The reborn petite wife is beautiful and sassy

Chapter 55 I thought of you

Huo Yanzheng didn't dare to look at Chu Wan again, the gentleness and bright smile on her face hurt him abruptly, making his heart ache.

"Yanzheng, don't you see what I drew?" Although Huo Yanzheng's current reaction was not within Chu Wan's expectations, Chu Wan was not panicked.

Although Huo Yanzheng seemed angry, it didn't matter. After he saw her painting, she believed that he would calm down.

Huo Yanzheng looked out of the window, through the clean and bright floor-to-ceiling windows, the greenery of the garden came into his eyes, and the irritability gushing out of his heart was silenced.

Huo Yanzheng didn't look back at Chu Wan, his flawless side face was icy and cold, revealing a touch of awe-inspiring sharpness, he seemed not interested, and said casually: "I think, I'd better not look at it, I'm not curious. "

Knowing what she painted, he will no longer be curious.

If you don't look at it, you can still deceive yourself.

Look, he can't even maintain the illusion of self-deception.

"Have you guessed what I drew?" Chu Wan's eyes were bright and her teeth were bright, her red lips were red and vermilion. Since Huo Yanzheng was not curious, it seemed that he knew what she was drawing.

"So what if you didn't guess it, so what if you guessed it." Huo Yanzheng looked indifferent, thinking carefully, he could still taste the faint sourness, "Compared to guessing it, I would rather not guess it."

If you didn't guess it, you don't have to suffer so much.

Huo Yanzheng's big hands rested on the back of the sofa, his strength gradually increased, and he actually scratched out deep marks, but he still didn't know it.

"Come on, Yanzheng, come and take a look." Although Huo Yanzheng's tone was very light, almost nonchalant, Chu Wan could hear the heaviness in his words, and she felt an inexplicable heartache.

Even though Huo Yanzheng's face was stern and he didn't have any emotional fluctuations, Chu Wan could still feel the deep and terrified aura surrounding him.

Chu Wan held his big hand that was tightly gripping the back of the sofa, and deliberately teased him, "Let go, if you keep pushing so hard, our sofa should be replaced with a new one."

Huo Yanzheng ignored Chu Wan's joke, as if sighing softly: "Wanwan, why do you insist on doing this?"

Why should it be necessary to reveal the bloody facts, and why should Chu Wan be so cruel to him.

Chu Wan turned the drawing over and faced Huo Yanzheng, wanting to show him, but saw that he lacked interest, and even looked away from her.

Suddenly, Chu Wan's high spirits finally slumped. She lowered her eyes and looked a little lonely, "Since you don't want to watch, then I won't force you. I don't want to do anything that makes you feel forced."

Chu Wan let go of the hand on the back of Huo Yanzheng's hand and turned her back. She looked at the painting in her hand, pursed her red lips and said, "I thought you would like it, but it turned out that it wasn't like that. This is what I drew. I have poured a lot of effort and emotion into the finished product for several days..." But never thought, Huo Yanzheng didn't even look at it.

She couldn't help feeling a little lost, but she didn't complain at all.

"But it doesn't matter. If you don't want to watch it now, then don't watch it. When you want to read it, I will show it to you." Chu Wan didn't want to force him, so she could only follow his ideas, "This It's about time, you should be going to the study, Yan Zheng, go to work."

As for her, she wanted to stay in the studio for a while.

However, the moment she raised her foot to leave, her slender white wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone.

Chu Wan didn't know why, but stopped walking towards the studio.

"Give me the painting." After all, his heart was still soft, he didn't want to see her lose, after Huo Yanzheng struggled for a while, he chose to give in as usual, willing to bow his head with her.

Even if you don't want to face it, you still have to face it.

No matter how cruel the facts are, he has personally experienced them, and now it is just the same road, he needs to walk it again, there is nothing he cannot accept.

"I have drawn with all my heart, and tried my best to draw you perfectly, but even so, the you I sketched with the brush still can't fully show your handsomeness and excellence on the drawing paper."

No matter how lifelike he is in the painting, it is not as vivid as the one in front of him.

His unique noble and dusty temperament is extremely difficult to describe.

His handsomeness and excellence are not enough to be fully represented on such a square-inch sketch.

However, she has tried her best.

I have tried my best to draw the most perfect him in my heart.

At this time, Huo Yanzheng's big hand that took the sketch suddenly froze, and just stopped in midair, his dark pupils shrunk slightly, his face was full of astonishment and surprise.

He really didn't expect that the person she painted was him.

He was sure he heard correctly, but could what she said be true?
He once glanced at the person in the painting. At that time, the painting was not yet finished, he only saw the outline, and deduced that the person she painted was Luo Zhibin.

If what she said was true, then from the beginning to the end, he was the one who misunderstood, guessed wrong, and misinterpreted what she meant.

Huo Yanzheng seemed to have been shocked, he was stunned on the spot unexpectedly, what Chu Wan just said echoed over and over again in his ears.

It took a long time before Huo Yanzheng recovered his voice, "Is that me you drew?"

There is still a strong sense of disbelief in the words.

"Of course it's you." Chu Wan's eyes were straightforward and frank. She responded to Huo Yanzheng with a smile. When she heard that Huo Yanzheng was willing to look at her paintings, her mood began to improve. "The people on the paintings were painted by me stroke by stroke. I won't admit my mistake."

Huo Yanzheng lowered his eyes, and looked at the person in the painting as if seeking proof. With just one glance, his thoughts were frozen, and his eyes were glued to it.

It's really him.

The person she painted was indeed him.

"How could it be me?"

Huo Yanzheng didn't seem to understand how he could be the person in this painting. He knew that painting was one of Chu Wan's few hobbies, and she would draw one whenever she had something to do. There was no sign of him.

Chu Wan said bluntly: "The moment I picked up the paintbrush, I thought of you."

But as early as in the previous life, the decision to draw a picture for Huo Yanzheng had already been formed.

Subsequent paintings are also logical.

"I used to think that no matter when, you would never think of me." She never had him in her eyes, so how could she think of him, Huo Yanzheng realized this very clearly.

But fortunately, now, everything seems to be faintly different.

What was once a wishful thinking is gradually becoming a reality.

"Even if you are not by my side, I will still think of you from time to time, but you don't know it."

Chu Wan hugged Huo Yanzheng's lean and strong waist with both hands, her mind was slightly shaken, she pressed against Huo Yanzheng's chest tightly, feeling his strong and rhythmic heartbeat resounding like thunder in her ears.

(End of this chapter)