Outside the window, the eastern sky glowed with bright red sunlight, and Li Miran was lazily leaning on Jing En, her long fluffy hair floating on his skin, and the slightest trace of it invaded his pores.

"It's so sunny today...... I'm going to pick up the brush again, brother, are you happy?"

Fingers tapped on his chest, and he said two words that didn't match the preamble.

Others can not understand her behavior, but he will not not understand.

Yu Jingen pinched her slender wrist, and even when he encountered strong resistance, he lowered her hand from his chest one by one.

She stared into his eyes with a smile, biting hard to add resistance to him, letting her hand stay on his skin for a little longer, until he pulled him down.

There was nothing in front of him, everything he relied on was gone, his steps were vain, and he almost fell.

A voice pushed her up.

"Jingen, Mi Ran, who are you?"

Wang Xiyun stood at the door thoughtfully and calmly, in fact, as early as when Li Miran saw her, she was in that position, she didn't move a step, and calmly enjoyed a play.

In the play, the prince and the princess live happily together, the noble lady covets the prince's talent and power, and tries to seduce the prince, the princess responds elegantly and calmly, the prince is loyal and protects his wife, and the noble lady is defeated and flees.

Off-screen ......

"She came looking for a drawing book. ”

"I'll get the drawing book. ”

Sometimes people who can speak in unison may not have the same heart.

They expounded the facts, but later interluded a song, which Li Miran forcibly poured in, thinking that this would destroy the relationship between the newlyweds and create a dislike.

Yu Jingen took the clothes from his wife's hand and went into the bathroom inside, without further explanation.

The study was cleared, and there were only two women.

"Can you show me Mi Ran's drawing? It is said to be a medical illustration, maybe Jie Therapy will be able to use it in the future. ”

When Li Miran heard this, he couldn't help but sigh for Wang Xiyun's generosity, she was probably the most humiliating wife in the world, and she allowed her husband and her old lover to be intimate.

"There's nothing to look at, it's all done casually, and it can't get into your eyes. ”

Li Miran belittled her own paintings and fulfilled her friendliness.

Didn't Wang Xiyun harbor any suspicions? Obviously not. The aura of the heroine must make her pretend to be generous.

"If you don't see it, you can lose it, why should my sister be so stubborn. The voice was soft, but the tone was fierce, and there was no trace of joy in the faint smile.

The heart seemed to be stabbed severely, Wang Xiyun took the words to connote her, and the same sharp sheath was pierced in the softest place of Li Miran's heart, drenched in blood.

"There are years of thought in the painting book, no matter how immature the painting is, no matter how much it is not in the stream, it is still a part of life and cannot be thrown away. ”

Suddenly, like a night of autumn wind, Li Miran found that he was really mature, or understood, and could say so vaguely, but to the point.

The atmosphere of the critical point is on the strings that are ready to start...... She saw Wang Xiyun's eyes sank.

At this time, a male voice came from the bathroom door, "Since you can't throw it away, then draw it well, you are very talented." ”

He took a bath, his hair was wet, he changed his clothes, wore a white shirt and black trousers, stood in the morning light and buttoned his cuffs, and the moment he looked up and spoke, a trace of pain crossed his eyes, which quickly shifted from Li Miran's wrist, where was the red mark he left for her, at the narrow right wrist.

The whiteness of the skin is better than the whiteness of the shirt, bright and dazzling, Li Miran turned around, and had no intention of looking again.

"Don't worry, I will!"

The moment she turned around, as if she remembered something, Li Miran looked back, her body did not turn, her head was slightly raised, and she looked at Wang Xiyun, who was the same height as her, "Sister-in-law sent clothes to her husband early in the morning, I can see it...... It's a true virtue. ”

With a just right pause, she explained what she had discovered, last night, Yu Jingen slept in the study.

An apt homonym, virtuous, xia

de, idle, vent her resentment.

In the United States four months ago, the three of them were so close, Li Miran saw them holding hands, how could Wang Xiyun not see her, it was nothing more than turning a blind eye and pretending to be stupid.

The two of them vividly interpreted the play of who is on top and who is the heroine.

......

Li Miran's body is recovering well, painting during the day and sleeping at night, the days pass slowly like this, the closer the divorce ceremony, the closer to parting.

Liu Yiqing is busy with the finishing work in the United States, and then he will take a long vacation, marriage leave.

At the beginning of November, Nancheng ushered in a wave of cold air, and with it, there was an invitation that was not good.