Five minutes later, seeing that the man would not turn back, Qiao Yan closed the door and played a few voices from his son.

Almost instantly, Qiao Yan heard Qiao Xiuyu's excited little milk voice: "Mom, Mom, today the teacher praised me for painting very well, saying that I am very talented, Huaibei Dad said, Mom used to learn to paint, and that Yu's talent must be inherited by his mother~"

"Mom is so amazing~ But why hasn't Yu Bao seen his mother draw, is his mother afraid that Yu Bao will break it for you~ I have hidden the painting~"

Qiao Xiuyu said this in a milky voice in the voice over there, and began to pout aggrievedly: "Hmph╯╰ Mom, this is a misunderstanding of Yu Baobao, Yu Baobao is not so destructive, Yu Baobao is well-behaved~"

Yes, it's very well-behaved, I used to take the jewelry design draft she sketched to paint it with a watercolor pen, and turned over the computer books on the bookshelf with Jianghuai Medicine and Minor, and turned it into a mess......

Qiao Yan still remembers the loud "bang" in the study at the beginning, when she was next door she thought there was going to be an earthquake, but then there were a few wow-wow-cries from inside.

At that time, the heart-rending little milk voice scared Qiao Yan so much that he felt a sigh in his heart, and thought that something was going to happen, so he hurriedly ran over to see.

Then she saw that the bookshelves in the study had collapsed, and hundreds of books were scattered all over the floor.

Not to mention the dirty corners, some of them were even directly smashed and deformed by the bookshelves, and even worse, they were soaked with a pot of tea that fell on the desk, which was simply 'unsightly'......

Qiao Yan's temples jumped abruptly at that time, this is the most cherished thing in Jianghuai Bei, and many of them are the only ones he collected at a great price, but now they are-

Qiao Yan couldn't help but look at the culprit Qiao Xiuyu on the side, and saw that he was sitting on the ground with his little hands, crying and wiping his tears.

Seeing Qiao Yan coming, her face was already faintly angry, and the little guy hurriedly ran over and hugged her thighs.

"Woo woo ~ mom ~ just scared the baby to death ~"

"Baby Yu almost can't see you~ Woo woo woo ~ Mom, you are so good~ Yu baby can't bear you~"

"Mom, Yu Bao wants to hug ~ Yu Bao wants to hug ~"

The little guy cried so much that he was aggrieved and miserable, a mother by sentence, which made Qiao Yan's heart almost broken, where did he still think about those books, and only hugged people with concern.

"The baby is good, don't cry, let the mother see, is there any injury to our baby?"

As Qiao Yan spoke, he panicked and was about to check his baby son's injury, but he didn't see the little guy smile triumphantly.

In the past few years since he was born, he has already figured out his mother's temper, no matter how big the trouble is, it will always work to pretend to be pitiful.

"Woo woo woo ~ mom ~ Yu baby is okay ~ Yu baby is just worried that he will never see me again so good, such a good mother ~"

While the little guy cried louder and louder, he didn't forget to kiss Qiao Yan a few times on his face, which immediately coaxed Qiao Yan's heart to melt.

However, Qiao Xiuyu's children did not pass the test smoothly in the end, because Jianghuai North is not easy to fool.

His gentle and elegant Huaibei father still beat his little ass red and swollen.

Qiao Yan can still remember that when Jiang Huaibei asked Qiao Xiuyu why he ran to the study to mess around, the little man said that he wanted to read the book on it.

But the above are all computer books, Qiao Xiuyu was only more than three years old at the time, although he was much wiser than ordinary children, but how could he understand those complex and esoteric things, so the poor villain was beaten by Jiang Huaibei for lying again.

Since then, the family's collection of precious books, calligraphy and paintings will be hidden, in case Qiao Xiuyu goes to Ho Ho again.

Therefore, there is Yu Baobao's grievances today.

"Mom, mom~ You take care of me~ Why don't you talk to Yu Baobao again~ You just let Yu Bao see your paintings~"

"Our kindergarten is going to hold parent-child interaction these days, and if you want your parents to show their talents, you just let Huaibei Dad take a painting you painted before, and let Yu Baobao hand it in, Yu Baobao also wants other children to know that I have such a powerful mother~Okay~"

Little pot friends have the psychology of comparing and showing off, Qiao Xiuyu has already lost to his sister, and he must not lose to his mother.

"Good son, mom hasn't touched a paintbrush for many years, okay, mom is tired today, if you have anything to do in kindergarten, go to Huaibei dad." ”

After Qiao Yan typed this line, he closed the mobile phone page and began to look at the ceiling in a daze.

Speaking of which, since Si Nian's nineteenth birthday, Si Nian exhibited her stolen paintings, that series of nightmares about paintings have been in Qiao Yan's midnight dreams.

Because she avoided it in her heart, she never dared to touch it again after her eyes were better.

It was originally a wound sealed in the depths of his heart, it was good that he didn't see the light on weekdays, but today it was suddenly torn, and Qiao Yan's heart was filled with a deep sadness at the moment.

She walked out of the bedroom and walked to the door of the studio she hadn't stepped into for five years.

The door was locked, Qiao Yan couldn't get in, she stood at the door in a daze for a while, and the memories of the past came to her like a tide, pressing her almost suffocating.

It was her dream, pursuit, and hope, but it was cruelly cut off from the middle and destroyed.

Looking back now, it's already a matter of fact.

Almost out of instinct to protect and warm himself, Qiao Yan slowly squatted down at the door and hugged his shoulder.

She didn't cry, she didn't cry, but her cold eyes got colder.

Si Nian took away her paintings, pretended to be her teacher, and snatched everything that belonged to her, and now she has become a sought-after rising star in the circle, a rising star in the art world.

This couldn't help but make Qiao Yan's eyes cold and cold, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his lips.

This woman must have had a smooth ride in her career in the past few years, but unfortunately this life is coming to an end.

After all, there are some things that even if Qiao Yan doesn't want them now, she must not be cheap Si Nian, that slut!

I just don't know, compared to not having it, what is it like to fall from a high position?

Qiao Yan once again hooked the corners of her lips slightly, since she returned to China and was forced to face everything she had before, then she would settle the past accounts by the way.

"Yan. ”

Just when Qiao Yan was clenching her fingers tightly, her eyes becoming more and more cold and hard, the man's deep voice suddenly sounded behind her.

He approached, looked at the person squatting on the ground, couldn't help but feel a little distressed, and asked her softly, "Do you want to go in?"

Qiao Yan didn't respond.

But Si Shaofei still ordered someone to open the door, and then he walked in first, and when he turned around, Qiao Yan also followed.

The room, which had not been opened in five years, had fallen into a noticeable layer of dust, and contained several easels, as well as some canvases, and buckets and boxes of paint.

All this is so familiar, but unfamiliar, so strange that Qiao Yan didn't dare to touch it, just stood there and watched motionlessly.

"Ah Yan, it's a pity that those paintings back then are only left with this one now. ”

This last one was the one that was too badly damaged to be repaired. After all those paintings were burned by Qiao Yan, Si Shaofei asked people to take the only remaining one to go abroad to find a master to repair it, and finally it was repaired by a few people, and it was preserved until now.

"How ...... it"

Qiao Yan looked at the "New Life" that Si Shaofei brought, and couldn't help but have some doubts in his cold eyes.

She didn't know how there was still a painting that would survive, wasn't it all burned by this man in the first place?

She looked at Si Shaofei questioningly, but Si Shaofei didn't know what she meant.

It's just that thinking of Qiao Yan's various things that resisted him at the beginning, the man was still a little annoyed: "Ah Yan, you lost your temper with me for this picture, and you actually ...... in front of me"

Just when Si Shaofei also wanted to ask Qiao Yan what he thought about burning paintings back then, his mobile phone suddenly rang.

It's people in the company.

This made the man stop talking, and he raised his feet out of the studio to answer the phone outside. Then, because something happened to the company, he left directly to deal with it.

Qiao Yan didn't care about Si Shaofei's departure, she put the only remaining painting on the easel, and touched it carefully and stupidly.

At the same time, Bai Song Song passed by here and saw that the door here was open, which made her very curious and walked in.

After all, she had been in the courtyard for three years, and this room belonged to the forbidden land.

Then she saw Qiao Yan.

"Hey, Joe, why are you here?"