A Different Husband Every Day

The height is not high, only four or five meters, which is easy for Li Weiyin. However, although she tried it before jumping, she still stepped on a piece of wood. The wood was round. When she fell down, she slid and jumped forward.

She subconsciously protected the words in her hand, ignoring the piercing pain under her feet, twisted it strongly, and smashed her side to the ground.

It was smashed at once, making her head dizzy for a moment, especially the smoke and dust that she was looking at was engulfed in her nose, making her extremely uncomfortable, and the sharp pain in her ankle made her bark her teeth.

"Mrs. Xu, Mrs. Xu!" Someone ran in and called her, but they couldn't see it because the smoke was too strong.

"I cough cough cough..."

"Li Weiyin--" Li Weiyin just said, was choked, Xu Shaoyesen's cold and anxious voice sounded.

The voice seemed to pass by her. Before she could speak again, her hands grasped her shoulders with great precision, and then she was picked up when she was lightened.

He hugged himself tightly, obviously he was running, but Li Weiyin couldn't feel any bumps, he protected her very well.

As he went out, a piece of burning wood fell down by the door, and he immediately turned sideways and used his back to block, but his steps did not stop at all, he strode out of the door.

"He Congyue!" Young Master Xu didn't stop, screamed coldly, and ran towards Zhang Fengtian's house.

Li Weiyin was put on the bed, and her head was dizzy. She should have inhaled a lot of smoke, but she soon became sober.

He Congyue checked her wounds, bandaged her hands and feet, and asked: "Are there any injuries?"

Li Weiyin shook his head: "Nothing."

"That's good." He Congyue breathed a sigh of relief. Then he turned his head and said to the young Master Xu, who was sullen.

"I'm fine." Young Master Xu said lightly, then gave He Cong a look.

He Congyue wittily picked up his medicine kit and left, leaving the couple in the room.

"Are you a pig?" Young Master Xu asked coldly.

Li Weiyin waited for him, with a deeply unpleasant look: "What did you say?"

"I knew it was a big fire, but I rushed in. What is it not a pig?" Young Master Xu never knew what the desire to survive is like.

"Xu Yimo." Li Weiyin gritted his teeth and took a deep breath, "I am..."

"It's just a picture." Shao Ye Xu's cold gaze fell on the frame behind Li Weiyin, "I just paint if I don't have it."

Li Weiyin felt inexplicably painful, and she asked him restrainedly: "It is so worthless in your eyes."

She would rush in because he said that this painting was called hope, which Li Weiyin interpreted as a kind of hope for him.

She hasn't seen Xu Shaoye's previous paintings, but from the paintings he likes, he likes things that are suppressed and dark.

But this painting is full of sunshine. She thinks it is a kind of depressive release from him over the years. There are not many things he can like and value. Li Weiyin hopes that he can protect it as the same, but he said it right now. Not worth mentioning.

His tone made her feel that she was so desperate, rushing into the fire, taking risks, and suffering injuries that became ridiculous and sad.

Young Master Xu slowly retracted his gaze and picked up the painting: "It's not worth it."

After speaking, he strode out of the room.