Lovely wife, hard-to-support husband is too domineering

Chapter 717 He's Shameless! (2)
"It's not for the money?" Xiang Bei turned around, and asked with a mocking smile, "If you're a smart person, you should know that it's good to meet you, I don't have the patience to talk nonsense with you!"

Secretly exhaled, the woman's eyes were defeated.Well, having money is better than having no money, she pursed her lips and pushed Qian's men to open the door with their bags in hand, "I'll make an appointment next time."

Another date?Xiang Bei was amused by these words, he kicked the door, and walked into the bathroom with a sullen face.

After taking a shower, the whole person is much more comfortable.Xiang Bei came out in a bathrobe, went to the bar and poured another glass of red wine.He really drank a lot tonight, and he needs another drink to hangover.

Sipping the red wine in his glass, Xiang Bei walked to the French window.The lights in front of the glass windows are bright, and sporadic snowflakes are faintly visible.He raised his hand to open the window, always feeling that unfamiliar smell in the room.

The cool cold wind blew in along the window, Xiang Bei's thin lips were tightly pressed, and his slender figure leaned against the window, motionless.Over the years, he has not been without temptation around him.Don't talk about their circle, but talk about his appearance, family background, and background, so many women flock to him and want to be with him, just to get a little relationship with him.With a pretty face, a hot body, a considerate, and exquisite, what kind of woman doesn't exist, but no one can walk in front of him.

Xiang Bei told himself that none of them were Fu Huanyan, there was only one Fu Huanyan in this world.

Looking up to finish off the wine in the glass, Xiang Bei pressed his thumb on his forehead, feeling a dull pain.He closed the window and turned back to the bedroom.

The bedroom is lit with wall lamps, and the light blue sheets and bedding are clean.Xiang Bei lifted the quilt and lay down, he caught a glimpse of the light blue out of the corner of his eye, and his thin lips tightened unconsciously.

Every time Fu Huanyan came to his place, she had to change into blue sheets like an obsessive-compulsive disorder.She likes blue, and the curtains and sheets must be blue.Xiang Bei has no problem with the color of the house, as long as she likes it.

But tonight, looking at the blue color, he felt inexplicably stuffy.He stood up with a sullen face, and walked to the guest bedroom with his pillow in his arms.He lifted the quilt, saw the pillow in his arms before going to bed, and threw it on the ground with his hands.

Depend on!
Xiang Bei was so angry, why couldn't he avoid it?It's not safe to go home, her breath and her shadow are everywhere!
Annoyed, he lifted the quilt and went to bed, and Xiang Bei slept on the bed in the guest bedroom.He had hardly slept on this bed, and suddenly felt uncomfortable when he changed the place, and his whole body felt uncomfortable.

Lie on the bed tossing and turning for two hours.In the end, Xiang Bei had nothing to do, so he had to pick up the lost pillow and put it on again.

I have a severe headache and my heart is even more chaotic.Xiang Bei closed his eyes, seeing Fu Huanyan's small appearance before turning around.Are you angry?sad is not it?

Xiang Bei sighed softly, and sat up with one hand supporting the mattress.He took out a small stone from the pocket of his pajamas, and held it in his hands as if playing with it.The stone has been polished for many years, and the corners have long been smooth.

Xiang Bei pursed his lips and sat on the head of the bed, his temples on both sides of his forehead throbbing.Fu Huanyan, do you still remember the afternoon of that year?
For so many years, he has been holding her carefully in the palm of his hand, reluctant to make her sad, reluctant to make her sad.Sometimes he knows that her request is too much, but he can't see her tears, and he will compromise first every time.

After so many years of compromise, he didn't know what he was waiting for? !

A black car was turned off outside the studio. Song Dunen walked to the door in his coat, and opened it with a light push.The door was not locked at all, he frowned and walked in, surrounded by only one floor lamp.

"Yan, are you there?" Song Dengen looked around and vaguely saw a figure on the sofa.

"Yan!"

Song Dunen bent down and reached out to push the sleeping man.Fu Huanyan frowned and closed her eyes, with tears still on her face, "Don't make noise!"

She seemed to have just fallen asleep, her brows were tightly furrowed, and the tears in the corners of her eyes were shining brightly.Song Dengen kept silent, not daring to speak any more.He relaxed his steps to close the door, and when he turned back, the person on the sofa changed his position and fell asleep again.

She was not covered with a quilt, and Song Dunen was afraid that she would catch a cold.He wanted to get the quilt, but he didn't want to break into her bedroom privately.Taking off his coat, Song Dengen gently covered Fu Huanyan with the clothes, and he pulled a chair beside him and sat down.

The surroundings are very quiet, almost no sound.Fu Huanyan breathed very lightly, and occasionally choked, Song Dengen frowned unconsciously, and lightly placed his palm on her shoulder to comfort her.

Maybe this action was effective, and after a while, Fu Huanyan's frowning relaxed, and she slept a lot more peacefully.Song Dengen breathed a sigh of relief, and wanted to leave, but he always felt that something was wrong with her, so he didn't dare to leave easily.

There was a drawing board on the side corner of the studio. Song Dunen walked over to have a look, and suddenly sat down with a smile.On the drawing board in front of him was the painting that Fu Huanyan hadn't finished. His restrained eyes flickered, and he unconsciously picked up the brush to draw.

According to the feeling in his heart, when Song Dengen made the last stroke, he couldn't help being stunned.But the painting has already been finished, and he can't change it.

A chill came over, Song Dunen put down his brush, checked the time and planned to leave.He walked to the sofa, bent down and stared at Fu Huanyan's sleeping face, and suddenly saw her rolling tears.

Song Dunen pursed his lips, turned around and sat down in the chair again.Such Fu Huanyan, he can't rest assured!But it was a little cold after nightfall, so he gave Fu Huanyan his coat, and could only take a nap against the chair.

When the sky outside the window was getting dark, Fu Huanyan finally woke up.She sat up rubbing her sore eyes, and suddenly saw the man opposite her, her mouth opened slightly in surprise.

Dunn?Why is he here?
She was still wearing a thick cotton coat, Fu Huanyan looked down, then at the sleeping man sitting in the chair, and suddenly understood.Taking the clothes and covering Song Dunen's body, she bit her lip and got up from the sofa.

It was cold in the studio, Fu Huanyan walked to the window, the snow did not fall last night.There were only some faint watermarks on the ground, and no snow was seen.

She went to the kitchen to boil hot water first, and when she came back, she raised her eyebrows and saw the painting on the drawing board.

The lines and polishes are all top-notch, Fu Huanyan puffed her cheeks, and her delicate brows slowly wrinkled.

"you're awake."

The voice of the man behind him was a little hoarse. Seeing her standing in front of the drawing board, Song Dengen immediately smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I drew it without your permission."

"Oh." Fu Huanyan responded in a low voice, and took down the painting.

Song Dengen was startled, with a hint of embarrassment on his face.

"When did you come?" Fu Huanyan handed him the hot water in his hand, and Song Dengen took the cup and said, "I called you last night, but you didn't answer, I was worried about you, so I came here Look... Seeing you crying is very sad, I was afraid that something happened to you, so I stayed."

(End of this chapter)