Shuyi woke up with a hangover, only to feel a sudden pain in his temples, he remembered what she said to him last night, half-squinted, and sneered, "Draw your heart, what you say, this king won't believe a word!"

But when he said this, he himself was very unconfident.

Xuanyuan Mo was embarrassed by Shuyi, and he didn't dare to call someone to serve him, so he could only watch from afar.

He could feel that his son-in-law's eyes seemed to change a lot, and he became sad and desperate.

This gave him a very uneasy premonition.

Sure enough, in the deliberate alienation of the painting heart, Shuyi hated it day by day. He began to drink heavily all day long, and he was very drunk.

Seeing that Huaxin was still indifferent, he even began to linger in the wine shop and flower building, and then gradually stopped returning home, and no one was allowed to follow him.

She was chanting with Heguang day by day, but he was sloppy day by day, his eye sockets were deep, his face was depressed, and his chin was crawling with layers of green stubble, and he was no longer as clear and elegant as before.

Because of his sloppiness, many people in the city couldn't recognize him, or if they did, they didn't dare to put him in the same seat as the cold boy who was once high in the clouds.

Sometimes he would forget to bring the wine money, drink until the restaurant closes, and because he can't pay the money, he will be thrown out by the guys in the store in disgust.

Sometimes he would bring back the girl in the flower building, and he would blatantly play all night on the moon platform.

In the past few days, as soon as the painting heart looks up, he can see that he is drunk and surrounded by flowers, and the silk strings are endless.

He was extremely handsome and beautiful in his own life, and now although the pearl is covered with dust, it is difficult to hide Tsinghua. Against the backdrop of his celestial appearance, those girls are really average-looking, so ordinary that they can't even get on the stage.

As if to provoke him, he always acted more and more unscrupulously on those women as her gaze drifted past.

"Childish. Huaxin threw the paintbrush in her hand, and her tone was a little angry that she didn't even notice.

The cold wind ruffled the hair on her forehead, and the light and dust finished the rest of the drawings for her.

He knew that although she didn't say it, she must be sad in her heart, and her eyes were becoming more frequent and deeper day by day.

It was only when she looked at herself that the sadness in her eyes could turn into a trace of affection.

"Since he did it for you, and you really saw it, and you were angry, wouldn't it be his will?"

"Who's angry!" he pouted, turned around and went back to the house, refusing to go out for three days in a row, and even his ears were blocked.

She thought, if she doesn't listen, don't look, don't listen, don't ask, that madman should stop, right?

But the truth did not fulfill her wish.

On this day, Heguang Tongchen was hugging her from behind, holding her little hand and accompanying her to copy the heart mantra, although his and her hearts were not pure at all.

Suddenly, a white ball rolled in, pulling his throat and jumping with joy, "Mother, mother, the thief next door is finally going to die." ”

A drop of thick ink dripped on the paper, ruining a good word on the paper.

"Dead?" she held her hand with the light and dust, but her hand still trembled uncontrollably, and her voice was the same.

"Well, I'm going to be killed. The little guy was very happy in his milky voice, and crawled in front of the painting heart with his hands and feet, and coaxed her flatteringly, "No one will bully my mother again." ”

"Killed?" How many people in this world have beaten him?

When she asked this sentence, although she felt ridiculous, she still believed it, only to feel that her heart was about to jump out of her throat, and she couldn't mention it in one breath.