Marry first, love later: wife, don't divorce

After eating, she went back to her room upstairs as if she had gone to heaven, and took out the Paris Eiffel Tower that Dongfang Jun brought back to her to copy. This painting is the work of Zhang Jiachuan, a master of fine arts, and it is said that it has won an award. .

Most people would not want to come to a work like this. Mu Ru knew that Zhang Jiachuan would definitely not give it if he came forward, but Dongfang Jun is Dongfang Mo's third younger brother, so the situation is different.

She was so absorbed in painting that night that she didn't even know that the door was pushed open from the outside and the sound of a wheelchair rolling in. She was so absorbed in the whole painting that she was swiping boldly on the canvas.

"Is this a place for painting?" The old and hoarse voice sounded in a low voice, startled that the pen that was just stained with oil paint in her hand flew out, and then——

Then, she watched in a daze as the pen flew towards the wheelchair, onto Dongfang Mo's face on the wheelchair, and with a swipe, a stroke of green oil paint was directly painted on Dongfang Mo's crawling face. The leech-like face made Dongfang Mo's face look like old bark full of cracks in an instant.

Before she could react, she could only hear Dongfang Mo's hoarse voice roaring angrily: "Xi Muru, do you want to court death?"

Then, the one flew straight towards her like a sword, pierced her forehead, slid down the bridge of her nose, and painted her nose and lips green, just like a clown.

Her body involuntarily took two steps back, the paintbrush fell down and hit her instep, inexplicably, the paintbrush seemed to instantly become a weight, and it hurt her instep.

She squatted down carefully, picked up the paintbrush, and before she could speak, her less than half-drawn painting was pulled directly to the ground by Dongfang Mo, and then——

Then, she saw his wheelchair pressing over without hesitation, just pressing over the canvas that she had been painting for more than three hours, with a click, the sound of the easel breaking——

No, it was clearly the sound of her heart breaking, and the sound of blood dripping on the ground.

"Xi Muru, what can I ask you?" Dongfang Mo's ghost-like face was frowning angrily and painted with green oil paint. At this time, the green leeches on his face seemed to be crowded together, looking Incomparably ugly.

"I... I don't paint here, where do I go?" Mu Ru lowered her head and dared not look at Dongfang Mo's face, and then muttered softly: "I don't have a study, I... ..”

"Have I allowed you to draw?" Dongfang Mo's voice was obviously full of anger, perhaps because the voice made by people under the anger was a little out of shape, in short, his growl could not be heard as old and hoarse .

"But... I'm a student." Mu Ru's voice trembled, her head lowered, and she said in a begging voice, "You won't let me go to school, I..."

"You are no longer a student," Dongfang Mo quickly cut off Mu Ru's words, and then said coldly: "What you have to learn now is not the dead things in school textbooks, but how to be a good Dongfang Mo. Young lady of the Dongfang family, how can you share the burden of the Dongfang family for your husband, how..."

"I can't learn it," Mu Ru blurted out almost instinctively. After saying this, she regretted it again, so she quickly changed her words and said, "Well, I'll learn slowly, but I'm really very good at it." I like drawing, see if you can..."