Flash Marriage Wife: The Cold-Blooded President Dotes Too Much

Next to the orphanage, there was a church just now.

An Xiaojing bid farewell to the dean and saw the church at a glance.

She is an atheist, but she has faith.

It's a very wonderful feeling.

An Xiaojing walked towards the church with her own steps. There were not many people here, so it was more mysterious and solemn.

An Xiaojing made a prayer gesture.

"Lord, I hope to find my brother as soon as possible. I really don't know what is going on with him now! My life is a mess!" An Xiaojing's attitude was very pious.

"Your brother!" It was the priest's voice, but the priest was in the prayer box and did not come out.

"Father? My brother is my closest person. When can I find him?" An Xiaojing asked.

But for a long time, the man didn't say anything. An Xiaojing's chest was full of breath. She didn't understand why the priest didn't speak anymore.

"Your brother will be back soon, don't worry." The voice came out slowly, and An Xiaojing finally felt relieved.

"Father, I am in great pain. Is there any way to alleviate this pain?" An Xiaojing asked suddenly.

"why?"

"I don't know. All my persistence was just waiting for my brother, but he never showed up, which made me lose hope."

"What about the people around you? Can they give you some encouragement?" the priest asked again.

"No, what should I do?" An Xiaojing sneered, thinking of Leng Yichen, she felt angry, could that person encourage herself?

"Then why don't you want to change your environment and leave your original environment." The priest's voice was word for word.

"I think so too. I just can't help myself." An Xiaojing frowned tightly: "Maybe the reason I suffer is because I'm pursuing the wrong things."

"Maybe you should look away, at other people, and not be limited by the person in front of you," the priest suggested.

"Maybe." An Xiaojing pouted.

Coming out of the prayer box, An Xiaojing walked on the way home.The priest's words kept lingering in his ears, he said, let her look elsewhere, there will be others.

The softest part of my heart seemed to be touched gently by someone.

An Xiaojing returned to the villa, Leng Yichen and An Xiya were not there, it was not too late.

"The priest told me not to let me be limited by the person in front of me, so could it be that person?" An Xiaojing said to herself.She started to wander around the villa, and accidentally walked to the studio.

It's just that there is no one here, nor the man who used to paint here.

An Xiaojing felt inexplicably lost in her heart. This feeling is like giving you a candy, but after opening the candy wrapper, you find it is empty.

"Are you there? You must be." She shouted into the somewhat empty studio.

However, the vase on the drawing board still has wet paint imprints.

Obviously there are people here.

An Xiaojing glanced at the ground again, the water chalk hadn't been rinsed off yet.

Her heartbeat suddenly became faster. I don't know if this is a long-lost emotion?

However, that person did not appear, and An Xiaojing's eyes were slowly filled with loneliness.

"Long time no see!" Suddenly, a voice came from behind.

An Xiaojing couldn't believe her ears. In the end, she turned around. The man's beautiful eyes were smiling slightly at An Xiaojing.

He has few words, but his smile can warm everyone's heart.

Even if he didn't tell An Xiaojing her identity, An Xiaojing was willing to trust the person in front of her [-]%.

"I..." The words slowly stuck in her throat, she missed him very much.

Could this be the priest's instruction to let her look at another person?

The man quietly approached An Xiaojing, his eyes were so gentle.

"How are you?" An Xiaojing said with a sincere smile.

"Look, this painting!" The man smiled, but instead of answering An Xiaojing's question, he looked at the painting he just drew.

"Well, your drawing is really good!" An Xiaojing looked at the scene in the painting and slowly admired it.

She liked the time with him, even if it was a dilapidated studio with nothing else, but this kind of quietness and calmness made her feel at ease.

It seems that when this person stands in front of her, she is full of all energy and courage.

"Sit down, I'll draw you a picture!" The man smiled slightly, and An Xiaojing nodded.

She sat down, not daring to move, watching him concentrate on writing, so serious.And she suddenly noticed that the man was wearing a curtain that dragged to the floor, covering his legs.It should be afraid that the paint will stick to the clothes.

An Xiaojing's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"It's finished!" Soon, the man showed An Xiaojing the painting to her.

"That's great!" The her on the paper has become the most beautiful scenery in his writing.

"By the way!" An Xiaojing seemed to think of something suddenly, "Here's one for you!" She took out the lucky bag given to her by the director of the orphanage.

Two lucky bags were round, and An Xiaojing took out one without hesitation.

"This is for you!" She smiled.

"This is?" The man was slightly confused.

"Lucky bag, bring good luck!" An Xiaojing replied sincerely.

"Beep beep beep!" Suddenly, a car whistle sounded, and An Xiaojing's eyes showed a little panic.She didn't even have time to say another word to this person, and she didn't even have time to say goodbye forcefully.

That was the sound of Leng Yichen's car.

This is the restricted area of ​​the villa, if Leng Yichen sees her here, it will definitely be another torture.

Fortunately, when An Xiaojing saw Leng Yichen, she was already sitting safely on the sofa in the living room.

That person also saw An Xiaojing at a glance, and the Leng Yichen that An Xiaojing saw had a wound on his leg, but it had already been bandaged.

She didn't want to know how he got hurt!

"Stop!" Seeing An Xiaojing going upstairs, Leng Yichen immediately stopped her.

"In front of Nangong Han and Yu Zhenhuan, it may not be that you run so fast." Leng Yichen sarcastically said behind him.

An Xiaojing turned around directly.

"I heard that you donated the 500 million that Yu Zhenhuan gave you?" Obviously An Xiaojing had done a good thing, but that person said it in a very contemptuous tone.

"Don't bother Leng Shao to care about it, it's my money, I can use it however I want." An Xiaojing met Leng Yichen's eyes, still provocative.

However, An Xiaojing forgot that there was still a painting in her hand, which was drawn by that person in the studio just now.

"What is this?" Leng Yichen stepped forward suddenly, and he snatched the painting from An Xiaojing's hand.