Chapter 11

"I've sent someone to move back your unfinished drawings. Go and see if there is anything missing?" Voice has always been cold, even if it is concerned, but also let people hear the cold.

Su Leyao did not respond, but approached him step by step.

Across the pear wood desk and his eyes, she abandoned all thoughts and preconceptions of him.

She is not a fool, others are hostile to her, or kindness, she is still clear. However, she couldn't see through Huangfu Yuyang, who was said to be a bloodthirsty devil.

She is no different from thousands of ordinary girls except her life experience.

She and he are people of two worlds at all. They can't meet each other.

Su Leyao's look was rude, but Huangfu Yuyang didn't mind. Look at her quietly and indulge her frankness.

"Huangfu Yuyang, why did you marry me? I have self-knowledge. Although I'm in good shape, I'm still good-looking. But there is no advantage compared with those famous young ladies. What do you like about me? " Meimu Weimi, she wanted to see through the legendary man, but in vain.

Thin lips close, eyes color gradually deep.

As time went by, when Su Leyao thought he would not answer, he opened his lips and said, "I said at the beginning that I need a wife."

"You can choose others. Why me?" He's playing Tai Chi with her again.

"Do you really want to marry Zhuo XINGRAN?" Don't answer rhetorical questions.

"Huangfu Yuyang, what do you know?" She was transparent in front of him, without any privacy. And she knew nothing about him, which frightened her deeply.

"When you marry Zhuo XINGRAN, it's just a fever." The color of Huangfu's eyes was deep and hard to understand.

Su Leyao couldn't control her pale face, which was the secret in her heart. Even Angel didn't say, how did he know?

Huangfu Yuyang is really a monster, a monster that can peep at people's hearts.

"Since you don't love Zhuo XINGRAN, who are you going to marry?" Light as light smoke said her life.

Taking a deep breath, Su Leyao stood straight: "yes, I don't love Zhuo so much that he won't marry me. But we've been dating for two years and we know each other very well. He will be good to me. "

"Yes? Do you know that he has been dating Tao Yutong for a year? You know him. Can you sell you for a development contract? Do you know that he only pursues you in order to get the shares of Lin Changfeng? " His voice is as plain as usual, but his words are like knives, penetrating Su Leyao's most painful vulnerability.

"And you? Why did you marry me? " She must ask why today.

"Because you have no intention of me, and I have no interest in you." Say specious words, Su Leyao don't want to be amorous, but she always feel things are not so simple.

Coming out of the study, Su Leyao seems to have got the answer he wants, but he still seems to be in the dark.

She finds that every time she confronts Huangfu Yuyang, she always leaves in a huff and fails. I don't even know where I lost!

After eating a lot of snacks at angel's house, she was not hungry at all.

Back in the room, I saw my baby painting, and all my depression was swept away. She is not a tangled person, but also a heart of ease.

In order to be prosperous, my father abandoned his wife and married a rich daughter. She was raised by her mother who worked hard and moved a lot when she was young, so she learned to play with herself.

Drawing became her biggest hobby. When she applied for college, she chose the Department of fine arts without hesitation.

One year after graduation, instead of becoming a painter, she became a third rate comic novel writer.

Well, she never had great ideals and ambitions. She just wants to support Qin Hao on her own. Can live to be a happy pig.

Maybe God was afraid that she would starve to death and didn't let her miss her talent, but she was not angry all the time.

Move out your treasures one by one, and take a close look to make sure there is no damage.

When she saw the painting, she remembered an important thing. She lost contact with her editor for several days. She couldn't help but shiver as Jennie cut at her with a sickle.

Busy feeling out of the mobile phone, landing QQ, where Jennie's head flickering.

Hundreds of Jennie's messages pop up in the dialog box, from the gentle and soft "Dear drop" at the beginning to the rude "get out of here for me".