The Evil Wife of the Rebirth of the Shang Family

Chapter 92 The Bad Woman (1)
Meng Shuixin nodded.

"Little girl, I'm really interested. How did you get so much confidence?" Duanzhang looked at Meng Shuixin, the prosthetic leg was tapping on the edge of the pool table bit by bit, making a rattling sound. The sound of clicking made people feel uneasy in their hearts.

"Master Duan, just like what you said, I'm just a little girl, if you don't even have self-confidence, will you still believe me?" Meng Shuixin looked at Duanzhang, not shy away from Duanzhang's scrutiny, and smiled said.

"I'm just giving you a chance. If you don't satisfy me, I can say nothing at any time." Halfhand said as he fumbled for his prosthetic limb.

"Then I'll take my leave first." Meng Shuixin lowered her head slightly and said.

Drow dragged his injured leg, trying not to appear limping, but despite his best efforts, he couldn't hide his bleeding arms and legs.

Zall walked up to Meng Shuixin and said, "I'll take you back."

Meng Shuixin nodded, looked at Duanzhang and said, "Master Duan, I'm sorry for disturbing you today, I hope we can benefit from each other in the future."

Duanzhang watched as Zall walked up to the girl, a strange look suddenly appeared on his face, he propped one hand on the pool table, lowered his head, and stroked a billiard cue horizontally on the table with the other hand, without any fluctuations in his tone He said: "You also know that you disturbed me? Then do you know the consequences of disturbing my broken palm?"

Meng Shuixin frowned slightly, not understanding what the broken palm meant, but just as he was about to speak, Zhuoer turned around, hugged himself tightly with both hands, and hugged him in his arms!
Meng Shuixin was held in Zall's arms, and he watched Duanzhang hit Zall's back with a long billiard cue, and the bang was shocking.

Because of too much force, the pool cue broke directly, and the two cue fell to the ground with a crisp sound, but Zall didn't say a word, but just hugged Meng Shuixin tightly.

Duanzhang threw away his hands and clapped his hands, saying: "Now you can go, remember, Drow, no one can guess my mind and make decisions for me."

Zhuoer let go of Meng Shuixin, looked at Duan Zhang with a blank expression on his face, protected Meng Shuixin by his side, and walked directly to the door.

Meng Shuixin couldn't believe it, so naturally he didn't leave, but Zhuo Er held his waist tightly and dragged himself to the door.

Meng Shuixin had no choice but to turn his head to look at Broken Palm, only to see the man started to play with another cue, then raised his head to look at Meng Shuixin, without speaking, just mouthed: "Goodbye, Miss Meng."

Meng Shuixin suddenly felt a fire in his heart, and he clenched his fists tightly. He really wanted to set the place on fire, but Meng Shuixin knew that this is not ancient times, and it is not so easy to kill a person.

Zall hugged Meng Shuixin all the way, without saying a word, even though Meng Shuixin failed to keep up several times because Zall's pace was too fast, Zall didn't seem to pay attention.

Drow's leg was still bleeding from below, but the boy could indeed walk like flying.

It wasn't until he had walked for two full streets that Zhuoer suddenly stopped. Meng Shuixin's feet were aching slightly, but he didn't speak when he looked at the young man's pale and thin face.

Zhuoer pushed Meng Shuixin to sit beside a flower bed, and left without saying a word.

Meng Shuixin watched Zhuoer's unsteady steps slowly walking away, sighed, and looked at the wound on his hand, the blood had stopped flowing, but it still hurt.

Drow should be angry with himself, if he hadn't insisted on coming to Halfhand, he wouldn't have been injured.

Meng Shuixin stood up and was about to leave when he saw Zhuoer come back with a plastic bag.

Zall walked up to Meng Shuixin who had already stood up, pressed Meng Shuixin to sit down again, took out the medicine and cotton swabs from the bag, and began to carefully treat the wound on Meng Shuixin's hand.

Zhuoer's technique is not as professional as Wen Jingrong's, and his movements are also a little unskilled. He often hurts Meng Shuixin, but Meng Shuixin didn't shout, but looked at the boy with his head down. The boy's golden hair was covered by the shadow of a tree. , has a layer of mysterious brilliance.

"You..." Meng Shuixin was about to speak, but saw the young man raised his head and looked at himself.

There was a sharp light in the young man's eyes, which made Meng Shui feel a little uncomfortable, and he couldn't say what he said later.

"Do you know how important hands are to a painter?" Zhuoer looked at Meng Shuixin and said word by word, his eyes were serious. Meng Shuixin had never seen Zhuoer before, "You have such a tall hand?" Talent, you should protect these hands! You know, this is what many people can't ask for."

But Zall's words made Meng Shuixin stunned for a moment. In fact, Meng Shuixin really wanted to tell Zall that she was not a painter, nor did she have the will to become a painter.

And this little injury will not affect anything, but Meng Shuixin suddenly changed another sentence after touching the young man's gaze: "You like painting very much? Zall?"

Zall finished Meng Shuixin's last bit of bandaging procedure, sat next to the girl, and began to treat the wound simply for himself. The actions were equally brutal, and Meng Shuixin hurt even looking at it.

"Do you like Van Gogh's paintings?" Meng Shuixin said lightly, "I saw a lot of his paintings in your studio."

"Well, I like his wanton feeling in art." When Zall mentioned Van Gogh, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and there was a hotness in it as if he was referring to his beloved.

"But he was not recognized until his death..." Meng Shuixin said.

Zhuoer turned his head and looked at Meng Shuixin: "I thought you understood that there are some things that don't need to be acknowledged by others."

"I don't understand..." Meng Shuixin smiled, looking at the large shade of trees above his head, "If he didn't need to be acknowledged by others, would you know who he is now?"

Zhuoer didn't say a word: "I always wanted to be a painter like Van Gogh, and I never hesitated for the sake of art..."

"Don't!" Meng Shuixin said, "Friendly reminder, Van Gogh died a miserable death in the end!"

Zhuoer didn't speak anymore, maybe he felt that Meng Shuixin didn't understand the art in his heart, or maybe he was thinking of something else.

Looking at Zall's slightly bent back, Meng Shuixin thought of the heavy blow just now, and helped it up with his hands, obviously feeling Zall's trembling.Meng Shuixin laughed hehehe: "I know it hurts? Then why did you block it for me just now?"

Zhuoer ignored Meng Shuixin and took out a cigarette from his pocket to light it, but the girl snatched it away.

Zall frowned and looked at Meng Shuixin.

"We are both injured now, it's not good to smell the smoke!" Meng Shuixin said as he shook the smoke in the sky.

(End of this chapter)