The Reborn Little Wife is Beautiful and Sassy

Luo Zhibin even thought that in this life, even if everyone would leave him, Chu Wan would not.

Or, even if everyone may no longer focus on him, she will circle around him from beginning to end and follow him firmly all the way.

Even if there is a steep and dangerous cliff ahead, as long as he is at the bottom of the cliff, she will jump down without thinking.

She loved him so much that she couldn't control her feelings and couldn't extricate herself.

All her coquettishness, unreasonableness, and her domineering attitude were never directed at him.

Therefore, it was true that no matter how cruel Chu Wan put aside her harsh words and no matter how cold and ruthless she acted, he didn't believe her. He didn't believe that Chu Wan really let go of him completely.

Although he was often aroused by Chu Wan's cold attitude and fell into a trance for a moment, he habitually attributed all her abnormalities to coquettishness and pretentiousness, and perhaps there was an element of jealousy in it.

He never imagined that she would be so disgusted with him and that she would be so intolerable.

"Is it true that in addition to hating me, you also find that you still have lingering feelings for me?" Luo Zhibin unexpectedly wanted Chu Wan to give him a firm answer, so as to calm his uncontrollable panic and anxiety, "

Wanwan, please stop treating me with a straight face, can't we be good together?"

Then Luo Zhibin thought again, would he seem too pretentious by saying this?

However, he doesn't want that to be the case.

"It won't get better."

Chu Wan took the brush and prepared to paint on the manuscript. Her calm voice was mixed with a chill like ice and snow, "Not only will you not get better, but I will not get better with you either!"

She is naturally good and will get along well with Huo Yanzheng, but Luo Zhibin will not be able to get along well.

Then, Chu Wan wrote a heavy stroke on the drawing, with sharp strokes that seemed to penetrate the back of the paper. She spoke again: "Dead feelings have long been turned into ashes. When the wind blows, not even the ashes are left. What do you think?

I still have lingering feelings for you, no matter how ridiculous this is, no one will believe it."

Immediately afterwards, Chu Wan turned to Luo Zhibin again: "But if you believe it, then you are a fool."

She had made it clear verbally that her dislike for him was not concealed in the slightest, it was outright, and her actions also did not create the slightest ambiguity for Luo Zhibin.

But if Luo Zhibin still firmly believes that her love for him is not over, if he is not deceiving himself, then he is a fool.

"I just asked casually, I didn't say you should believe it. I'm not stupid. You made it very clear. I've known it for a long time." Luo Zhibin couldn't bear the cold look Chu Wan threw at him. He kept saying tightly

deny.

Chu Wan took the paintbrush and clicked on the colored paint, pursed her lips and said nothing more. She cast her clear eyes on the emerald green lotus leaves, and there was a sense of joy in her eyes.

Looking at the blooming lotus flowers again, she couldn't help but burst into a bright smile.

The swimming fish in the pond did not give in, twisting their tails happily, disturbing the tiny pool of sunshine, showing their vitality.

The delicate scenery reflected in her bright black pupils was slowly painted out under her pen.

It has to be said that Chu Wan's superb painting skills are obvious to all. It is no wonder that she can stand out in the painting competition among many masters and stand out.

Even though Luo Zhibin looked at Chu Wan's paintings with a critical eye, he couldn't find any flaws. Instead, he couldn't help but be amazed as he looked at them.

Luo Zhibin put aside his embarrassment and suppressed the sourness of embarrassment in his chest. He pretended to be relaxed and said: "You are good at painting. It shows that you have worked hard."

From the few strokes drawn by Chu Wan, Luo Zhibin can get a glimpse of the overall work.

He was raised as the heir of the Luo family since he was a child. He learned piano and ran a business, but he never learned painting. But even as a layman, he could still tell that she had good painting skills.

After Chu Wan heard this, her writing hand paused.

She slowly raised her head, separated from the world of painting, and looked at Luo Zhibin with unclear meaning. She didn't say a word for a long time, but the sarcasm in her heart poured out bit by bit.

"Why are you looking at me like this?" Luo Zhibin felt a little uncomfortable after being stared at by Chu Wan for a long time, "It seems that I didn't say anything wrong."

He praised her based on her painting skills. He didn't say anything wrong, but why did Chu Wan look at him like that.

Luo Zhibin did not dodge and looked directly at Chu Wan.

"Luo Zhibin, it seems that my understanding of you is biased. Let me correct my previous evaluation of you. It turns out that you are not a dog who cannot spit out ivory. No, you can also speak well."

His hypocrisy towards her, his dislike of her, and his harshness towards her resulted in him not acknowledging her. He magnified her flaws while turning a blind eye to her advantages.

Even if it's a compliment, it's all perfunctory.

Unlike this moment, there was no trace of lying. His praise came from the heart, and the look he looked at her was filled with light and surprise.

It turns out that he has not always been unable to spit out ivory from his mouth. From an objective point of view, he can also praise her properly.

It turns out that as long as you don't give up on yourself, it's not that difficult to get his approval.

The recognition she had been seeking all her life was received unexpectedly. She thought she should be excited and ecstatic, at least not without any disturbance, but the reality was that she was very calm and calm.

It seemed as if what Luo Zhibin just said was an extremely ordinary sentence.

Maybe, it's not necessary.

Chu Wan suddenly realized that she no longer needed Luo Zhibin's long-overdue recognition.

Luo Zhibin was annoyed again. Sure enough, when she really hated him and annoyed him, he didn't scold her. Even saying nice things like this could make her unhappy.

If you hate someone, everything you say is wrong.

"The person who is not talking nicely now is not me, but you." Although he was angry, Luo Zhibin did not fall out immediately.

Chu Wan said without emotion: "You are not sincere, and I don't want to talk nonsense."

If silence can make Luo Zhibin shut up, then she can not say a word.

Chu Wan didn't say a soft word, and Luo Zhibin bit his cheek, showing a bad look on his face. But when he thought of Zhao Xitong still suffering in the cell and feeling depressed, he endured all his impatience and tried to be as gentle as possible.

Reveal your true emotions.

Luo Zhibin put his hands behind his back, and his peripheral vision unconsciously fell on Chu Wan's hands.

With Chu Wan, his childhood sweetheart, he didn't notice much on weekdays. Her neatly manicured hands were as white as jade, with a touch of moisture, like bamboo shoots springing up after the rain. They were pink, tender, slender, and soft.

It's so rare and beautiful.