Qiao Yan was in tears, begging the man in front of him in a humble voice.

But a sneer set off at the corner of the man's mouth.

"Speaking of which, our Ah Yan has grown up. ”

Si Shaofei suddenly patted Qiao Yan's little face lightly with his hand, and wiped her tears with her white and slender fingers.

"I have my own ideas, and I dare to disobey my will!"

The man sighed softly, straightened the head of the person in front of him, lifted his chin slightly, and used the calm voice in her ear again.

"Presumably, there is no need to threaten Ah Yan with the things he cares about the most, but I'm afraid that Ah Yan will not be obedient and will not remember this lesson, isn't it Ah Yan?"

After the man sneered, he looked at the bodyguard who had already stood respectfully on the side, waiting for orders.

"Yes, Mr. Si. ”

After Qiao Yan only listened to the bodyguard's respectful reply, the sound of the canvas being torn apart immediately sounded like thunder in her ears.

"Ahh

Qiao Yan listened to the sound of the canvas being torn, his face turned pale in an instant, and he only felt that his heart was also cruelly torn apart.

She was about to stumble in that direction, and she wanted to protect her baby.

But he was stopped by a man and grabbed his wrist.

"Ah Yan, do you admit your mistake?"

At this moment, the man's gloomy voice sounded in Qiao Yan's ears, no less than the gloomy Yama in hell.

Let her emotions sink into a kind of fear and collapse again.

"No, Mr. Si, you can't force me like this!

Qiao Yanfa's blood-like hoarse begging voice made the man still feel compassion.

Sometimes Si Shaofei hates his soft-heartedness, and this bad thing should be corrected at once.

But whenever he saw Qiao Yan in such pain, he sometimes felt a little in a trance, how could someone who was so obedient before, be tortured to such a point.

However, when he thought of Qiao Yan's various bad behaviors, he was still ruthless.

"Do you admit your mistakes??"

The man's gloomy voice sounded in Qiao Yan's heart again, like a death knell hypnotic soul.

She couldn't see with her eyes, and she might only have those paintings forever in her life.

Every one that was destroyed was equivalent to taking off a piece of flesh from her, and she almost suffocated in pain.

Why is this man so cruel to her!

Not only did she take off her cornea so that she would never have anything to do with painting, but even her previous hard work had to be ruined little by little!

But she didn't do it, she just didn't admit it!

Listening to the sound of the canvas tearing in her ears one after another, Qiao Yan was almost dying of pain, but she just gritted her teeth and refused to admit it.

Qiao Yan didn't know what he was insisting on.

It seems that as long as she doesn't admit it, she will never be a bad thing in the eyes of men, but if she wants to admit it, she will completely confirm this crime.

Even in the current situation, her persistence is just unrepentant in the eyes of men.

"I ask you one last time, do you want to admit your mistake to Xiao Nian?" the man said coldly, and there was already the last painting left.

"Vomit~" And at this moment, Qiao Yan was already spread on the ground, his voice was hoarse, and he couldn't cry anymore, but he kept vomiting.

Qiao Yan's voice was hoarse, and he could barely make a sound.

She shook her head in the end, but there was no longer the struggle and stubbornness just now, she was so desperate that she was numb.

Without getting the answer he wanted, the man's face was ugly, very ugly.

"Yan. I saw that he gently raised Qiao Yan's chin, looked at Qiao Yan's empty eyes, and snorted coldly, "Stubborn bad thing, since you like these paintings of yours so much, then mourn them here tonight!"

Si Shaofei said coldly, and then ordered someone to lock the studio.

He asked Qiao Yan to reflect on himself in it tonight.

A little late at night.

The man pacing back and forth outside the door still made the door open.

At a glance, he saw a man huddled motionless in a corner of the studio in the faint moonlight through the window, holding a stack of torn canvases tightly in his arms.

I guess I'm asleep.

Si Shaofei approached and found that the eyes of the person in front of him were red and swollen, and there were still a few crystal teardrops on his long eyelashes.

In late autumn, she wore only a fleece white lace dress, and when she was brought to the studio in the morning, she didn't even have time to put on a coat.

A gust of cold wind blew from outside, and Qiao Yan, who was shivering, unconsciously moved to the side of the wall and ground, hugging himself tighter.

The whole person looked desolate, helpless and pitiful.

After all, it has been raised for ten years.

Even if Qiao Yan did something that could make Si Shaofei half angry, but after the punishment, when the man saw the miserable appearance of the person, he would feel that he was not too heavy.

With a light sigh, a pair of big hands gently picked up the person in the corner.

When he arrived at the door, he glanced back at the studio coldly.

I saw that in another corner, a stack of intact canvases was still neatly stacked there, if you look carefully at Qiao Yan's hand at this moment, except for one with paint on it, which was also the first one that Si Shaofei ordered to destroy, the others were blank.

"This place is locked, and the second lady is not allowed to come here again in the future. ”

"Yes, Mr. Si. ”

"And tomorrow coax her to take the painting in her hand away and find the best master to repair it. ”

Si Shaofei was still moved by compassion during the day.

Carry the person back to the bedroom.

Si Shaofei gently covered the quilt.

"Don't ...... Mr. Si...... Don't do that to Ah Yan...... Don't ......"