Back in the yard, I called the next person: "Put the paper and study the ink."

She wants to paint.

The first thing that appeared on the paper was the courtyard, the laurel tree, and the fence.

Then, there was a figure of a beautiful and gentle man.

She didn't paint heavily, only a few strokes outlining the man's facial features. With delicate features and a quiet temperament, he is her eldest grandson, Ning Er.

This is a good child. Since she was a child, she liked to bask in the sun with her quietly and quietly, without being noisy or noisy, and her temperament was tranquil.

As he grew up, he became more patient and meticulous. Every day when he came to greet her, he would ask her if she slept well last night, what she ate and drank in the morning. What's wrong? Or who upset grandma?"

Shaoyin also likes this grandson the most. After finishing the painting, he put the pen down and read to the person on the painting: "I wonder if you are doing well now? Are you married? How will your wife treat you? Don't study too much. It's hard work, you can't finish reading the book, you're not strong since you were young, but you have to cherish your body..."

She babbled, and she really missed it a bit.

After Zhao Yuan resigned, he entered the courtyard and saw his wife sitting by the window, her head bowed, facing something, her face softly whispering. He was a little surprised, and strode into the room: "What are you doing?"

When he saw a painting on the kang table in front of her, he looked over and asked, "Which gentleman's masterpiece is it?"

The painting was spread out, and Zhao Yuanci saw it at a glance. It was the figure of a young man, and the expression on his face suddenly froze.

Shaoyin ignored him, and when he saw him back, he immediately rolled up the picture: "Jingzhi is back?"

He went out in the morning. If he wanted to stay in Beijing, he had to go around and inquire about news.

Respect it? Respect!

Zhao Yuanci suddenly regretted telling her his words, he didn't want to hear those two words from her mouth at all.

"You're going too far!" Screening back the maids, he came to her and said with a sullen face.

Shaoyin raised her head, glanced at him, and said, "What's wrong?"

"Although—" Zhao Yuanci said, lowering his voice, almost like a voice squeezed out of his teeth: "I have always hidden it in my heart, I don't mention it, and I don't express anything. But you, you To put his portrait—"

Shaoyin was not blamed at all, she hugged the scroll and muttered, "Hypocritical."

"What did you say?!" Zhao Yuanci couldn't believe his ears and pointed at her.

Shaoyin then said: "I said you were hypocritical!" She raised her head, her clear eyes were frank and clear, and she said in a plausible manner: "I think clearly in my heart, but don't say it on my lips, thinking that I can deceive anyone like this? You can deceive others. , can you fool yourself?"

"I'm not the same as you!" She hugged the painting tightly, cherishing it, "I don't lie to myself. If I miss him, I will draw it and look at him every day."

Zhao Yuan was so angry that he almost fainted! Pointing at her, she was shaking with anger: "No wonder you said that to me yesterday, you, you really have this idea!"

He guessed right yesterday, she just confessed her lover's idea in a grand way!

"Don't even think about it!" He squeezed out between his teeth, his face so gloomy that it dripped with water, "You are shameless, I want it!"

She acted so carelessly and spread the word, where did he put his face? !

"Alas." Shaoyin seemed to realize that something was wrong, and sighed faintly, "That's fine."

Holding the scroll, carefully put it away.

Zhao Yuanci watched as she pressed the scroll under the box, and couldn't help but turn his hands behind his back and clenched his fingers.

He really wanted to grab the painting and unfold it to see who it was and what it looked like!

When he glanced at it just now, he only saw it roughly, but he didn't see it clearly. just remember that the man had extremely long eyebrows, an elegant temperament, and a refined person.

This made him feel uncomfortable. Someone has already crushed him and married his sweetheart. Yet another person overwhelmed him and captured the hearts of those beside him? !

He lost to two men! Is he so unbearable? !

His heart was filled with unspeakable frustration and depression, and he did not show his face all day.

However, Shaoyin remembered the teachings of her mother-in-law, to serve her husband well and solve problems for him. So he diligently ran to the gloomy-faced husband, looked at him with crooked eyebrows, and said flatteringly, "Jingzhi is not happy? Do you feel that you are at a disadvantage?"

"Otherwise, you will also draw that person and watch it for half a day?"

Chapter 253 The Male Supporter's Wife 4 He didn't treat her as a brother.

Zhao Yuanci looked at his wife in disbelief and couldn't believe his ears: "You, you are just—"

What is this nonsense? How could she figure it out?

"Nonsense!" he reprimanded. "It's absurd!"

My cousin is married, and now have both children and live happily. But he painted her portrait and collected it privately. Did he want to kill her?

"You are also not allowed to collect it!" He lowered his eyebrows, looked at his wife and shouted, "That painting has been dealt with!"

Spread it out, like what words!

Shaoyin pouted: "I coax you for nothing."

She kindly came to coax him, but he let her destroy the painting, how inhumane!

Her unhappy look fell into Zhao Yuanci's eyes, and her heart softened.

She was here to coax him, and she didn't have to, so he appreciated it. However, her way of coaxing people is really unbearable.

He slowed down and said, "I don't care about your heart...how about it. However, it must not be put on the bright side. It's just this time, it's not an example."

Speaking of this, his expression became stern again, with irrefutable determination: "Also, forget him early!"

Shao Yin pursed his lips, lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Obviously, don't agree with him.

Looking at her like this, Zhao Yuanci couldn't help raising his hand, rubbing his eyebrows, a little worried.

After a while, he slowed down his voice and said, "You are still young, don't be obsessed, the days to come are still long."