Mr. Wen, show your heart

Chapter 80·Eighty
This was the first time Jiang Shuyuan had touched her for the first time in so many years, feeling her cheek was burning hot, Jiang Chuchu stretched out her hand to touch it.

It will definitely swell up in a while.

Ugly.

Will Wen Jiusi see it?
In the tense situation in the room, Jiang Chuchu unexpectedly lost his mind.

Jiang Shuyuan hated it so much that she reached out to poke Jiang Chuchu's shoulder.

"Speak up, you bastard! You dare to do it, but dare not admit it?"

Jiang Chuchu was unexpectedly calm, and didn't feel humiliated because of being slapped.

There used to be a saying that the body, hair and skin are affected by the parents, anyway, it means that children are born to owe their parents.

So, how long will it take her to pay off this debt?

Seeing that Jiang Chuchu remained silent, Jiang Mingzhu stood there with an inexplicable look in her eyes, but when she spoke, she was calmer than ever.

"Can you finally bear it? Because I took some of your paintings, so you are going to embarrass me in front of everyone? Did you tell Professor Bai about the paintings she admired?" , actually you drew it, so she wants to give you the championship and take you to France?"

Having said that, Jiang Mingzhu suddenly smiled nervously.

"Do you want me to give you back all the reputation that belongs to you before you are satisfied?"

Hearing Jiang Mingzhu's words, Jiang Shuyuan frantically wanted to come up and pull Jiang Chuchu. Jiang Chuchu took a step back when she was on guard.

"This is what you owe her, this is what you owe Mingzhu, why do you want to take it back!"

Jiang Shuyuan's voice was loud, and Wen Jiusi on the other side of the corridor heard it immediately, and stopped talking to the other end of the phone.

"Hello? Jiu Si, why are you silent all of a sudden?"

Wen Jiusi walked while responding to the person on the phone.

"There seems to be something wrong with Chuchu. I'm going to deal with it."

"Jiang Chuchu again? Jiusi, you really can't get too deep, you are so kind to her now, when all the secrets are revealed, will she accept your love!"

She didn't even bother to listen to what the person on the other end of the phone said. Wen Jiusi saw the situation inside through the crack of the door, and she felt a twinge in her heart. She immediately wanted to push the door in and stand beside her.

But seeing the girl's calm face, he suddenly stopped.

Jiang Shuyuan seemed to have fallen into a demon.

"You owe Mingzhu this. You just lost a few paintings, but she will be haunted by this nightmare for the rest of her life!"

Jiang Chuchu watched Jiang Shuyuan complaining coldly, until she heard Jiang Shuyuan finally mentioned the past.

That was the day when Jiang Shuyuan just picked up Jiang Mingzhu. She was completely immersed in the joy of her daughter's lost and found, and carried it with her wherever she went, but she didn't expect that the teenage Jiang Mingzhu was kidnapped in the shopping mall—she was treated as a Jiang Chuchu was taken away.

"Why wasn't you the one they captured, why wasn't you the one who was tortured by them, why did it have to be my pearl!"

Following Jiang Shuyuan's words, Jiang Mingzhu didn't know what to recall, and her whole body began to tremble.

Jiang Chuchu looked at it, only feeling absurd.

"It's just a bunch of kidnappers who are short of money. What they want to kidnap is your Jiang Shuyuan and Jiang Fusheng's children, but they are a bit stupid. They didn't find out beforehand that I am not liked by the two of you. How could you take me with you when you go out? After all, Jiang Mingzhu suffered an innocent disaster for me."

She changed the topic, and suddenly smiled softly.

"But... you can't put your guilt on her on me, just because Jiang Mingzhu was hurt, but I didn't, so do you think I owe her?"

Her voice was very soft, "Mom, there is no such reason."

Jiang Chuchu refused to enter, but there was gradually a commotion outside, as if the ceremony was about to begin.

Jiang Shuyuan gritted her teeth, and suddenly there was a "plop", she gritted her teeth and knelt down.

"Chuchu, I beg you."

"Mom, what are you doing?"

Jiang Mingzhu squatted beside Jiang Shuyuan with a crying voice.

Jiang Shuyuan ignored her and just looked at Jiang Chuchu wholeheartedly.

"You should just help mother... Mingzhu is used to living a life full of stars, and there are so many media out there, she can't afford to lose this person."

Outside the door, Wen Jiusi's hand holding the doorknob was tightly clenched, with veins showing.But his eyes remained calm.

He knew very well that she didn't want anyone to witness her embarrassment at this time.

She looked down at the two of them for a long time, then suddenly smiled ironically.

"It's just an art exhibition, and it's worth it when you two cry like this. No matter whether you have my daughter in your heart or not, I can't stand my mother kneeling in front of me...Jiang Mingzhu likes it...then Give it to her."

Some were kneeling, some were crying, only Jiang Chuchu was still smiling with exquisite makeup.

But Wen Jiusi could see that the little girl in Jiang Chuchu's heart was also crying like rain.

Wen Jiusi quietly turned around and backed out.

His hand holding the phone was hanging down, and the man on the phone was still anxiously persuading him.

"Jiu Si, don't be impulsive..."

Wen Jiusi never answered, he didn't know how long he stood downstairs, and finally saw Jiang Chuchu swaying out, looking around blankly, as if looking for something.

Suddenly, she saw him standing by the painting altar, her eyes seemed to be brightened, and she ran towards him with her skirt lifted.

"As long as the secret is not discovered...it doesn't exist."

As if responding to his companion's question just now, he muttered to himself.

Closing the phone, Wen Jiusi watched Jiang Chuchu run towards him with all his strength, like a butterfly chasing light.

"Wen Jiusi."

Neither the morning bell nor the evening drum was as sweet as her voice, which made him crazy, but also made him calm, as if he had found the most suitable person.

When the girl ran up to him, Wen Jiusi opened his hands, obeying his desire, and hugged that soft, fragrant body tightly into his arms.

Feeling the burning hands of the man imprisoned around her waist, Jiang Chuchu sighed, catering to this embrace, with a pitiful voice.

"Do you want me?"

(End of this chapter)