Break the ring for her!Paranoid Mr. Huo after marriage, he pinches his waist and pets him

Probably because he was worried about Ye Jianhe's stupidity and courage, and what other tricks he would do, Huo Shichuan sent his assistant directly to follow the whole process through the transfer procedures of the property.

Even the transfer fee was paid by Ye Jianhe himself.

Ye Jianhe was heartbroken. Sitting in the back seat of the business car, he turned his head and glanced at Assistant Huo Shichuan who was driving behind, and then at Tang Suiwan who was sitting beside him.

The little girl sat quietly. She had learned classical dance for several years when she was a child. Her back was slender and straight, her jaw was slightly retracted, and her eyes naturally fell on the street outside the window.

As if seeing something novel, there was a little smile on the corners of her lips, and her peach blossom eyes shimmered.

No matter how you look at it, it's still the obedient and sensible Tang Suiwan.

Ye Jianhe was relieved, thinking that the little girl who stabbed him intentionally or unintentionally yesterday must have been an accident.

He softened his tone and said with a smile, "Wanwan, what are you looking at?"

Upon hearing Ye Jianhe's pretendingly kind tone, Tang Suiwan knew that he was going to be a demon.

She turned her head and smiled, "I haven't gone out for a long time, just take a look. What's the matter, uncle?"

Seeing Tang Suiwan smiling at him, Ye Jianhe confirmed his guess, thinking that the little girl must have been in a bad mood yesterday, "Wan Wan is not curious, why did I bring you to transfer the house today?"

Tang Suiwan blinked, "Didn't uncle say yesterday that the house was originally mine, so it's normal to transfer the title to me."

When the little girl smiled, she revealed a bit of canine teeth, and the red moles at the corners of her eyes also stretched out, like a cute little fox, "Uncle certainly doesn't want to be accused of encroaching on his niece's property, right? You have to be a heartless turtle bastard to do it."

Ye Jianhe choked hard, held his breath in his chest, and couldn't get up or down, but he was really that bastard that Tang Suiwan was talking about, and he couldn't find a reason to refute it.

He could only retort feebly, "What nonsense, how can a child say such things."

Tang Suiwan's smile deepened, "Uncle is right, after all, uncle is not the kind of heartless bastard tortoise, I won't talk about it in the future."

Ye Jianhe turned around, wanting to think about what to do next, in order to get the maximum benefit from Huo Shichuan.

It's just that Tang Suiwan's clear and sweet voice kept repeating "heartless" and "turtle bastard" in his mind, messing up all his thoughts.

Ye Jianhe: ...Damn it.

Tang Suiwan's cell phone vibrated in the palm of her hand.

She lowered her eyes and slid her light white fingertips to unlock the screen.

[Huo Shichuan] Pack up your things and wait for me to pick you up.

Tang Suiwan's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he typed back with his lips pursed.

[Sui Sui] Good.

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After the business car stopped, Tang Suiwan got out of the car first and walked directly to the villa.

She walked briskly. Ye Jianhe was still chatting awkwardly with Huo Shichuan's assistant outside the small courtyard. Tang Suiwan had already reached the door of her studio on the second floor.

It's just that the door that was originally closed was slightly opened at this time.

Tang Suiwan's eyes were slightly cold, and he pushed open the door, "What are you doing in my studio?"

Ye Meng straightened up abruptly, subconsciously hid the phone behind her back, her eyes flickered in a panic, "No, nothing."

After the panic of being discovered at the beginning, Ye Meng quickly calmed down. Her condescending attitude towards Tang Suiwan all the year round made her do the same at this time. The person said, "I see that your door is open, so I kindly close the door for you, and just take a look at your paintings in Wanwan."

She was stern, trying to catch people's attention first, "Wanwan, I didn't say that your paintings look so messy, the colors you use are too saturated, and the brushstrokes are not very good. You still need to improve it."

Tang Suiwan bypassed Ye Meng, wanting to put away his painting.

Seeing that Tang Suiwan pursed his lips and remained expressionless, Ye Meng's momentary guilty conscience quickly turned into arrogance, and he pointed at Tang Suiwan instead.

"Wanwan, no matter what, I'm two years older than you. Whether it's your cousin or your senior, I'm kind enough to mention you.

It's not like you guys haven't been assigned a mentor not long after you just enrolled, but I have been mentored by Master Lin for a semester, and Master Lin is already considering accepting me as an apprentice! "

The Master Lin she was talking about was one of Yu Gui's students and one of the professors of the Oil Painting Department of the Kyoto Academy of Fine Arts.

Tang Suiwan took down the oil painting from the easel, and said casually, "Then this year's Xingdong Cup, my cousin must be ready to take No.1."

She smiled at Ye Meng with crooked eyebrows and long endings, "My classmate is still asking me if there is any promising candidate for this year's Star Cup, so I'll go back to her right now, my cousin is ready to take the No. 1."

Ye Meng was caught off guard by Tang Suiwan's series of tricks, until she was pushed out of the studio by Tang Suiwan, and the door slammed shut in front of her, she still didn't react.

Why is she ready to take No.1?

The Star Cup is a national oil painting feast, which is held every four years and brings together almost all professional oil painters in China.

Even the professors of the Kyoto Academy of Fine Arts dare not say that they can take the first place, let alone her!

Ye Meng raised her hand and was about to knock on the door, wanting Tang Suiwan to speak aggressively, and took back those words.

The wooden door suddenly opened in front of her again, and a beautiful little head poked out.

Tang Suiwan stretched out her hand with a smile, "Cousin, give me your phone."

Ye Meng looked at her vigilantly. In the past, Tang Suiwan had a quiet and obedient temperament, but in the past two days, it has changed a lot, and it always makes people feel that there is something in her words.

"What are you going to do? Also, I never said that I could get No.1. Are you deliberately framing me!" Ye Meng raised her voice, her voice was sharp.

Tang Suiwan wrinkled the tip of his nose, and the small mole at the end of his eyes moved flexibly, "Cousin, I really like you, you are the one who will be accepted by Master Lin as a student! But... if you think so, I don't think so." Method."

She sighed vaguely, then stretched out her hand again, "Cousin, mobile phone."

Ye Meng was still pondering over Tang Suiwan's words, and subconsciously shook the hand holding the phone a little forward.

Tang Suiwan quickly snatched Ye Meng's cell phone, glanced down, and asked for a password.

Ye Meng's expression changed slightly, and when he saw Tang Suwan staring at the screen in a daze, he smiled triumphantly, "Why, you still want to look at my phone... ah!"

The little girl's eyebrows are exquisite and bright, and when she smiles with her curved eyes, her peach-blossom eyes are full of water, as if she has pinched spring into her eyes.

The action was sharp and decisive, and he directly raised his hand and slammed Ye Meng's cell phone on the floor of the corridor.

Accompanied by Ye Meng's horrified screams, the latest mobile phone fell to the ground heavily, the corners and corners were scattered, and the pitch-black screen quickly cracked long cracks.

Under the action of the rebounding force, it bounced a little bit, and fell directly to the living room on the first floor along the gap in the railing on the second floor.

The sound of the mobile phone hitting the ground was clear and loud. You don't need to look at it to know that it must end up being torn apart.

Ye Meng was still in shock, looking in horror at Tang Suiwan who smashed her phone lightly.

The little girl glanced lightly at the scattered debris on the ground, then raised her eyes to look at Ye Meng.

"Next time, don't sneak into other people's studios to take pictures."

Tang Suiwan smiled softly, then took a step back and closed the door with his hands.

Blocked Ye Meng's hysterical screams from the thick wooden door.