The Reborn Little Wife is Beautiful and Sassy

Luo Zhibin was stunned for a moment, his consciousness was still tangled up, and he spoke out: "Wanwan, you always said you wanted to paint a picture for me. It's better to choose the day than to hit the sun. It happened that you were painting,

Otherwise, I can just take the painting you completed."

Luo Zhibin took it for granted. His peripheral vision followed the movement of Chu Wan's hands, and he couldn't miss it.

Chu Wan did not give Luo Zhibin any face, and directly rejected him: "If you don't want to give this painting of mine away, you made the wrong decision."

"Doesn't what you said count? It's clear that you yourself said you wanted to give me the painting." Luo Zhibin's soft tone softened and his face became stiff.

"That was before." Chu Wan didn't let go. While looking at the beautiful scenery of gurgling water and green leaves and red flowers in front of her, she made everything vivid and vivid on the paper. "Besides, you rejected me."

She didn't mean to keep her word, he was the one who rejected her.

"I rejected you because I didn't realize that you could paint so well. It's as pleasing to the eye as a master's painting." Luo Zhibin made up for it, "I'm not going to hide it from you. I regret rejecting you in the first place."

If he had known that she was good at painting, he might not have rejected her so rudely, and at least he would have given himself some room to turn.

He had never paid attention to the dispensable little tail that had always followed him, so he didn't know much about it.

"But I don't want to give it anymore." Chu Wan used to be used to Luo Zhibin's temper. She would give him almost anything he wanted, but today was no different than before, and she didn't want to spoil him anymore.

Listening to Luo Zhibin's kind words, Chu Wan could hear some sincerity, but this still did not make her soften.

Looking back on the sad things in the past, she couldn't help but said calmly: "You really think too highly of me. I can't get rid of this painting that looks like a ghost painting. It's better to hide it. Don't give it to you."

So as not to dirty your eyes."

Every word she spoke was lukewarm, seeming to be self-deprecating and sarcastic, which made Luo Zhibin's green and white face burn. He vaguely remembered that he was the one who once concluded that her portrait looked like a ghost, but couldn't do anything about it.

He despised her paintings and never supported her career. One time he went to see her and happened to meet her painting.

When she saw him coming, she pulled him to stand in front of her painting with a crooked look, and said to him proudly and proudly: "This is a masterpiece I painted all day long. See if it looks good." She stared at it.

After two seconds, he smiled again and said sweetly: "If you want it, I will give it to you."

What did he say at that time?

Luo Zhibin is not a person who takes everything seriously. He forgets some things after they pass, but he remembers this matter clearly.

"What are you drawing? It's like a ghost drawing amulet. How can you get it? You still want to give it to me. I don't want it. You might as well throw it away to avoid embarrassment!"

He just glanced at it hastily, without taking a closer look, and easily came to a conclusion. He frowned tightly, and his handsome brows were tightly knitted, and the disgust and disdain flowed out of his heart without any concealment.

He was like a judge standing on the commanding heights, arrogant and arrogant, pointing at her works in a critical manner, criticizing and humiliating her.

Even in the end, he gave her painting career a death sentence without hesitation: "Stop painting, Wanwan, you don't have this talent, you are not born to eat this kind of food, you should be realistic

One thing, accept your own mediocrity as soon as possible, don’t try to change anything, and don’t do things that don’t overestimate your capabilities.”

"Otherwise, it will not only discredit you, but also disgrace me!"

"From now on, when we get married, you will be my virtuous wife and just stay at home to support your husband and raise children. You are not required to do anything else. I will be responsible for making money to support the family."

He could be said to have reduced Chu Wan to nothing. Although he didn't know much about Chu Wan's painting skills, he blindly rejected Chu Wan's talent in painting.

It also rejected all the hard work and seriousness that Chu Wan had put into painting in the past.

He understated Chu Wan's shining point without knowing it. Therefore, in these days when Chu Wan won the award and was so soft and shining, he was so surprised that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear, and it felt as unreal as if he had entered a void.

"I was blind at first and didn't see how powerful you are. Now that I know what you are capable of, I will no longer take it for granted that you have no talent or ability." Luo Zhibin tugged at his dry lips,

I feel a bit ashamed and don't know how to deal with it.

Before this, Luo Zhibin never expected that Chu Wan would block him with what he had said before, making him almost speechless. The burning embarrassment was like a rushing undercurrent, gradually burying him.

It was not difficult for him to hear Chu Wan's sarcasm, but he could only cleverly pretend not to hear it.

Luo Zhibin briefly looked at Chu Wan's cold and indifferent face, and his heart was filled with waves.

Without making a sound, he quietly approached Chu Wan and said tenderly: "Since I saw your excellence, I slowly gave up my inherent persistence and felt that women do not necessarily need to stay at home to realize their self-worth."

"As long as you have the ability, you can shine wherever you go. Since you are good at painting, you should be outstanding in the field in which you are good. In this way, your efforts will not be wasted and your love will be in vain."

Luo Zhibin leaned forward slightly, his eyes level with Chu Wan who was sitting on the stone bench.

In order to coax Chu Wan, he, a grown man, felt a little bit depressed, and it was nothing to be choked. As long as the ending was good, that was fine.

He comforted himself like this, which made him feel better.

Chu Wan's paintings are lifelike and every detail is perfectly handled. She didn't raise her head, she was calm and focused.

However, when Luo Zhibin came closer and stood in front of her, Chu Wan couldn't help but reveal an unhappy look on her face. Then, a chill spread from the corners of her eyes and hit Luo Zhibin's forehead.

Suddenly startled.

Immediately afterwards, he seemed to be frozen, and his movements began to become rigid and stagnant.

Looking at Chu Wan half an arm's length apart, Chu Wan's beautiful facial features clearly fell into Luo Zhibin's eyes. Her complexion was very good, white and clear. He slowly lowered his head, looking from her upturned face.

When Qiong's nose passed by, he could see her red lips, which were moist and moist.

She has a good skin, he has always known that.

But in the past, he never paid attention to it.

Now that it caught his eyes, he was stunned for a moment.

His heart beat inexplicably fast for half a beat. As if he was attracted by something, he simply ignored Chu Wan's aura of indifference and alienation. He leaned close to her red lips.

He wanted to kiss her.

I want to taste her.

Her red lips were moist and looked soft and sweet.