Refusing to join the underworld: the days of fighting against bad boys

"Guess." Shen Xuan gently poked Han Bing's nose.

Han Bing frowned suddenly, and said slightly displeased: "Could it be perfume again?"

Shen Xuan looked helpless, and said, "You guessed it right again." He opened the drawer casually, took out a small pale pink glass bottle, almost half the size of a palm, and handed it to Han Bing.

Han Bing took it and curled her lips. Although she knew that the price of such a small thing made her speechless, she was still a little unhappy: "It's nothing new."

"As my woman, you only need to be responsible for dressing yourself up beautifully."[

Han Bing likes to hear the words "my woman". For a strong woman like her, a more domineering man is needed to completely win her heart.

Han Bing blushed slightly, she put the perfume on the table casually, and said, "I'm going to the bathroom." She turned and walked out the door.

Shen Xuan picked up the perfume and played with it. When he saw Han Bing's bag next to him, he took it and unzipped it, ready to put the perfume in it.

No matter how shrewd and capable a woman is, her bag is also messy, filled with all kinds of things, but Shen Xuan still saw the boxy stack of papers at a glance.

He casually took it out and opened it, and recognized at a glance that it was specially drawn by Shunzi for him when he was a child.

Shen Xuan still remembered that when Shunzi was just seven years old, he was in a state of quarreling with Shunzi's mother, quarreling all day long, and about to get divorced. He was restless every day, and losing his temper for no reason was commonplace.

So when Shunzi handed over the painting, he just glanced at it and threw it away casually. He seemed to have said something, but he forgot about it.He didn't know that Shunzi had been remembering that sentence until now.

Later, the divorce was a matter of course, and Shunzi followed her mother back to County X, and occasionally saw him.It wasn't until high school that Shen Xuan brought Shunzi to Xinxiang City, but even so, the two of them didn't see each other often.

But now is not the time to recall such things.Shen Xuan's hand holding the painting trembled slightly. He was thinking, why did Han Bing own this painting and put it in his bag carefully?

Could it be that what Mrs. Wu said is true?