"Where did this painting come from?" Where did it come from? Say it quickly! Murong Yichuan looked at him with a wary expression.

As if she had a nervous expression towards Murong Yichuan, a small question mark arose in her heart, and she once again moved her gaze to the beauty picture called Ning Yulian in front of her, and replied casually; "I happened to meet Ouyang Jin on the street when I went out today, this painting I got from her? Why are you looking at me like that? Is there a problem? ”

When Murong Yichuan heard something, he actually met Ouyang Jin on the street, and immediately became worried, he grabbed one of Wanruo's arms, looked at Wanruo with cold eyes, and said with a little anger; "Didn't I say you shouldn't go out casually, let alone get too close to that Ouyang Jin, why didn't you listen? Why do you like to take my words as wind in your ears? Why? Murong Yichuan's voice was a little hoarse, he originally wanted to talk to Wanruo well, but he couldn't suppress the fire in his heart for a while, he hated others not taking his words seriously, but his closest person was like this, he felt that his majesty was challenged by Yan zhòng.

It was as if she had broken free of Yi Chuan's hand, and her face was full of grievances for a moment; "I'm not your slave, why do you keep interfering with my freedom? And why can't I get too close to Ouyang Jin? Can you give me a reason to convince me, you always want to control me everywhere, don't say that you love me, care about me, you have enough control, don't think about controlling me in the palm of your hand, okay? Are you so nervous, could it be that this painting really has something to do with me? There was a little rebellion written on her face, and at the same time, there were also a few questions, she had been pondering this painting, but she couldn't think of this woman named Ning Yulian who looked exactly like herself, but she felt that this name was particularly kind.

Murong Yichuan was a little bit lost in the face of Wanruo's rebellion, and he found that he was becoming more and more unable to control her, how could this be? I can't continue to indulge her, I can't let her go back to the past.

"What can you have to do with this painting, maybe it's just a coincidence, don't think about it, what I don't let you do naturally has my reason, you know too much, don't forget that you're pregnant, what if something happens here, don't be too willful, don't forget that you are a mother." After Murong Yichuan finished speaking, he quickly picked up the painting on the table, and then tore it into several pieces, crumpled it into small paper balls, and threw them into the fire not far away.

As if watching her painting be ruined by him, she rose from her chair in a huff; "Murong Yichuan; You're such an incomprehensible person, you're so inexplicable, I'm ignoring you. As if he had said that, he turned around with grievances and resentment, and strode away, Murong Yichuan did not chase after him, but just twisted it slightly every day, sighed deeply in front of the door, and continued to do what he had not done just now.