I was spoiled after marrying a wealthy man

"Yeah, I'm so envious!"

Under the stage, blessings and admiration were heard one after another, but hearing the groom present, it felt extremely ironic in my heart.

Ji Fanqin gently caressed her aching heart. She knew that the groom in this dream was He Hongche. The bride who looked exactly like her in the dream was naturally the young mistress, He Hongche's wife.

Thinking about that dream, Ji Fanqin felt very uncomfortable.

I feel sorry for He Hongche being forced, and I feel sorry for the madness of that young lady.

Love is a matter of two people, it really can't be tied up by one person.

But what Ji Fanqin didn't understand was why she dreamed of He Hongche's wedding.

Hi~ Ji Fanqin brushed his face to calm down. He was with He Hongche every day and was treated as his wife by him every day. It wasn't strange to do this.

But... why is the dream so real?

"Bang!" Ji Fanqin's fugue was interrupted by the drawing book thrown in front of him by He Hongche.

"Ah!" Ji Fanqin exclaimed when he saw the picture book and hurriedly picked it up.

"It's over, it's over." On the first day of work, I couldn't deliver the work.

He Hongche glanced at the watch on his wrist and said, "It's 06:30 now. If you wait any longer, it will really be over."

...Is it only six o'clock now?Ji Fanqin hurriedly turned to look out the window.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the sky to get dark.

It's six o'clock now, so there are still three hours before work starts at 9 o'clock. Maybe I can make it in a hurry if I catch up.

Ji Fanqin was sitting on the bed painting, and He Hongche was sitting in the office on the sofa. The two of them were quite happy.

Not long after she started writing, Ji Fanqin discovered a very serious fact. Her hand was bumped yesterday and was not that flexible now.

In front of me, there is not one picture book, but three.

If you can usually finish three books in two hours, one book may take two hours.

Quick, quick, Ji Fanqin gritted his teeth and persisted, with thin beads of sweat falling from his forehead because of his urgency.

It was already 07:30. He Hongche, who had finished his work, looked up at Ji Fanqin and found that she had just started drawing the second book.

His brows furrowed, he stood up and walked over.

Ji Fanqin, who had been lowering his head to draw, did not notice that He Hongche was standing in front of him. His hand was so sore that she shook her hand and wanted to continue.

"Stupid!"

Just like that, Ji Fanqin watched helplessly as the drawing book in his hand was snatched away by He Hongche.

"He Hongche, you..." Ji Fanqin's voice suddenly stopped, and his eyes were as big as bull's eyes.

He Hongche, who snatched Ji Fanqin's painting book, started painting.

The fast moving hands, the sound of brush strokes, and the rapid strokes on the drawing book all represent that He Hongche is painting, and he is painting very quickly, and his painting skills are no worse than Ji Fanqin.

"You can also draw?"

He Hongche raised his eyes and glanced at Ji Fanqin lightly, "What's so strange? Your painting style is still based on mine!"

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When He Hongche said this, Ji Fanqin realized that He Hongche's brushstrokes were really similar to hers. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would have thought she painted it herself.

However, this is not the point. The point is why He Hongche said that she was imitating him.

She has been very talented in painting since she was a child, and she taught herself how to paint.

When she was little, there was no teacher, so she would sneak into her mother's room because there were many paintings hidden in her mother's room.

Her mother had hidden those paintings well, and she discovered them when she was playing hide-and-seek with her friends.