The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Chapter 1490 Forced to this point

Maybe Nan Jiaojiao doesn't know how to do it at all. It was Shen Shichu who found the gunman, but on the surface, someone needs to take the blame. Hiding Nan Jiaojiao in order to cover it up will make Nan Jiaojiao more credible. Without Shen Shichu, Nan Jiaojiao The so-called architectural talent was exposed. She didn't dare to take this halo, so she stopped touching it in the future.

Very scheming!

Ye Congwen waited until she was less excited, walked in, and helped her out from a pile of trampled paintings.

"Okay, I won't mention it. I haven't taken care of Jiaojiao. Let's go downstairs to eat."

"You're always like this!" Lin Shuyun pushed him away, "I'm warning you, no matter what method you use to make Nan Jiaojiao resign, she shouldn't have such a good life. Also, she is not allowed to paint again in the future. If she doesn't listen, her hands will be cut off, and she will paint whatever she wants! She is as mean as ever at heart..."

"Shu Yun!"

Ye Congwen's face was full of hurt, "It's been so long, why do you still mention it."

Lin Shuyun took a deep breath and pointed at the room, "Have you passed? Then why are you keeping these things?"

She pushed Ye Congwen away and went out angrily, without going downstairs to eat, and slammed the bedroom door hard.

Ye Congwen suddenly felt a pain in his heart. He gave a hand and supported the wall, trying to find a place to sit down, but found that there was no room for people to sit anywhere in the room.

Before today, Lin Shuyun had opened this room after her miscarriage three years ago. At that time, she had almost destroyed everything. However, she was weak at the time. Many things could not be destroyed or smashed. Not much was damaged, but the paint It had been spilled everywhere, and she didn't allow her servants to clean it up. Ye Congwen didn't ask anyone to clean it up, so he just locked the door.

Today she destroyed it again, and there was no place to put her feet down. There was not a single painting left by that person that was intact.

The chairs and beds were either made of paint or smashed pieces of something. Ye Congwen squatted down holding his head, his shoulders shaking slightly.

An hour later, Ye Congwen parked the car outside the villa and moved several boxes of things from the trunk and back seat.

Just as she was about to make a call, Ye Congjie came out of the villa. She was wearing purple pajamas. Before she came out, she grabbed a thick coat and put it on her body. There were no sleeves. The top buttons of the dress were buttoned and the collar was tight. The neck is not visible.

She glanced at the things on the ground and tugged at the corner of her mouth, "Are they all ruined like this?"

"Third sister, I will leave these things with you first. You can find a place to store them. There is a high probability that I won't be able to get them back in the future. If you think it's bothering you, find a room far away from you."

"It won't bother me. My family is big, so I can put some things in it."

Ye Congjie walked around one of the boxes for a few steps, kicked open the lid, and took a look inside, "Lin Shuyun has been holding it in for so many years, but she can't hold it in anymore. She even had the abortion to destroy all these things. She is somewhat afraid of you, what happened this time that she was so brave and forced you to do this?"

The man couldn't keep the things he had cherished for more than 20 years, and he was reluctant to throw them away, so he personally moved them to her in the middle of the night and asked her to keep them.

Really worthless.

"Okay, I'll leave it for you, just to keep it in mind for you. If one day you think of these rags, come and take a look at them."

Ye Congwen pursed his lips and said, "Third sister, please don't irritate Shuyun again. It's not easy for her after so many years."

(End of this chapter)