting.

It also rejected all the bitterness and seriousness that Chu Wan had put into painting in the past.

He lightly wiped out Chu Wan's shining points without knowing it. Therefore, in these days when Chu Wan won the prize and was soft and brilliant, he was surprised from ear to ear, and felt as unreal as entering the void.

"I was the one who blinked at the beginning and didn't see how powerful you are. Now that I know what you are capable of, I won't take it for granted that you have no talent or ability." Luo Zhibin pulled his shriveled lips embarrassingly, A little ashamed of not knowing how to deal with it.

Before that, Luo Zhibin never expected that Chu Wan would block him with what he had said before, which made him almost speechless, and the burning embarrassment was like a surging undercurrent, gradually burying him.

It's not difficult for him to hear Chu Wan's sarcasm, but he can only cleverly pretend not to hear it.

Luo Zhibin glanced at Chu Wan's cold and indifferent little face, and his heart was agitated.

He quietly leaned in front of Chu Wan without making a sound, and said tenderly: "Since seeing your excellence, I have gradually given up my inherent persistence, thinking that women don't have to stay at home to realize their self-worth."

"As long as you have the ability, you can shine wherever you are. Since you are good at painting, you should excel in your field of expertise. In this way, you will not let down your hard work, and your passion will not be in vain."

Luo Zhibin leaned over slightly, his eyes were on par with Chu Wan who was sitting on the stone bench.

In order to coax Chu Wan, he is a big man, it's okay to be choked up, as long as the ending is good, that's fine.

He comforted himself like this, which made him feel better.

Chu Wan's paintings are lifelike, and every detail is handled perfectly. She doesn't look up, calm and focused.

However, when Luo Zhibin approached and leaned in front of her for a moment, Chu Wan couldn't help showing displeasure on her face, and then, the chill that spread from the corners of her eyes hit Luo Zhibin's forehead, making Luo Zhibin Suddenly startled.

Immediately afterwards, he seemed to be frozen, and his movements began to freeze and freeze.

Looking at Chu Wan at a distance of half an arm, Chu Wan's beautiful and delicate facial features clearly fell into Luo Zhibin's eyes. Her complexion was fine, white and clear. Joan's nose slid past, and her red lips were delicate and moist.

She had a good skin, he had always known it.

But in the past, he never noticed.

Now that it came into his eyes, he was a little dumbfounded all of a sudden.

His heart beat half a beat inexplicably, as if attracted by something, he directly ignored Chu Wan's aura of indifference and alienation, and in a bent posture, he pressed close to her red lips.

He wants to kiss her.

Want to get a taste of her.

Her red lips were moist, soft and sweet.

(End of this chapter)