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

When saying goodbye to Mr. Jian, Tang Suiwan suddenly asked.

"Grandpa Jane, what will happen if I continue to ingest this small amount of toxin?"

Mr. Jane was a little strange. He thought for a while and said, "It's hard to say, but the oppression of the optic nerve and blindness I just said is very likely. If you take it for too long, these toxins have been closely connected with your organs. They are entangled together, it is difficult to move, and it is easy to move the whole body with one hair."

"Especially, you have heart disease. If you change to an ignorant doctor, it may just blindly stimulate the toxins in your body. It's like a balloon that is inflated. It seems that there is nothing wrong, just a little external force , there will be a bang..."

Jian Wanjing looked at Huo Shichuan whose eyes were getting darker, and quickly raised his hand to cover his grandfather's mouth.

"Grandpa, this kind of thing that won't happen, needless to say in such detail, what will you do if you scare Wanwan later!"

Tang Suiwan was thoughtful, nodded and smiled and thanked, "Thank you, Grandpa Jian, I understand. I will trouble you again next week~"

Jian Banjing stubbornly followed up despite the internal injuries caused by his grandfather, "Wanwan, I'll take you to see my uncle's paintings!"

Angrily, Mr. Jian withdrew the hand that was just about to beat Jian Banjing.

He looked at the backs of Huo Shichuan and Tang Suiwan clasping their fingers and leaving with deep eyes, then sighed softly, shook his head and smiled.

"Too much love is life..."

By the way, where did his sadomasochism drama go?Is the little poor heroine going to marry her husband who only vents his anger on her for other women?

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Yu Gui's real name is Jian Feng, and he is the eldest son of Mr. Jian. He is not at home all year round, but he can often see Yu Gui haunting various scenic spots.

Yu Gui is a painter who loves traveling very much, which has become the consensus of almost everyone.

His residence was on the east side of Jian's house. Jian Banjing led the people through the antique winding and carved corridors, and he arrived.

"This is my uncle's studio. He often runs outside and sometimes draws a few pictures, which are sent back for storage."

Jian Banjing brushed the golden hair on his forehead, and pushed open the studio door with a smile.

As if worried that Tang Suiwan would be frightened by Mr. Jian's blindness, Jian Banjing was extremely active, with every expression exerting force.

Those slightly drooping dog eyes are almost saying - your big golden retriever is very worried about you.

Tang Suiwan was amused by his own imagination, and sincerely thanked Jian Banjing who was working so hard, "Thank you Mr. Jian, I will trouble you today."

The ending sound is sweet, as if people are sucking milk candy.

Jian Banjing laughed so hard that she couldn't see her teeth, wishing she could pat her chest and express that she would take that painting away after she saw it.

He quickly remembered that these were his uncle's paintings.

If the little fox likes it, he can draw a picture and give it to her!To have such an uncle who is an internationally renowned oil painter, Jian Banjing's painting level must be quite good!

Jian Banjing was still having a sweet dream, and Tang Suiwan had already stepped into this studio first.

There are small glass windows on all sides of the studio, so the light is very good, but there will be no direct sunlight, which can protect the oil paintings in this room to the greatest extent.

Yu Gui became famous for his figure paintings, but he painted the most landscape oil paintings.

From the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain where the sun rises to Jinshan, to the flower valley where the seasons are like spring...

He preserved the scenery wherever he walked with his brushes.

Huo Shichuan let go of his hand when he was at the door, allowing the little girl to wander freely on the oil paintings in this room.

Jian Banjing didn't quite understand, so she simply stayed at the door.

The little fox has been completely immersed in it, staring intently, his delicate eyebrows are slightly furrowed, and his fingertips are also moving in the air thoughtfully.

Jian Banjing felt a little bored, and secretly glanced at Huo Shichuan who was standing beside him.

I saw that the man's eyes didn't shift.

Tang Suiwan was looking at paintings.

And he is always looking at her.

The two sentences that he had imagined made his teeth sour, Jian Banjing thought for a while, and nudged Huo Shichuan with his elbow.

"Hey, how did you meet Little Fox?"

He really couldn't figure it out, Huo Shichuan had been in the capital for the past few years, and Tang Suiwan was from Jincheng.

The only time they can have an intersection seems to be...

"Did you meet when you invested in the Kyoto Academy of Fine Arts?"

Huo Shichuan's expression was indifferent, and the expression between his eyebrows and eyes was cold.

The speech is also brief.

"No."

Jian Banjing was full of confusion, "Where else could it be? Have you been to Jincheng?"

But Huo Shichuan was finally willing to look away and glanced at him.

The end of his eyes hooked slightly, with a smug smile.

"Earlier."

"...when she was underage."

Jian Banjing first shook his face with that ostentatious look.

Then he took a sudden breath.

Depend on!Underage! !

Huo Shichuan, you bastard! ! !

Tang Suiwan in the studio had already turned to the inner wall, she was still immersed in Yu Gui's exquisite brushwork, and a bit of bright orange flashed out of her corner of the eye.

She turned her eyes to look, and then gave a slight snort.

Through the transparent glass window inlaid on the wall, you can see the scene behind the studio.

It is a small glass greenhouse.

And in the glass greenhouse, there are full of anemones being planted.

Inky black center with large, spreading bright orange petals.

I have seen a lot of purple and white anemones that are common in the market, but this kind of bright orange is too rare and eye-catching.

Noticing her dazed look, Jian Banjing, who felt that he had nothing to say to a perverted beast like Huo Shichuan, immediately walked into the room.

"What happened?"

Tang Suiwan glanced at the big golden retriever, pointed to the greenhouse outside the window, "Did Teacher Yu plant this himself? This color is rare."

The first time I saw it, what Tang Suiwan recalled was Monet's "Anemone", which was rarely mentioned.

It's also so bright orange.

Jian Banjing nodded, "Yes, he comes back twice a year, one for the Spring Festival and one for August. In August, he will pick all the flowers and plant a new batch."

"There are still two months until the Spring Festival. When he comes back, you can still meet!"

The little girl looked at the greenhouse seriously, every anemone was obviously well taken care of, flamboyant and vigorous.

As for Jian Banjing, looking at her focused profile, she was a little absent-minded.

He thought of the oil painting hanging in Yu Gui's room.

A beautiful and bright woman holds a bouquet full of bright orange anemones with a sweet and bright smile.

Eyes full of love.

——August is the birthday of his aunt whom he has never met.

It was also the day she left.

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The anemone variety is the Sicilian adore.