Rebirth of Chu Wan

Yu Zimu lowered his head and took a sip of the bitter coffee, and when the bitter taste slowly flowed into his stomach, he suddenly smiled at Wan Chu'er.

"You don't need to be heavy for me, it's actually quite good. How to grow a wise man without a ditch? All the sufferings that have been past are wealth. Isn't this all a classic saying?"

Wan Chuer's expression remained unchanged, and she asked, "What happened later?"

"Later? I naturally went to look for her, but unfortunately they didn't see me, so they let me throw me out. The second time I went to look for them, they sent me to the police station and spent a few days in prison. You see how rich I have been, and I have eaten foreign prison rice, but it doesn’t taste very good."

"I'm not a stupid person, so naturally I woke up. After I woke up, I was reconciled. I used some of my small savings to find reporters from several tabloid newspapers. I wanted to expose this matter, but I am a foreign monk who can't recite the scriptures. They cut off before reporting. They are the most poisonous. I am talking about the two mothers and daughters, not about you. Of course, you are a good person.

They even went to the gang and wanted to destroy me, so that I could no longer speak or make trouble. I knew that I stayed there again was just a mantis blocking my arm and hitting the rock with an egg, so I ran away, which cost a lot of money. Jiner finally ran back to the country. "

"Okay, my story is over, how about it? Is it credible?" Yu Zimu immediately resumed his laughter and asked Wan Chuer with a smile.

Wan Chuer looked at his bright black eyes, and faintly highlighted a few words: "You are not only stupid, you are also counseling!"

It’s nothing more than being deceived at the beginning. After cooperating for several years, I didn’t even see what kind of person the partner is, and I fell in love with the devil. It’s not stupid.

After others abandoned the persecution, but couldn't beat them, they ran back, not wanting to vent their anger, and turned into a tramp.

Yu Zimu was stunned, but he didn't expect Wan Chuer to hit him like this.

After a while, he murmured: "I used to be stupid, but after these two years of thinking, I won't be stupid again. Gou Jian revenge, ten years later, I will kill him."

Wan Chuer raised her eyebrows and said, "Next, please prove to me your left hand skills. If we can cooperate happily, I don't mind being used by you to take revenge.",

Yu Zimu looked at Wan Chuer abruptly, this time there was no more laughter, he was surprised: "Did you guess it?"

Guess why he approached her?

What a glass of water, the kindness of two hundred dollars, forget it, no one who has experienced such setbacks will be impulsive again.

Wan Chuer nodded lightly.

Yu Zimu suddenly smiled bitterly: "It seems that I am still smart."

"It is estimated that you have been outside with stupid people for a long time. You are affected. Come back and talk to normal people. You will recover."

"You...really humorous." Yu Zimu said awkwardly.

Wan Chuer: "The first time I heard someone comment on me like this."

Yu Zimu asked the waiter at the coffee shop for two pieces of paper and a pen, and smiled at Wan Chuer: "I have been inspired by it after telling you for a long time, so I just draw it now."

"Okay, you are free." Wan Chuer said.

Yu Zimu nodded, his expression changed, and he lowered his head to move the brush intently to outline the picture.

Wan Chuer looked at it for a while, but couldn't see the good or the bad, only felt that his left hand was indeed more flexible. People who didn't know would think he was left-handed.

At this moment, Jiang Kechu called, Wan Chuer quickly answered, and wanted to talk to Yu Zimu, but Yu Zimu closed himself up, all his energy was devoted to the design in front of him, and Wan Chuer had to transfer to At the other end of the seat, there are three tables separated from Yu Zimu.

"Why don't you go home yet?" Jiang Kechu asked on the phone.

Wan Chuer laughed in a low voice, "I'm talking to someone, are you home yet?"

"Well, I bought you something delicious back." Jiang Kechu said, "If you don't go home, you will be eaten by your daughter's little glutton. She hasn't found it yet. You know her nose is very bad. Spiritual."

Thinking of the legendary snack food, Wan Chuer couldn't help laughing, and said coquettishly: "No, you must save it for me, and I will eat it at night when I go home."

"Okay, I know." Jiang Kechu agreed, and then asked: "Who should I talk to? Men, women?"

Wan Chuer could imagine Jiang Kechu's pretentious calmness. He glanced at Yu Zimu, who was still lowering his head to paint, and whispered: "Don't be suspicious all day. Apart from you, I don't look down on others."

On the phone came Jiang Kechu's low and proud laugh, "Where are you, shall I pick you up?"

Wan Chuer thought for a while, and said, "In two hours, come to Jinhui Emperor Building to find me."

"Okay." Jiang Kechu was in a good mood and was about to hang up. At this moment, the little legend saw him running over and shouted: "Dad, are you talking to mom? I want to talk to mom."

"Legend wants to talk to you, you wait."

"Mom, why are you still not going home?" Legend asked.

Wan Chuer said softly: "Mom is working, and my dad will come to pick my mom home in a while."

"I also want to pick up my mother." Legend said immediately.

"If Dad agrees, Mom will agree." Wan Chuer deliberately kicked the ball to Jiang Kechu.

Yu Zimu quickly drew the picture in his hand. There are no colored pens here. It is a pity that he can't paint, but he will finish it later when he goes back. He read it again and feels satisfied.

As soon as he looked up, he didn't find Wan Chu'er. Did he leave? Yu Zimu actually felt a little lost, he wanted to see Wan Chuer's affirmation.

Looking around, Yu Zimu quickly found Wan Chu'er sitting in the distance on the phone. He wanted to greet him in surprise. Suddenly, he found that Wan Chu'er at this time was like a different person, without the sharpness and coldness he had just now. Now the whole person has become very soft, like a circle of holy light haunting her.

Yu Zimu remembered the falling snow he had seen in Yulong Mountain, with a little mischief in his holiness, he fell into a moment of contemplation, then put the paper in his hand aside, and lowered his head to paint again.

At this moment, if there was a torrent of current in his mind, he wished that his hands were flying, and he described the feeling of collision as soon as possible. Although the left hand has been much better after so long training, it is still not as good as it used to be. With his right hand so agile, he hates how stupid he once was. This thought flashed past, focusing more on his subordinates.

After Wan Chuer talked with Legend on the phone, she looked up and saw that Yu Zimu was still painting, and she swept over to the table as if there was already a painted one, and walked over.

Yu Zimu still had no feelings for the outside world. He was conscientious and admirable. Wan Chuer picked up the picture and looked at it carefully.