Yun Haoran grabbed her wrist and slammed her down against the wall, supporting the wall with one hand, blocking her way.

"To go or not?" Yun Haoran's voice suddenly became low, and Xing-sense.

At this time, his eyes and expressions are different from usual, and he has a little more domineering as a man.

He suddenly lowered his head suddenly, Tang Aixi stared straight at him like that, without too much expression on his face, but his feet were quietly raised, and the high heels fell fiercely on his instep, ravaging hard.

Yun Haoran endured the pain of his heart, gritted his teeth and propped himself up against the wall.

Tang Aixi turned around and walked to the easel, looking at the sketch of the wedding dress work, and the picture of the quarrel with Lu Zhendong that day inadvertently passed through the depths of his mind.

"You want money, I'll support you! You just have to stay at home for me, and don't go out and be embarrassed! ”

"You want me to marry you, I'm married! Now you want to exploit even work? Lu Zhendong, why have you become so dictatorial now? Once upon a time, you would have made me do what I liked......"

"You made me like this!"

"Han Han is a premature baby, when he was born, he almost died in the incubator, do you want me to abandon him? Leave him back home, pretend that nothing happened, marry you, so that you will love me as before? Lu Zhendong, I can't do it! ”

"me! That's a wild seed you gave birth to with another man! What are you pretending to be high in front of me! You can make a few bucks from your job, stay at home for me honestly! Don't go out and embarrass me! ”

……

"Orangutan, do you think I have no vision and no talent for design?" Her faint voice was mixed with a little loneliness and sadness.

"I've seen his work at a wedding designer's house in Italy, and one of them is similar to the wedding dress you're designing now!" Yun Haoran paused slightly, turned around and walked over, "The similarity is as high as 90%!" ”

Tang Aixi smiled bitterly, the similarity was as high as 90%, although this work was all conceived and painted by herself, but in the eyes of outsiders, she was plagiarizing the master's work.

Her inspiration has dried up, and she is a useless scrap wood.

Now her work is just done for the sake of completion, without a soul, with an empty shelf!

Just like she!

Two years have passed, after cold wars and quarrels, she has gradually become silent from the original cheerful person, and her heart has died little by little with the passage of time.

There is not a trace of excitement!

There was a breath of air in her heart like a flame, and she rushed straight up, and she angrily grabbed the drawing board and threw it against the wall, kicking the easel open.

"Bang!" With a bang, the sketchpad fell to the ground, and the easel lay innocently on the ground.

Tang Aixi squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, grabbing his hair like crazy......

Yun Haoran looked at her like this, he was very distressed, he wanted to step forward and hug her, but he was afraid of being pushed away by her, he wanted to comfort her, but he was afraid that her arrogant self-esteem would be hurt.

Just watched her quietly, and after a while, there was a silent cry in the studio.

Although there was not the slightest sound, he knew that it was her heart crying.

Although she was strong, she was still an ordinary woman after all, and she had taken on her thin shoulders too many things that she shouldn't have took......