Break the ring for her!Paranoid Mr. Huo after marriage, he pinches his waist and pets him

Chen Nai has been paying attention to Tang Suiwan for a long time.

The little girl didn't know what she was thinking, and it was rare that she lost her mind frequently during the painting process.

He adjusted two of the same colors absent-mindedly, stared at the palette for a long time, and then slowly added white paint.

Occasionally, when the movement stopped, she would blush inexplicably and wrinkle the tip of her nose self-servingly.

That is to say, Tang Suiwan has a high talent, even if his mind is distracted throughout the process, writing is still smooth and natural, as if painting has become a mechanical movement without thinking.

But Chennai couldn't take it anymore.

Taking advantage of the gap between the little girl's hand stop, she nudged people with her elbow.

When Tang Sui Wan looked over, he winked at the little girl, lowered his voice and asked secretly, "Are you thinking about your husband?"

Tang Suiwan's fingertips trembled, her eyelashes drooped slightly, and she felt a little embarrassed, "You, how do you know?"

Chen Nai flexed his fingers, pointed to his eyes with two fingers, and then turned to face Tang Suiwan.

She snorted, "Just kidding, my eyes are x-rays!"

Chen Nai looked at Professor Xu who was standing next to a classmate in the corner and pointed out, and moved his bench to Tang Suiwan's side.

With the cover of the drawing board stand, Chen Nai smiled wickedly.

"What's the matter, what happened to your husband? Was it a kiss, or..."

Tang Suiwan was stunned for a moment before realizing the meaning of Chen Nai's unfinished words.

She suddenly blushed at the tips of her ears, and gave Chennai a gentle push.

No effort, more like coquettish.

"No……"

Chen Nai didn't believe it, but worried about Tang Suiwan's thin skin, he could only give up regretfully, and did not pursue the victory again.

Just repeatedly exhorted.

"Wan Wan, you're still young, so remember to wear a condom, it's to protect yourself!"

"No matter how your husband coaxes you, if he doesn't want to wear it anyway, he can do whatever he wants, and you absolutely can't agree to it!"

Although Tang Suiwan was embarrassed by Chen Nai's earnest advice, she still nodded her head seriously.

"I know... Really not, don't worry."

In order to tell Chennai not to say anything too extreme, Tang Suiwan held back her shyness and said in a low voice.

After getting the answer she wanted, Chennai was still a little worried.

With such a sweet and soft big beautiful wife in front of her eyes, she couldn't hold back her mouth.

Wanwan is her husband, can't he? ? ?

Mom fan leader Chen Nai frowned and thought for a moment, then unlocked the phone, "I'll send you some comics, you can read them carefully, don't be stupid and don't know anything."

Tang Suiwan thought it was some kind of popular science manga, so moved to rub against Chennai, and played the ending softly, "Thank you Nana! Nana is so kind to me~"

Chen Nai was so distorted that he manipulated the phone with difficulty to send carefully selected comics to Tang Suiwan.

Then he hugged the little girl with one arm, full of love, "That must be done!"

Tang Suiwan was very efficient after painting seriously. The brush brushed lightly on the oil painting paper, and the half-finished painting was further refined.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, she was the only one who stepped out of the studio.

Today, the multimedia classroom upstairs of the studio seems to be recording some public MOOC, and the stairs are already crowded with people after a brushstroke.

Tang Suiwan took a step back, and looked back at the elevator on the other side of the corridor, which was also crowded with people.

She stood aside and waited, taking the time to glance at her phone.

The little girl has a graceful figure, delicate and bright appearance, peach blossom eyes and moles at the tail of her eyes, she has a very charming appearance.

However, his expression was alienated and cold, his lips were slightly pursed, and it seemed that he was not easy to get close to.

She gained countless sights, and no one really dared to strike up a conversation.

There was only one person, with slightly moving footsteps, tentatively approaching.

"Sister Tang?"

Tang Suiwan was sending a message to Huo Shichuan, saying that he wanted to eat sour plum ribs tonight.

Caught off guard by the Qingrun male voice calling his name, he raised his head in a daze.

Standing in front of him was a neatly dressed boy holding a book with a bookish look.

When you smile, your brows and eyes are stretched, which is the type that makes people feel good.

Tang Sui Wan didn't remember this face, and asked hesitantly, "Hi, may I ask who you are?"

"I'm Liang Dong from the Sculpture Department. I met you with Wen Changyi before, maybe you don't remember." Liang Dong smiled, "See you standing here alone, waiting to go downstairs?"

Tang Suiwan only nodded with a smile, and politely replied, "Yes."

Liang Dong saw her alienation and indifference, and didn't care. He raised his mobile phone and said, "Can I leave a contact information? I have a friend who likes to buy oil paintings, so maybe I can make a connection."

Liang Dong behaved politely and knew how to advance and retreat. Tang Suiwan hesitated a little, thinking about Chennai who was mourning in the dormitory how his oil paintings could not be sold.

Still exchanged wechat numbers with Liang Dong.

Liang Dong glanced lightly at the light luxury coat on the little girl, and then took it back calmly, "Then I'll go first, sister Tang Xue, see you next time."

Tang Suiwan didn't take this matter to heart.

She waited until the crowd on the stairs gradually decreased, and then she walked down slowly.

It's just that there seems to be a high probability of meeting an acquaintance today.

"Tang Sui Wan!" Someone trotted up from behind.

The voice was extremely familiar.

Tang Suiwan stood still and turned her eyes to look.

It's Ye Meng.

She was visibly haggard and depressed. Her face, which was originally well-maintained, had turned yellow due to staying up all night. Maybe it was because of the pressure, and she had no money to continue her beauty treatment. Her once smooth skin had many red, swollen pimples.

Miss Jiao, who used to be condescending and disdainful towards Tang Suiwan, is now haggard, looking at her with complicated expressions.

Calling Tang Suiwan, Ye Meng felt a lump in her throat when she saw the beautiful little girl with white skin and snow, and didn't know what to say.

Tang Suiwan was obviously well-raised, her eyes were clear and clear, and her once pale lips were also delicate and pink.

Wearing exquisite clothes, with a straight back and a calm expression when looking at people.

"You...you should be living well now." Ye Meng murmured, feeling that she had said something nonsense again.

Tang Suiwan didn't intend to greet her, and asked directly, "What's the matter?"

Her attitude is so alienated and indifferent, Ye Meng growled in a broken voice when he thought about his current desperation.

"Do you know what happened to my dad by Huo Shichuan? He was kept in the basement, tortured repeatedly, and fed poison... When Huo Shichuan was in a better mood, he was sent to prison!"

"Even if my dad has many faults, he has raised you for ten years anyway. Don't you have a conscience?"

"Yes, he may have used a little money from the Tang family. Isn't that also to support you? How can you be so cold-blooded and so fussy?"