After the rebirth, my paintings became popular all over the world

"Are you blaming me again in your heart?" Mother Jing said, "blame me for beating you."

"That's how you are, you won't say anything in your heart."

Jing Yu said: "I won't say it, I just think it's unnecessary. I think it's necessary, didn't I say it?"

But you never listen.

Mother Jing's expression suddenly turned ugly, and she said sharply, "You mean the confession you made to that little boyfriend just now?"

"Because of him, you didn't even go to the company recently. Yanjun beat him, are you thinking about avenging him, and want to trouble Yanjun?"

Jing Yu didn't speak.

Jing's mother said: "I tell you, you are not allowed to go!"

"I have been good friends with Yan Jun and his mother for so many years. You are an outsider and go to trouble Yan Jun. How can I explain to her in the future? How can I face her?"

Jing Yu finally couldn't bear it any longer: "Miao Yanjun injured Nuonuo, I'm just helping Nuonuo to seek justice, what's wrong with that?"

"Shouldn't he take the initiative to apologize and compensate?"

"It's normal for young people to have bumps and bumps. What kind of apology and compensation is so ugly, I can't get rid of this old face." Mother Jing said.

Jing Yu laughed angrily, and pointed at himself: "Then what if it was me? I was the one who was injured. Miao Yanjun broke my hand. Do you think it's normal?"

"He dares!"

Jing Yu's words also brought a bit of anger: "But Nuonuo is also his mother's precious son, so if he gets beaten, will it be for nothing?"

"Then you go and seek justice for him! You go, and don't come back after you go!" Jing's mother screamed, "If you insist on being with him, you don't have to be my mother!"

Jing Yu's temples bulged and bulged, and his brain was buzzing with his mother's sharp voice.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, took out a tissue and lowered his head to wipe the blood on his face.

"mom……"

"You don't need to talk about it!" Mother Jing said, "You either listen to me and break up with him, or don't recognize me as a mother."

Jing Yu took another deep breath and forced himself to calm down, not to continue arguing.

He stood up and said in a deep voice, "I'll come to see you another day. You should rest at home."

After Jing Yu finished speaking, she was about to leave, but Jing's mother shouted, "Stop!"

Jing Yu stopped.

Mother Jing said loudly: "In your eyes, he is more important than your mother?"

Jing Yu was a little tired.

He turned around and said tiredly, "No, I just thought we might need to calm down."

"I still have work. If you have anything to do, please call."

After Jing Yu finished speaking, he strode away, no matter how Jing's mother shouted from behind, he didn't stop.

He heard Mother Jing start to smash things hysterically again.

Jing Yu pressed his temple.

Get out and get in the car and leave.

I can't wait any longer.

Mother Jing smashed everything that could be smashed.

The nanny came late, holding a cotton swab and iodine in her hand, looking at the wife in the living room, a little puzzled:

"Madam, master, he..."

"What's the use of you taking it now? Everyone else is gone, so you go too! Go away!"

The nanny held the cotton swab tightly, and couldn't help persuading in a low voice: "Madam, the young master is already so old, if you have anything to say, tell him well, he is not an ignorant child anymore. Don't keep arguing .”

"You always quarrel with him, of course he doesn't want to come back to see you."

Mother Jing turned her head to look at her, her eyes were red and her lips were trembling: "Is it my fault? I did it for his own good. Look at him...how did he do it?"

The nanny stopped talking.

Jing Yuben planned to go directly to school to pick up Lin Luo.

But when he saw the wound on his forehead through the rearview mirror, he went to a nearby hospital when he was about to arrive. He briefly treated the wound on his forehead, wrapped it in gauze, and then drove to the gate of the oil painting department, waiting for Lin Luo to leave school.

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, young students poured out from the door of the teaching building.

Recently, Jing Yu personally picked Lin Luo to and from school.

Knowing that Jing Yu was waiting for him, Lin Luo was very active every time get out of class was over, and he must be the first to rush out of the classroom to meet Jing Yu.

Seeing him running so fast, Jing Yu was afraid that he would fall, and if his hand fell, it would be broken.

Seeing Lin Luo running here quickly, Jing Yu opened the car door for him, blamed him, but smiled:

"Let you slow down, don't be so anxious, I'm here and I won't run away."

Lin Luo smiled and said, "It's my hand and not my leg that hurts, so it won't affect my running."

After sitting in the co-pilot, Lin Luo closed the car door with his left hand, then stretched his left hand to the right, trying to reach for the seat belt.

Jing Yu leaned over directly, pulled up the seat belt, and buckled it up for him.

When leaning over, Lin Luo saw the gauze on Jing Yu's forehead, was stunned for a moment, raised his hand to touch Jing Yu's face, and asked:

"How did you get hurt?"

"It's nothing," Jing Yu lied without changing his face, "I accidentally knocked on it."

Lin Luo frowned, apparently not believing it: "How did you get knocked like this for no reason?"

If you just knocked a bag and didn't need to wrap gauze at all, then it must be bleeding, and the wound is not small.

Jing Yu was looking for an excuse, Lin Luo pinched his ear and said, "Don't lie to me."

Jing Yu: "..."

Jing Yu said a little depressed: "If you don't lie, you don't lie, and there is no need to pinch my ears."

How old is he, and his ears were pulled.

"What's the matter, can't you pull it?" Lin Luo asked.

"...Yes." Jing Yu said, "My mother beat me."

Lin Luo frowned: "Why did she hit you?!"

Jing Yu sighed and rubbed Lin Luo's hair, not knowing how to explain it.

This wasn't the first time Mother Jing hit him, and it probably wouldn't be the last.

She likes to smash things when she's emotional, and this time it's just a fruit plate.

Lin Luo suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "It's not because of me, is it?"

"No." Jing Yu immediately denied.

He was as quick in denying as in admitting.

"Is it really because of me?" Lin Luo's eyes were filled with distress, and he asked tentatively, "Because she knew you were with me and she didn't like me, did she hit you?"

"She's always been like this, it's not your problem." Jing Yu said, "She's still like this if I were someone else, you don't have to blame yourself."

"She has always regarded Miao Sujun as her daughter-in-law, and she is not satisfied with anyone else except her."

"Miao Sujun?" Hearing the name suddenly again, Lin Luo still raised his radar reflexively.

It turned out that Miao Sujun was the daughter-in-law appointed by Jing's mother, no wonder she was so arrogant and so close to Jing Yu.

If he hadn't appeared by himself, perhaps Jing Yu would really have married that woman.

"Your mother's eyes..." Lin Luo wanted to sneer, but thought it was Jing Yu's mother, the sarcasm stuck in his throat, and he didn't say it, he just muttered, "It's not too bad."

"How can Miao Sujun's character be worthy of you?"

Being praised by his lover in a disguised form, Jing Yu couldn't help but smile, and cooperated:

"That is, only people like Nuonuo who have both virtue and talent are suitable for me."

Lin Luo was amused: "You stop putting gold on your face."

With a few words, Jing Yu exposed this heavy topic and diverted Lin Luo's attention.

Without much chatting, Jing Yu stepped on the gas pedal and drove home.

On the way home, he told Lin Luo: "My mother may come to you alone in the future, if she looks for you, or if she sends someone to look for you, please remember to tell me as soon as possible."

"Looking for me?" Lin Luo couldn't help laughing when he thought of the plots in those bloody TV dramas, "Will you throw 500 million in my face and let me leave you?"

"Maybe." Jing Yu said half-jokingly.

Lin Luo said: "Then I definitely can't agree."

"I'm a billionaire, and I want to get rid of 500 million, don't be kidding."

Jing Yu looked at him through the rearview mirror with a smile, and asked, "Then if she gives you [-] million or more, will you agree?"

"I don't agree either." Lin Luo shook his head resolutely, "You can give me more than [-] million?"

"I really took that [-] million, didn't I lose a lot?"

"We'll get married in the future," Lin Luo smiled and leaned over to kiss the man's cheek, "What's yours is mine."

"What's mine is yours too."

Jing Yu smiled and said, "You're quite smart, you little genius, I don't see that you are good at painting and have a good mind in business."

"Thank you, thank you." Lin Luo smiled.

The two talked and laughed all the way home.

Recently, the meals at home are all cooked by invited chefs.

Lin Luo couldn't cook, Jing Yu's cooking skills couldn't support the nutrition that Lin Luo needed during his recovery, and Lin Luo didn't have a good appetite, so he needed a chef to cook nutritious and delicious meals.

It's just that Lin Luo suffered from the hand injury.

He can't eat spicy food.

Lin Luo likes spicy food, but the doctor said that spicy food should be avoided during the recovery period. Jing Yu told the chef not to use spicy food every day.

Moreover, with a plaster cast on his right hand, he can only eat with his left hand.

I can't hold the chopsticks steadily, so I can only use spoons, forks and the like.

As for washing face, hair, bathing, changing clothes, etc., basically all the chores of life are covered by Jing Yu.

Lin Luo felt embarrassed at first, it was too much trouble for him, but later he found that Jing Yu not only didn't find it troublesome, but seemed to be enjoying it, so he didn't think much about it.

But painting is something that others cannot do for them.

Sometimes Lin Luo's desire to create came up, and he really wanted to draw, but he could only use his left hand, so he began to try to draw with his left hand.

The left hand is not as sensitive as the right hand, and the pen doesn't work well, so the drawing is always different from Lin Luo's imagination.

But he found that such messy things didn't seem to be very interesting, so he simply didn't force his left hand to do what his right hand did, but drew as he pleased, enjoying himself.

Lin Luo's life is uneventful.

But some people's lives have undergone earth-shaking changes.

A major event happened to Miaoshi Group recently.

The group voted on the board of directors to dismiss Miao Dong as chairman and elect a new chairman.

Before this incident happened, the Miao family knew nothing about it.

To make matters worse, he not only lost his post as chairman, but was also accused of using power for personal gain during his tenure, taking advantage of his position, using the company for his own benefit, and causing huge losses to the company.

The company demanded compensation from the Miao family for damages, or they would sue him.

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The author has something to say:

I came to my aunt today, my aunt was in pain... Then I couldn’t write QAQ in the second update, the flag fell so quickly