Sworn not to be a wife: the arrest of the young wife around the world

She wanted to be independent and escaped from Qi Ruigang.

Li Mingxi said casually, "Did you know that Yu Fei is going to publish a book?"

Moran was slightly surprised: "I don't know."

"Yufei has written down all her parenting experience, and I heard that a book will be published soon."

Moran was shocked when he heard the news.

Even Jiang Yufei had found her purpose in life, she was still living in a daze, she suddenly felt so ashamed.

Li Mingxi is a famous doctor, Jiang Yufei can publish books, what about her?

After a few years, her friends have achieved good results, but she is still dawdling...

Thinking of this, Moran couldn't help but shudder.

"Sister Mingxi, thank you for telling me this, I think I know what to do." Moran said gratefully.

Li Mingxi smiled and said: "You are still young, don't worry, take your time."

Moran was a few years younger than Jiang Yufei, and it was not too late for her to start fighting now.

After dinner, Moran bid farewell to Li Mingxi and the others.

Qi Ruigang only allowed her to go out for two hours, if she didn't go back on time, it would not be so easy to go out next time.

Moran got in the car and told the driver to go home.

Along the way, she was thinking about what she was going to do...

Passing by a stationery store, Moran hurriedly asked the driver to stop, got out of the car and bought a lot of tools for painting.

Back home, she took the things she bought to the balcony of the bedroom, then set up the drawing board, sharpened a pencil, and prepared to draw.

But holding the pencil, she didn't know what to draw.

Moran took an apple and put it on the table, planning to draw a simple one first.

But she hadn't drawn anything in years, she was very rusty, and the first time was terrible.

Moran couldn't help being a little discouraged, she couldn't do this well at all, could she?

At this time, the sky was overcast.

The base of the little finger of Moran's left hand was aching.

Whenever the weather is dark and wet, her fingers hurt.

Moran held her left hand. Her hand should not be too tired. If she wanted to rely on labor to eat, she couldn't do it.

She only needs to use her right hand for painting, and she doesn't need to tire her left hand.

Perhaps, painting is really her way out...

Moran immediately strengthened her confidence, and she must learn to paint, no matter whether she can rely on this to make a living, she must learn.

Too many skills don't overwhelm you, anyway, there is no harm in learning.

……

Qi Rui just came back from get off work, the first thing he did was to go upstairs to the bedroom.

The servant said that Moran had been upstairs all the time, and Qi Ruigang thought she was watching TV, or reading a book.

Pushing open the door of the bedroom, Qi Rui just walked in, and unexpectedly found that Moran was drawing something.

She was so focused on the painting that she didn't notice him walking in at all.

On the small table next to her, there is already a lot of rice paper for painting.

Qi Rui just picked up all her drafts to read.

It turns out that all of her paintings are apples, some are good and some are bad, but she obviously puts more effort into each painting...

Moran finally noticed his presence.

She glanced at him and continued to draw.

"How did you fall in love with painting?" Qi Ruigang asked in a low voice.

Moran didn't answer him, treating him as air.

Qi Ruigang didn't care either: "Stop drawing, it's time to eat."

"You go and eat, I'm not hungry." Moran said lightly without looking back.

Qi Ruigang put his hand on her shoulder: "You have to eat on time, have you forgotten?"

Moran's hand paused, she stopped writing, packed her things, got up and walked out.

Now she has learned not to fight against Qi Ruigang, because she can't get a bargain every time.