The Charming Cannon Fodder

Wang Ying was in a semi-crazy state, but she went abroad with another artist under her. When she came back, she found that Ying Rusheng gave her a moth: "Do you know what you are doing? You and Mr. Sheng It's brothers and sisters. Don't mention it if you don't mention it in the past. Why did you even mention it? You also admitted that you loved Mr. Sheng!"

She was shocked when she knew that her celebrity was actually a brother and sister with Sheng, but a few months was enough to calm her mood, but Ying Rusheng's behavior a few days ago really made her so angry.

At this moment, Ying Rusheng, who was scolded by Wang Ying, was slowly adjusting the color: "I have loved it. I have loved the forest and the sea. What's the matter?"

Wang Ying was choked with anger, but when she looked at Ying Rusheng as if it didn't matter, she remembered what happened to her in the past seven years, and she calmed her tone:

"Ru Sheng, I know you have been uncomfortable these years, and I never knew that you have suffered so much... I have not been able to comfort you. Sister is very sorry for you, but at least you are here now. In the future, your life will be A glorious, there will never be the darkness of the past—"

"Although I also think that my future life will be brilliant, but my sister does not need to praise me, because I will be proud, and I will float if I am proud, although I will definitely be great if I float, but it will cause other people's Jealous, it’s not good, so sister, don’t praise me."

Ying Rusheng fell on the rice paper with a deep ink color. She smiled with satisfaction and interrupted Wang Ying's guilty words, "Well, I'm about to start my brilliant life, sister, you remember to bring the door when you leave. "

Wang Ying:...

For the first time, I discovered that my artist is so narcissistic.

After a pause, she was about to speak again, and suddenly there was a sound of opening and closing of the door. Standing outside the door was Mr. Sheng, who had not seen her in months.

Unlike the elegant and gentle past, Sheng Hanze's suit is messy and even a little embarrassed. It is the first time for Wang Ying to see Sheng Hanze, who has never been happy, angry, and invisible, and her eyes are full of surprise: "Zong Sheng, you……"

Before Wang Ying could finish her sentence, Sheng Hanze didn't seem to see her at all. He searched for Ying Rusheng's figure and walked directly towards her.

Wang Ying seemed to have the feeling, and was about to remind Ying Rusheng, but Sheng Hanze moved too fast, and she hugged Ying Rusheng before she spoke: "Rusheng."

Sheng Hanze's voice was muffled, as if he had been burned by fire.

Suddenly being hugged by Sheng Hanze, Ying Rusheng's strength was almost uncontrollable, and her voice suddenly became colder: "Let go."

When she was painting, she didn't like anyone to interfere with her.

Ying Rusheng’s voice was very cold, Sheng Hanze unconsciously released for a moment, but immediately hugged her waist tightly: "I don't want to let go, don't let me let go, okay?"

His voice was low, and it seemed to imply pleading.

Wang Ying, who originally thought that Sheng Hanze was so embarrassed, was strange enough to hear Sheng Hanze's words at this moment, saying that it is not shocking to be false, but Sheng Zong and Ru Sheng are brothers and sisters, not to mention Ru Sheng to Mr. Sheng in the past few months...

Before Wang Ying finished thinking about it, she suddenly sounded like Sheng: "Sister, can you do me a favor? Drag him out, and I have to paint."

Drag Mr. Sheng... out?

Wang Ying was shocked.

"Get out!" However, the next moment, Sheng Hanze's gaze suddenly turned to Wang Ying, and for an instant, there was no gentle pleading when he was locked on Ying Rusheng.

The change was only an instant, and Wang Ying was almost suffocated by the brutal coercion, but in the end she cared about Ying Rusheng. Despite her fear, she still wanted to open Sheng Hanze, but was finally pulled out by the bodyguard.

Forced to go out, she looked at the locked door, hesitated for a moment, and dialed Wen Xinglan's phone.

In the room, after irrelevant people left, Sheng Hanze tightened the people in his arms. Although she ignored him, at least she didn't push him away as before. He was suddenly satisfied with such peace.

I don't know how much time has passed, he has to bury his head on her shoulder even more, sniffing the familiar breath of her body, itchy ears, her hands are still moving, and a plum blossom on the rice paper has gradually formed.

Compared to her works seven years ago, her painting skills now seem to have reached a state of superb quality, and every stroke is a finishing touch.

It has been eight years since he last saw her pick up the paintbrush and spread the rice paper.

Inexplicably, he remembered the comment on the first floor of the Weibo that the assistant showed him.

——"Need to endure the severe pain of exertion, and at the same time, it may leave sequelae. After all, it is forced to paint, and the details will be constrained."

He looked at her subconsciously, her arms didn't tremble at all, even her brows were concentrating, and there was no bit of pain on her face, not the slightest difference from her who was crazy about Chinese painting seven years ago.

But his heart ached so much that he suddenly held her pen's hand: "A Sheng, stop painting, be good, let's not paint, okay? We will paint after the hand is cured."

The hand was suddenly held and couldn’t continue. Ying Rusheng frowned slightly, but she had to bear it. She hasn’t finished painting this picture: "If there is something to do with Mr. Sheng, wait until I finish painting. Now you can hold whatever you like, don't interfere with my painting."

After speaking, she wanted to remove his hand, but he suddenly held it back. As if he hadn't heard her clearly, he said again: "If you don't paint, okay? If you don't paint if it hurts, what should you do if your hand hurts more?"

Ying Rusheng broke off his hand firmly: "I don't feel any pain. If Mr. Sheng has something to do, wait for half an hour before he can talk about it?"

She knows what Sheng Hanze is thinking, but she really doesn’t hurt. Painting this plum blossom doesn’t require effort at all, so it’s not painful. It’s just not that flexible, and the control is not so easy to control. some.

Her expression is very indifferent, it seems that it really doesn't hurt.

Sheng Hanze was taken aback, hesitating between letting go and stubbornness, but suddenly saw the **** books piled up in the corner that had dried up, but were still red.

His whole body shook, and his heart aches. His pale face suddenly lost all his blood, and even the Nanshan Villa had a **** book. It seemed to him that she begged him desperately to believe him and said that she loved him.

But he didn't believe it that day, and said that she deserved it and that her love was cheap.

I don't know how long it has passed, he held her wrist again and closed his eyes in pain: "A Sheng, brother is wrong."

From beginning to end, he was wrong, and he dared not ask her forgiveness.

Ying Rusheng ignored Sheng Hanze, but pulled his hand away again, and her plum blossom was almost complete.

She always likes to paint in one go.

"My brother didn't take care of you 18 years ago. It made you suffer for eleven years. He even had to work on his own to buy the materials needed for painting. Seven years ago, I obviously had the opportunity to take you home, but still I'm wrong... A Sheng, I'm sorry, brother."

I'm sorry for being late for a full eighteen years, but the hardship she has suffered in the past eighteen years is not something he can smooth out. Even if she mistakenly recognized it seven years ago, she could have lived well on her own. It was completely ruined because of his disregard and arrogance, and he couldn't even live a normal life.

Piles of past events floated past, and the painful needles pierced the bottom of my heart.

It hurts too much.

His arms around her waist tightened, and his right hand again unconsciously wanted to stop her from continuing to write.

There was a faint moisturization between the neck, and it should be like Sheng's hand.

Sheng Hanze cried?

But it didn't matter to her, she continued the movement of her hand and dropped the last stroke of a plum blossom. She temporarily closed her hand, and it was no way to go on like this. She turned around:

"I gave you a hug, and Sister Ying was invited out by you. What else are you dissatisfied with? How can you make such a noise when I paint? My hands really don’t hurt. The plum blossom is not enough to make my hands hurt."

"President Sheng, I sent you a mental retardation card, but it doesn't mean you are mentally retarded. You learn to think like a person. Let me finish drawing it. Can we talk about it again?"

"Your hand can't be painted until it's cured. I'm afraid that there will be sequelae."

Sheng Hanze ignored the ridicule in Ying Ru’s words, only shook his head, holding her hand with a pale face, gently smoothing the messy hair on the side of her face, “It’s my brother that I’m sorry, you don’t want to talk to me, hate me all Yes, you can get back in revenge any way you want, but I want to tell you one thing. I hid it for eight years. Forgive my cowardice, and now I dare to tell you."

He didn't even dare to say that he loved her, what is he if he is not cowardly and weak?

His expression was solemn, and his tone became more formal: "I love you. I already loved you eight years ago. What I was wrong was that I now understand that I love you so much that I can't lose you."

"If you want, let's find a place where no one knows us. If we get married together, no one will know that we are brothers and sisters, and no one will dare to scold you."

Ru Sheng once said that he loved him, when he thought she was lying to him again.

But if Sheng Ruyuan had always been a calculation, did Rusheng really love him?

If Rusheng loves him, even if he betrays everything, he will admit it. Besides, they are not brothers and sisters at first, and they are not really indiscriminate. He is just afraid that Rusheng will not be able to accept online attacks.

Author: Ahem cough, pen speed a bit slow, not with Ze Sheng wrote how not to abuse.

But I guess Sheng Hanze will be scolded.

Cough cough cough, sit firmly, the next chapter is over, and the next chapter is about to pull the timeline.

More exciting after a few years

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I'm afraid of something wrong, I'd better edit the text, and set it to be that Sheng Hanze and everyone already know that they are not biological.

I confessed it, and got a horse, extremely kind!

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