Shocked!And the nemesis cub came through

Chapter 48 The Origin of Love

Sheng Wanwan was preconceived and listened to the other party's words as declarative sentences.

"Thank you for cutting your love. I remember this favor."

If it was her, she would not be able to give up her love reluctantly.

"But I remember someone who asked you to call you to discuss and give me the painting. Why didn't you give it directly, but took it and sent it back?"

Sheng Wanwan didn't hesitate and directly asked the biggest mystery.

Jiang Yanxiu started to smell alcohol and felt a little uncomfortable. He walked to the single sofa and sat down. He didn't have time to change his clothes today, and he was still wearing the clothes he returned from the banquet.

A tuxedo, handsome hairstyle, and noble temperament, sitting on the single sofa, he sat like a king.

"My 'dictionary' doesn't contain any words," he said.

Sheng Wanwan understood instantly, only to send, not to let.

Jiang Yanxiu's consistent style has never let her go once in business, and of course she doesn't need to do so, after all, she is in business.

Now he will send it because of Ruirui.

Jiang Yanxiu's treatment of "family" and enemies is really polarized. He is extremely generous towards his family and extremely oppressive towards his enemies.

Sheng Wanwan became more and more certain that in that parallel future world, their first relationship was not knowing each other's identity, and then Jiang Yanxiu was extremely generous to her.

People are handsome and generous to girls. Few people can refuse such a high-quality man.

Even now, she knew that Jiang Yanxiu was her child's father, and she couldn't treat him so generously, yet he could give her such a precious gift without blinking an eye.

Sheng Wanwan felt that this person was actually not bad.

She went back to the cloakroom to change.

Jiang Yanxiu sat on the sofa, his head seemed to hurt a little, and he supported his head with one hand, looking a little tired.

Rui Rui moved, the man looked up and didn't wake up, but his eyes were attracted by a photo on the bedside table.

She looks like she is twelve or thirteen years old, with green facial features, baby fat that has not yet receded, full of collagen, with ponytails, and a simple floral one-piece dress standing in the wind, slim.

The man looked at the photo, motionless.

……

"I told you earlier that he has a dark heart, but you still don't believe it. This is a painting he painted. You will believe what I said after reading it."

"My God, what are these paintings? All the paintings are terrifying gray and dark tones, broken butterflies, deep forests, bottomless black holes... It looks so scary."

"A person who looks good, how can this be?"

"I heard that his parents died when he was very young. This child without parents has flaws in character. If he goes out of society in the future, he might be a murderer."

"Wow, he's here, run!"

The pieces of drawing paper thrown away fly all over the sky, one by one flying in the air, and finally fall to the ground, to the clean flowerbed, to the dusty ground, and to the dirty gutter.

The thin figure of the young man, bent in the afternoon sun, picked up the papers on the ground one by one.

At first he was alone.

I don't know when, there is another person on the screen.

Legs slender like a manga came into view.

The girl bent down, picked up the drawing paper from the stinking ditch, took a look at it, and then took out a tissue from her pocket to wipe it clean.

Then, one after another, he helped pick up the drawing papers scattered elsewhere, folded them together, and walked in front of him.

"Did you draw these?" the girl asked.

The young man lowered his eyes, his expression was indifferent, he didn't speak, and he didn't reach out to pick up the painting.

But the girl didn't mind, she sat beside him and said with a smile, "It's a good painting, I like your painting."

The boy remained silent.

Perhaps lies are the least valuable words in the world.

After all, the person who got his paintings also used this trick to gain his trust, get his paintings, and then go to the public to ridicule and slander them to the extreme.

The girl didn't mind the boy's silence, but admired the paintings, flipped through them one by one, and spoke with a clean expression.

"Suffocation, loneliness, loneliness, despair..."

The young man's figure paused, and he raised his eyes suddenly.

She could understand the true meaning of each of his paintings, instead of being like others, she could only see fear.

"Pfft, so you are just like me."

The girl's voice ran across her ears like a feather, very gentle.

The boy didn't move, looking at her face.

The afternoon sun was dazzling.

Her smile was as warm as the rising sun.

……

The first tender back home.

Her gaze stayed on him for only a second.

She has forgotten everything.

He thought, if using some extreme means, can one person remember another person forever?

……

When Sheng Wanwan came out of the locker room, he saw Jiang Yanxiu staring at the head of the bed in a trance, just thought he was looking at Rui Rui.

"I'm ready, let's go."

The man regained his senses and looked at Sheng Wanwan.

There was a hint of drunkenness and a fragile look in his long and narrow eyes.

The late night unexpectedly produced a sense of surprise.

The arrogant and arrogant man accidentally showed a fragile look like a little milk dog after drinking.

Really beautiful.

Unforgettable.

Sheng Wanwan didn't dare to look at it, for fear of accidentally falling into it.

When Sheng Wanwan was a child, she liked pets very much, and especially wanted to have a cat, but her mother didn't like it, so she wouldn't let it.

She secretly kept a pair of chinchillas in her room, which didn't require much space, just a small cage to do it.

From the first purchase, Chinchilla rejected her, but when she saw her, she ran towards her cutely and crawled on her hands.

Sheng Wanwan liked it very much.

But it didn't take long for a pair of chinchillas to die under her nose one after another.

Sheng Wanwan is very sad and will no longer keep any pets.

When she was in her teens, she met a young man who looked very fragile. At a glance, she knew that she was her own kind, and she was very happy to have company in the future.

Unfortunately, the next day he disappeared like a human being.

Pride is like a late night, and it is also disdain to inquire.

These two things taught her a lesson, the more emotionally invested it was, the more deeply hurt she was in the end.

This is also the reason why Sheng Wanwan has not been in love so far.

The key is that she didn't meet anyone who made her want to be desperate.

She went to the bed and wanted to hug Rui Rui.

"I'm coming," he said.

The voice was very low and hoarse.

He might be really drunk, and it was a little difficult to get up, and the slender fingers on the armrest were slightly white due to the force.

Sheng Wanwan hurried over to help him, "Are you alright? Or I'll cook some sober for you... ah..."

Jiang Yanxiu fell, not only that, but also pressed Sheng Wanwan under him.

Thankfully the room was covered with thick blankets.

Fortunately, the man remembered to hold his hand when he fell, otherwise Sheng Wanwan would be crushed to death.

Although he was not crushed to death now, he was about to die of shame. Sheng Wanwan pushed the man with his hand, "Get up and go."

The woman's charming voice and shy face seem to coincide with the picture in memory.

Men can't tell the difference between dreams and reality.

Sheng Wanwan, who was pushing Jiang Yanxiu hard, suddenly felt a shadow and a strong smell of alcohol coming towards her. She raised her eyes subconsciously, only to see the enlarged version of the handsome face of the man, and then a soft touch came from her lips. ...

(End of this chapter)