The world's most sassy sweet wife

Yu Ziqing picked her ears and said flatly, "Yes."

Even if He Xuanchen mistakenly thought that she was really sick and carried her to the infirmary, so what?

Can this offset the mistakes he made?

She took a few steps and found that He Xuanchen hadn't followed.

Looking back, he found that He Xuanchen was wiping the painting with a paper towel.

However, there was no trace of being wiped on He Xuanchen's face.

Unexpectedly, he liked the painting so much. He has been carrying it since he left the studio.

Seeing that this man cherishes her works, she walked back.

Fang Jue had already framed the painting, using cellophane on the surface, and the blood did not pollute the painting itself.

Yu Ziqing saw him wipe it carefully, and asked with a smile, "Didn't you say that the painting doesn't look like you? Then you still care about it so much?"

He Xuanchen glanced at her coldly, but said nothing.

Knowing that he was really angry, Yu Ziqing smiled and said, "You don't want to listen to me, do you? Okay, I'll go."

Just as she was about to turn around, He Xuanchen grabbed her arm, "Help me up."

Yu Ziqing obviously didn't believe it, "Pretend to be injured? Can you do something new?"

He Xuanchen said coldly, "You think I'm you?"

He glared at her viciously, took the painting and left.

Yu Ziqing laughed, staring at his limping back, "Mr. He also wants to be an actor, he pretends to be quite like it."

He Xuanchen took the painting and walked slowly.

There were still a few bloodstains on his face, but the painting in his hand was clean.

Yu Ziqing was puzzled, did he really like it so much?

When he was in the studio, he still said he was dissatisfied, that he didn't look like him, but he kept protecting him all the way.

Normally, the domineering and indifferent man is a bit funny at this moment.

Unexpectedly, Yu Ziqing was smiling smugly when she saw He Xuanchen walking back angrily.

Yu Ziqing's eyes immediately revealed a trace of wariness, he finally decided to attack?

He Xuanchen walked up to her with a dark face, trying to grab her arm, but was quickly dodged.

Yu Ziqing smiled, but her eyes were cold.

How could she let him touch her so easily?

He Xuanchen said impatiently, "What are you hiding? What secret do you have?"

The smile on the corner of Yu Ziqing's mouth disappeared, "A dark secret? Are you talking about yourself?"

He Xuanchen snorted mockingly, "Want to know my secret? I can tell you, but do you believe it?"

Yu Ziqing shook her head, "I don't believe it."

He Xuanchen grabbed her arm suddenly, "Go! Follow me to the hospital!"

Yu Ziqing dodged again and looked at him suspiciously, "Why are you going to the hospital?"

He Xuanchen gritted his teeth and said, "I want to find out whether you are sick or not!"

Yu Ziqing was stunned for a moment, not knowing what He Xuanchen meant.

What does this have to do with him?
Is he going to change his plan because of her physical condition?

"No need, you don't need to worry about my body." Yu Ziqing didn't believe that this man would care about her.

Maybe they found traces of her binding system.

But He Xuanchen insisted on catching her, "Whatever I want to know, I must know!"

He rushed towards Yu Ziqing suddenly, but Yu Ziqing moved faster and slipped away from his hand like a loach.

Yu Ziqing asked indifferently, "Are you sure you want to fight me to the death here?"

This is the school, where her teacher and elder brother work, and she doesn't want to tarnish this place.

He Xuanchen stared at her with cold eyes for a while, then frowned, and said in a low voice, "Let's go."

Yu Ziqing glared at him and walked away.

If you don't go now, when will you wait?
Facing a lunatic, the only wise choice is to stay away.

She returned to the car, looked at the game device in the back seat of the car, started the car and left.

He Xuanchen sat on the bench and called Li Ke and asked him to come and pick it up.

However, it was Nan Rong who drove over.

Seeing the blood on He Xuanchen's face, Nan Rong panicked, "Mr. He, what's wrong with you? Where are you bleeding? Where is the pain? I'll take you to the hospital immediately!"

He Xuanchen stood up and said indifferently, "It's okay."

Nan Rong found that his walking speed was not the same as usual, much slower than usual, and asked, "Mr. He, is your foot injured? May I help you?"

Seeing that her hand was about to touch his arm, He Xuanchen snapped, "Don't touch me!"

It turns out that he still hates being approached by others so much!

Even if he hadn't touched it, he had already started to get irritable.

Why is there no such resistance only to that woman?

Nan Rong was stunned for a moment, honestly kept a distance of two meters, and was on the verge of crying, "Mr. He, are you in pain..."

He Xuanchen took a deep breath, this pain was nothing to him at all.

He just felt that his heart was congested, and his mind was always running wildly. He wanted to use the pain to divert his attention.

When they arrived at the villa, they asked Nan Rong to drive away.

Regardless of the housekeeper's surprised gaze, he took the painting into Yu Ziqing's room.

He sat on the chair in front of the dressing table, looked down at the painting in his hand, and looked at it for several hours.

Ever since he saw the painting with his own eyes, he had many questions in his mind.

What is he like in Yu Ziqing's heart?
Since she loathes him, why can she paint him so well?
Shouldn't he be painted ugly?
Does she want him to smile more?

Is she sick?
His mind was full of questions related to Yu Ziqing, so he quickly stopped thinking about it.

After an unknown amount of time, the housekeeper knocked on the door, "Master, Master Qiao is here."

Qiao Beiran didn't care, and rushed into the room in a hurry, "Boss, what's wrong with you? What happened to you in the Academy of Fine Arts? Why did you run wildly holding Yu Ziqing with blood on your face? And what did you do this morning? You clearly know Xiao Lu is not dark gray, why did she announce that she is?"

He asked a series of questions, and didn't stop asking until his eyes were fixed on the painting in He Xuanchen's hand.

"Huh? Isn't this... Isn't this the painting? She gave it to you?"

Qiao Beiran looked envious, "I really want it too!"

He Xuanchen carefully placed the painting on Yu Ziqing's dressing table, and asked coldly, "Who allowed you to enter this room? Get out."

Qiao Beiran let out a cry, and retreated to the door, "I was in a hurry and forgot what you said. But boss, what happened to you?"

He Xuanchen looked calm, "It's nothing."

Qiao Beiran didn't believe it, "You look like a man and a woman in a broken relationship. Tell me it's okay? Boss, do you think she will come back? Why do you still keep this room?"

"What is she thinking about day and night? She wants to divorce you and get rid of you."