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

In the drizzle of rain, the outline of the studio came into view.

It is still a familiar decoration, a familiar hooking pen, and the occasional pungent but fragrant paint smell.

Everything is like the original organism, so pure and natural, it seems that her exhaustion has been unloaded here.

An Xiaojing looked around again, and slowly, her mood quietly sank.

That person is not there.

There is also a gouache painting that is being traced on the drawing board, as if he has gone to rest.

An Xiaojing didn't understand why she left halfway through the painting?

Looking at it in the past, he always draws quietly here, but now?Where did he go?

I simply ignored it, and walked to the drawing board by myself.

She spread out a new piece of rice paper, and put the previous gouache painting aside by herself.

As a result, on the blank paper, some bloody and cruel scenes suddenly appeared.

Nothing else, it was the dream I had that night.

I still remember that in the dream, when she was holding the child, the originally pink clouds in the sky slowly turned into a deep fiery red.

After the rain, even the air smelled of blood, and the sky was re-rendered because of red.

The world has become scary.

However, on the screen, the woman is holding her child tightly. She is wearing white clothes, and the child's swaddle is also pale pink.

Therefore, it formed a sharp contrast with the whole dark red picture.

When the painting was completed, the scene that was originally thought to be gloomy and terrifying turned into a bleak scene.

She looked at the woman in white, and her infant baby, with regret.

If possible, she would rather stop at that moment forever.

At least for that moment, she had the child.

"Are you crying?"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind, as tranquil as a spot of unblemished dust.

he asked so gently.

In the eyes, it seems to be filled with bright stars.

Slowly approaching An Xiaojing, he painted on her face, and the sky was filled with blood red, covering a mother and child.

What exactly does this mean?

"Children? Is it about children?" he asked.

This voice seemed to be able to soothe her long-wounded heart.

Finally turning around, she saw the man she had been expecting for a long time, his clothes were soaked by the rain.

"Are you in the rain?"

An Xiaojing was slightly surprised, but she looked around again, except for the umbrella she brought, he didn't have any.

"If he's gone, I just hope you can continue to live. It's fine if you're here." The man didn't rush to answer her question, looking at An Xiaojing's red eyes, his heart seemed to be throbbing .

He cares about her a lot.

"He might want to sleep, so he went to a place where he can always fall asleep without waking up." An Xiaojing's eyes slowly became hollow.

Until now, she was unwilling to believe that the child was no longer there.

It's just that I prefer to believe that the child is just asleep and can't wake up again.

The man looked at An Xiaojing, and patted her on the back lightly. An Xiaojing couldn't control her emotions anymore, and poured her whole body into his arms.

Next, is wanton crying.

No one would give her such a sense of security, not even to be brave.

Vulnerability can only be revealed in this person's eyes.

The crying of the woman in the studio and the pattering raindrops outside the window mixed together, and the world became quiet and desolate.

The man hugged An Xiaojing tightly, but he didn't know how to comfort her.

"It's good that you're still here." He patted her on the back over and over again, as if to brush away all the grievances for her.

An Xiaojing was sobbing so hard that she almost couldn't stop.

Time slides slowly.

After all her grievances were vented, An Xiaojing regained some sense.

But at this moment, there was a trace of shock and fear in her eyes.

She didn't seem to say anything just now, and this person came to comfort herself. How did he know that the child was gone?

The surprise in her eyes became more and more obvious, and her curiosity became stronger and stronger.

"How did you see it?"

"what?"

"Child? How do you know it's related to the child?" An Xiaojing's eyes showed a trace of deep inquiry, she didn't understand.

"Here, in your picture, the white clothes of the mother and child are almost completely stained with blood. If there is more red paint, the mother and child may be completely covered by all the red."

"Really?" Looking into his eyes, An Xiaojing suddenly had a very strange idea in her heart, and even she felt scared.

Is this person the same person as Leng Yichen?

"Who are you?" An Xiaojing asked defenselessly, looking into those clear and transparent eyes.

The man was obviously a little stunned by this question. He never imagined that An Xiaojing could suddenly get out of the pain, but it was such an enduring topic to himself.

"I am who I am!" the man said lightly.

His identity is something that doesn't need to be entangled too much.

"Who the hell are you?" An Xiaojing's tone was a little anxious, and her voice lifted slightly.

She just wanted to prove her conjecture.

This person looks exactly like Leng Yichen, in appearance, voice, and occasionally even what happened to her can be guessed.

Could this person be that person?

"Who am I, is it really that important?" The man asked, with a lot of affection in his eyes, facing An Xiaojing, slowly melting her hard thorns just now.

An Xiaojing's eyes gradually dimmed, and she knew that this person would definitely not speak.

Otherwise, so many times, I would have been able to ask this result long ago.

"Do you trust me?" the man continued to ask.

An Xiaojing met those sincere eyes, and suddenly became less firm. The person she always thought was right, at this moment, became uncertain.

She suddenly thought of Leng Yichen, that person said that he went to the hospital to see his brother, according to the normal rhythm, he should be in the hospital.

"I" hadn't finished speaking, suddenly, a car horn sounded.

As usual, that voice can resound throughout the villa from the moment the car enters the gate of Leng's house.

But the only difference was that something changed in An Xiaojing's heart.

She suddenly didn't want to leave, and she had an extra gamble in her heart, if the man in front of her was Leng Yichen, then the man who came back from outside would not be him.

She felt a little hairy in her heart, but she still wanted to gamble.

An Xiaojing stared at the man in front of her eyes intently. She didn't have any time, and she wanted to be sure who the man in front of her was even more than now!

And the man also looked into An Xiaojing's eyes without any intention of dodging.

He looked so frankly, facing An Xiaojing, as if it was a mystery that couldn't be solved no matter how hard he tried.

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