Such a look made Xia Wan's heart skip a beat, and she was inexplicably flustered.

And then he suddenly remembered that he had received money from others.

It was the right thing to collect money and do things for others, and Huo Yu didn't need to please him at all.

"That's enough for today." He pursed his lips, lowered his head, and packed his things again.

"Oh?" Huo Yu said.

Xia Wan didn't speak anymore, as if to concentrate on the matter at hand.

Huo Yu leaned on the back of the wooden chair, which was not very comfortable, and quietly watched Xia Wan turn to pack up.

The window is open, and the wind blows Xia Wan's forehead, revealing his smooth and full forehead.

It seemed inconvenient, Xia Wan raised his hand and stroked a handful of hair, then tucked the broken hair in his ear behind his ear.

Under the broken hair, the curved neck was white and slender, like the neck of a swan, looking extremely beautiful and fragile.

Huo Yu's heart suddenly burst into flames, and he wanted to hold or pinch it to feel the temperature of such a neck.

Unconsciously, his fingers on the table tapped lightly.

After Xia Wan finished counting the paint, he lowered his body, pulled out a storage box from the bottom of the bed, and put them in.

Then he pulled out another box and took out a few pieces of oil painting paper.

His body was slightly lowered, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and the corners of his diamond-shaped lips looked very soft under the light, revealing a natural and healthy red.

I don't know why, the fire in Huo Yu's heart gradually dissipated, leaving only the beautiful feeling brought by Xia Wan's silhouette.

It makes people feel at ease and comfortable, and it is the hazy happiness of the quiet years.

The wind of the summer night blew in, gently lifted the window screen, and faintly brought in the chirping of summer insects outside the window.

After many, many years, in the simple and old rental house, Huo Yu finally felt the taste of "home" again.

Chapter 32 The Young Master is the Best

When Huo Yu was sent away and returned upstairs again, Xia Chengzhang was already in the living room.

"Yo," Xia Wan laughed, "Aren't you secretly watching what's going on over our side?"

Xia Chengzhang had a smile in his eyes, neither admitting nor denying,

Instead, he said with satisfaction: "Xiaoyu is a good child, mature and stable, and the most important thing is to treat you well."

"But after seeing each other once, you can tell that he treats me well?"

"Dad has seen people all his life," Xia Chengzhang said affirmatively, "I can't see it wrong."

Xia Wan pursed her lips and smiled, thinking to herself, you are wrong now.

But not only did he not point it out, but he raised his head proudly: "Of course, you don't care who chose this person."

Xia Chengzhang was amused by him and laughed, and scolded: "I don't know how to be ashamed."

"Dad," the atmosphere was relaxed and happy, Xia Wan took the opportunity to shake Xia Chengzhang's hand, "I'm going to have an operation on Monday, are you afraid?"

"It's nothing to be afraid of." Xia Chengzhang said, "I don't know how much I wish I had the surgery sooner."

"Well." Xia Wan nodded.

Seeing his dignified expression, Xia Chengzhang patted the back of his hand soothingly: "Dad has lived to this age, and he is no longer afraid of anything."

"You're not too old." Xia Wan said softly.

"Everything comes out of comparison," Xia Chengzhang smiled, and then the smile faded again, "I think back then, when something happened to my legs, I really felt like I couldn't live."

At that time, he was still young, a top student in the architecture department of a famous university, and he had just founded an architectural design company with his most trusted relatives and friends...

This was when he was most in high spirits, but an accident completely smashed him into the dust.

Xia Chengzhang couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

Eighteen years have passed, but when he thinks of the past, the circles of his eyes are still slightly red involuntarily.

Xia Wan pursed her lips uncomfortably, and her eyes fell on Xia Chengzhang's drooping trousers.

Over the years, this was the first time Xia Chengzhang took the initiative to mention the accident.

When he was a child, the original owner also asked, but Xia Chengzhang never gave a positive answer, and every time he was dismissed with an "accident".

Later, as the child grew up, he gradually realized that as long as he mentioned the accident, Xia Chengzhang would feel lost and sad.

After a while, no one mentioned it again.

"It's all over." Xia Chengzhang said, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said with emotion, "Fortunately, you are by my side."

"It's also fortunate that you have been with me all the time," Xia Wan held Xia Chengzhang's hand slightly, "otherwise I don't know what it will be like."

For so many years, the father and son have depended on each other for life. Although it was not easy, Xia Chengzhang never let Xia Wan suffer.

So that his hands were white and tender, not like a child from such a family at all.

Xia Wan's eyes were clean and pure, bright as gems, and looked at Xia Chengzhang full of admiration.

Let Xia Chengzhang feel a sense of guilt in his heart.

He turned his eyes away unconsciously, and his eyes were also stained with a tired look.

"Are you tired?" Seeing this, Xia Wan quickly stood up, pushed Xia Chengzhang back to the bedroom, helped him take off his clothes and covered him with a thin blanket, and then quietly retreated.

For two days on weekends, Xia Wanwo stayed in her room and concentrated on painting, but didn't go out much.

Large swaths of yellow spread across the canvas, as if the earth and the sun were one color.

In a golden ocean, blue-black mountain trails meander out, slender and slender, and can't see the head, adorned with a waterfall in the depths of the distant mountains that reflects the sunlight.

The girl stood in the middle, raised her head slightly, and looked at the birds passing under the sun in the sky through her fingers.

The fiery red rose wreath and the pure and bright smile make the whole painting suddenly vivid and bright.

Xia Wan hopes that in the rest of Xia Chengzhang's life, there will be no pain, only flowers and smiles.

No need to send Xia Wan, Huo Yu arrived at the office early in the morning on Monday.

He came early, and someone came earlier than him. On the same floor, Li Congmeng's office door was half-open.