Mr. Zhan, please stop being abusive, Miss Zhuang has been reborn.

"You don't have to interfere with my affairs anymore, and there's no need to come here pretending."

Zhan Yan's eyes fell on a mobile phone soaking in a bucket containing washable paintbrushes. The electrical board had also been disassembled and had already been soaked.

The man stood up and walked to the curtains, opened them and let the light in. Zhuang Mingyue, who had not seen the sun for several days, squinted her eyes in front of the dazzling eyes, "What are you doing! Close the curtains!" "

She suddenly lost her temper.

"Give you an hour, clean up and come back with me."

"Zhanyan, are you sick? Why should I go back? Do you think it's still my home? That's your and Bai Yushu's home."

"If my guess is correct, then Mother Wu is yours too! She has been able to secretly put medicine in the milk I drank for so many years."

As soon as she saw him, she thought of those facts, some facts that she couldn't bear.

Zhuang Mingyue threw away the paintbrush in her hand. She had a splitting headache and grabbed her hair. She stood up and walked to the table. She swallowed a few more pills that could suppress her emotions. She looked at him with red eyes, "I'm begging you." , don’t come again.”

"I hate you! Zhanyan!"

"I hate you!"

I hate you for ruining everything for me, and why you tortured me like this.

I didn't have time to put on my shoes, so I returned to the room and closed the door with a loud bang.

Zhan Yan's deep eyes were staring at the closed door. At this moment...he didn't know what he was thinking!

The heart is like a mess connected by countless wires.

Zhuang Mingyue returned to the room and curled up in bed. She felt like she was trapped in an abyss. No matter how she walked, she couldn't get out.

Later, I was tired of crying and wanted to sleep. I just needed a nap and I might be able to dream of my mother in my dreams.

But ever since her wallet was lost and the photos inside disappeared, Zhuang Mingyue hadn't dreamed of her for a long time.

Zhuang Mingyue swallowed five pills and placed them beside the bed. Now she could only rely on these methods to make herself feel better.

This time, she seemed to be dreaming about her mother, and vaguely heard her mother's voice.

She was wearing an off-white knitted skirt and her beautiful hair was pulled up. Her face could not be seen clearly, but she could feel the warmth of being held in her mother's arms.

If she could be with her mother while sleeping, Zhuang Mingyue also hoped that she would never wake up.

Zhan Yan heard a sound like a medicine bottle falling to the ground. He knocked on the door, but there was no movement inside.

The next moment, the man kicked open the door to the room.

As soon as he saw the sleeping pills scattered on the floor, the room with a sinister gaze, and the bulging quilt, Zhan Yan almost didn't think much, he directly opened the quilt and hugged the person on the bed.

After going to the bathroom and pouring cold water from the shower, Zhuang Mingyue was shivering from the cold. She opened her eyes in a daze, and all she saw was a layer of overlapping and illusory figures.

Zhan Yan squatted half-crouched, holding her downward with one hand, prying her mouth open with his fingers, clasping her throat, "Spit it out for me no matter how much you eat."

Zhuang Mingyue struggled feebly, and vomited out the last few tablets she had eaten, along with stomach acid. After taking care of these, Zhan Yan, who had a mysophobia, threw her into a large wooden basin and washed her whole body with hot water. bath.

It’s not like he hasn’t seen what should be seen and what shouldn’t be seen.

Wipe herself dry and take her out of the bathroom.

"Cold~"

The man rummaged through the closet, took out another quilt, and covered her with it.

Zhan Yan also had some vomit on his body. He didn't smell good. A man who couldn't tolerate the slightest bit of filth took off his clothes, went to the bathroom, and took a shower...

It was getting late, and Zhuang Mingyue felt surrounded by a stove.

Turning over in discomfort, she felt her body being pulled back again, and the hands on her waist were being slapped. At this moment, Zhuang Mingyue seemed to realize something. The broken thread was slowly reconnected. When she turned around, she saw There was someone lying beside him, and... none of them were wearing anything.

Zhuang Mingyue was frightened, and she kicked the man off the bed.

There was a sound of 'dong'.

Zhuang Mingyue stood up under the moonlight, hugged his body with the quilt, went to the bedside and turned on the light.

Zhan Yan was kicked without warning, and there was a stinging pain in his tailbone.

"The wings are stiff, huh?" The man stood up, and Zhuang Mingyue turned his eyes away in panic, not looking at the strong body, "Put on your clothes and go out."

Zhan Yan casually picked up the sheets from the floor and wrapped them around his lower body. He had a strong and perfect upper body, and abdominal muscles. He silently walked out of the room and walked to the living room.

I didn't expect him to be so talkative today.

Zhuang Mingyue quickly got out of bed, closed the door, and went to the closet to put on her room.

She took sleeping pills, and when the drug took effect, she almost forgot how Zhan Yan got into her bed.

The reception in the room was not good, so she heard something. After getting dressed, she walked to the living room and continued to finish the unfinished painting.

A few days ago, she saw a push message, which was a registration competition for painting, and she signed up.

Today is the last day for drawing submissions. At [-]pm, the organizer will send someone to collect the drawings.

There's still an hour and a half to go.

Zhan Yan was answering the phone outside the window sill. Zhuang Mingyue had no time to care about him. She hadn't eaten anything all day, so she ate toast on the side. The painting was almost completed.

Fortunately, in the last half hour, her painting was completed.

Smoke drifted in from outside the window sill.

As everyone knows, the man's eyes have been staring at her painting. He doesn't understand painting, but he can also see that this painting is full of sunshine and hope.

Zhuang Mingyue heard someone knocking on the door and thought it must be someone from the organizer.

She dried the painting and carefully rolled it up.

When I walked to the door and opened the door, I saw... indeed Qi Cheng. He was holding a paper bag in his hand.

He was not surprised when he saw her Qi Cheng, "Miss Mingyue."

Zhuang Mingyue: "What are you here for?"

Qi Cheng: "Send clothes to Mr. Zhan."

Zhuang Mingyue stretched out her hand: "It's inconvenient for him, give it to me."

Zhanyan's eyebrows raised slightly.

Qi Cheng was surprised, when did the relationship between the two people...

But the next second, Qi Cheng thought too much. Zhuang Mingyue took it and threw it from the third floor.

Qi Cheng's eyes widened, "You..."

Zhuang Mingyue said nothing, picked up the key hanging at the door, took the painting and left directly.

Let them find the clothes slowly.

Just in time, Zhan Yan came out.

Qi Cheng looked at the man with his bare upper body, his pupils filled with disbelief.

If Mr. Zhan had not always hated Zhuang Mingyue, why would he touch her?

"What about the clothes?"

"I lost it to Miss Mingyue, I'm going to find it now."

Zhan Yan saw the girl disappearing in the corridor with the painting in her hand, and her eyes deepened.

As soon as Zhuang Mingyue came downstairs, she met a young man wearing Manxue Technology work clothes. Zhuang Mingyue stopped him, and after asking, she found out that he was a staff member of the organizer.

The younger brother gave her a registration form for the competition. After filling it out, she looked at Qi Cheng who hurriedly went downstairs. He must have gone to pick up clothes. This small revenge made her feel a lot better.

After filling it out, Zhuang Mingyue went for a walk nearby.

She doesn’t know where to go either…