Love Marriage First: Young Master Li, your wife ran away again

Unexpectedly, Shi Mosheng woke up earlier than her, standing in front of the table right now, practicing calligraphy.
Su Yihuan usually sees him writing with a pen, but this is the first time he uses a brush.
As they approached, Shi Mosheng turned around and said with a smile, "Morning."
After speaking, he took her hand with his left hand.
Su Yihuan fixed her eyes on the rice paper in front of Mo Sheng.
"It's better not to go, the least crowded."
His handwriting is clear and elegant, like a human being, and his level is much higher than hers.
At the last tick, to put away the pen, Mo Sheng put the pen on the pen holder, freeing up his hand to hug her.
Su Yihuan said softly, "I still have to cook porridge for you, it will be too late."
Shi Mosheng didn't let go, and said whimsically:
"Let's not leave, just stay here forever, I write and you cook, red sleeves add fragrance, okay?"
Knowing that he was joking, Su Yihuan also followed him: "Okay, we will retire here in advance, but the retirement also has to eat, do you have any ingredients here?"
Shi Mosheng finally let go of her: "Yes, there are some frozen things in the refrigerator."
Su Yihuan turned around and rummaged in the refrigerator, found a chicken, and decided to make shredded chicken porridge.
After washing the rice, the chicken was thawed in the microwave, and the rice was put into the pot to cook the porridge.
Su Yihuan washed her hands, and went back to Shi Mosheng's side to see that he had written the second essay.
The tip of the brush is dyed a thick black in the inkstone.
Su Yihuan recognized that square inkstone. When she came here for the first time, this square inkstone was placed under the rain corridor outside the door. The inkstone is made of black rocky rock, very heavy, with smooth and delicate tentacles. But upon closer inspection, there is a tiny crack on the edge .
Shi Mosheng watched her touch the blemish, and said: "When I was young, there was that cut on the inkstone, and it must have been broken by one of my uncles."
Su Yihuan's tone was regretful: "I'm afraid it's an antique, why don't you put it away and use it every day."
When Shi Mosheng finished writing, he put the brush into the wash, and recalled with a light smile: "Things from the late Qing Dynasty are not considered antiques. My grandfather said that a thing can only be regarded as a favorite if it is used to the fullest."
He stretched out his hand to caress the inkstone: "This inkstone has been polished and carved thousands of times. It is not used to put it on the shelf, but to hold ink. If it is old and worn out, it will be regarded as the end of its life. It is not a pity to be an inkstone in vain."
"correct."
Shi Mosheng suddenly remembered something, and led Su Yihuan to her bedroom: "Come and see this."
When Su Yihuan walked in, the first thing she saw was the painting on the wall.
The green bamboo shadow is the painting she inscribed.
One leaf is always about love, but now I look at it and feel that it has a profound meaning.
She felt embarrassed: "I wrote it so naively, you still hang it up, it makes people laugh."
Shi Mosheng disagreed with her: "I think it's very good."
Su Yihuan cut sweetly: "Aiwujiwu, be careful that even the aesthetics have deteriorated."
Shi Mosheng looked at her carefully, looked at her for a while, and then said: "No, isn't my aesthetics very good?"
Su Yihuan was embarrassed by what he saw, and turned around and ran to the kitchen: "I won't mess around with you, the porridge is ready."
After breakfast, the driver came and took the two to Hangzhou.
When Shi Mosheng had a meeting during the day, Su Yihuan wandered around, bought a tie for Shi Mosheng in the mall, and stopped by a store to pick up a dress.
Shi Mosheng said that she would take her to an art reception. The reception was held by American artist Emily. Emily is an American performance artist and a friend of Gu Changan. Originally, Gu Changan was supposed to join her, but she was far away in France. Her best friend Yue Mingzhu was critically ill, Gu Changan and Yue Qingge rushed to France to visit, and Shi Mosheng went there on her behalf.
Su Yihuan said that she didn't understand art, but Shi Mosheng insisted on taking her with her.
Su Yihuan walked into the store and reported Shi Mosheng's name. The store manager held a large gift box in both hands. There was no price tag for such a dress.
Su Yihuan didn't know how precious it was in her hands, but she also understood that she was frightened by the number for no reason.
Most of the gorgeous and expensive skirts are only worn once, and then they become beautiful collections. Su Yihuan doesn't like this kind of extravagance, but Shi Mosheng is kind, and he must have decided the style himself. Behind the skirts is care and concern. And it's impossible to refuse.
In the afternoon, after the meeting, Mo Sheng met her for dinner, and then they returned to Yancheng.
Jiang Yiru thought that he could make a lot of money from this investment, but he didn't expect to jump into someone else's trap.
There was something wrong with the contract she signed, and there were traps hidden in the attachments of more than 100 items, which completely wiped out her investment of nearly [-] million yuan.
Chen Guoli looked at the disheveled Jiang Yiru, trembling with anger, finally couldn't hold back, and slapped him:
"Prodigal girls! It's not enough for you to eat and drink to be a rich wife. You're worth a hundred million dollars, so I won't beat you to death!"
As he spoke, he waved and slapped again.
Jiang Yiru had already been beaten and fell to the ground, trembling all over with fright, and Chen Guoli was a tall man, if he let him beat him, he would be beaten to death.
She had tasted that terrible taste.
Deep in her heart, there was a crack in a place, and a kind of fear that had been dusted for more than 20 years spread out, overlapping with everything in front of her, and that fear quickly swallowed her.
She covered her head in collapse, nestled on the floor and screamed.
"What's your ghost name?"
Chen Guoli was annoyed by her screaming, and became even more furious, he was about to kick someone.
At this time, a figure rushed down from the upstairs and threw itself directly on Jiang Yiru, protecting Jiang Yiru.
It's Chen Cheng.
Chen Cheng stood in front of his mother, looking firmly at his furious father: "Why don't you kill me first."
Although Chen Guoli had a bad temper, but in front of him was his own son, he couldn't kick his feet, he stopped him, raised his fingers to hold Chen Cheng, his fingers trembled angrily: "You are also a prodigal son!"
After speaking, he slammed the door angrily and left.
Jiang Yiru was so frightened that she lost her mind for a moment, her whole body went limp, she prostrated herself on the ground, and muttered in her mouth, "It's that lawyer surnamed Zhang... no... no, it's the one surnamed Xiao who harmed me, it must be..."
Chen Cheng helped Jiang Yiru up, and when he heard her muttering to himself, his heart sank, and suddenly he realized something, his heart became cold, and even his hands froze.
Jiang Yiru was half lifted up, but almost fell down again, thanks to the nanny who was so scared that she had been hiding in the room just now ran out to take over and mixed her back into the bedroom.
Jiang Yiru lay alone on her bed, her fears receded like a tide, and her sanity gradually returned.
Having caused such a big disaster, Chen Guoli must have divorced her.
This was the first time that Chen Guoli had fought her. He lost his mind for a hundred million. To be honest, she could somewhat understand.
What really frightened her was the revival of those dark memories, the past she had buried deeply, which would completely change her face from a lady who was beaten back to a disgraced prototype.