My Second Husband Loves Me More - Chapter 493

To tell you the truth, painting a huge oil painting for only one week is really life-threatening. Fortunately, we have done it once. We don’t need any inspiration. Just draw all the things we thought of before again.

After several days and nights, after painting, the three of us collapsed and fell on the sofa. Finally, Fang Ruofei got up and covered the painting with canvas.

“Next time I say nothing, I won’t let others take the painting away from my studio. It’s like fooling myself.” Fang Ruofei said weakly.

“Feel your body hollowed out!” Lou Yuxin stuck his face on the sofa cushion in a hairy manner.

“…” I have no strength to speak.

After a few days of rest, we felt that we had come back to life. We sealed the seal and looked at the newly painted picture. The more we saw, the more satisfied we were. When inspiration came, the mountains couldn’t stop it. We painted and made various modifications. The current picture is perfect to a new level than the previous one.

“Tang yuan, where’s your picture? When can I get it?” Fang Ruofei bit instant noodles in his mouth and didn’t forget to urge me to bring the picture.

The happy atmosphere of drawing and talking with them suddenly faded a lot. Where is my painting? My mother didn’t even want to give me one, so she asked me to give it to Yan Ruyu. Although she spoke politely because my mother was ill and our relationship eased down, she couldn’t hide her overbearing and non-negotiable tone.

“My painting may not be able to increase your popularity. I’m sorry.” I said sadly.

“You can’t even destroy that picture?” Fang Ruofei and Lou Yuxin almost stare out their eyes, which is completely unimaginable.

“Tang yuan, you haven’t been recognized as a new painter by our painting industry. This title is given to you by media reporters. You’re up in heaven. You can’t even see your own paintings well. Do you want to continue painting? I want to break up with you.”

Fang Ruofei wanted to come and strangle me.

“Tang yuan, if you knock over a pigment, you can destroy both paintings. Picasso is not as powerful as you, do you know?” Lou Yuxin was completely speaking to me in an ironic tone: “I don’t agree with anyone, I’ll obey you, you know?”

“I admire myself, too?” It was a painting I had conceived for a whole month and a half. It was so easy that I gave it to others in one afternoon. “Am I very generous and don’t pay attention to a small painting at all?”

As I spoke, I suddenly covered my mouth and laughed loudly. Even my tears laughed, and my sadness was about to overflow.

“You…” my mood was wrong. Fang Ruofei and Lou Yuxin felt it. They thought they were talking too much and apologized to me quickly.

“Hey, everyone says that only when they are good friends. You can’t afford to joke.” Lou Yuxin is not polite.

“Or we apologize.” Fang Ruofei scratched his head.

“It’s all right. I’m not very happy.” I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes and thought about it. The other Ruofei said, “I have a painting that was originally participated in the youth international painting competition. Later, for some reasons, my work was not taken off the shelf and has not been watched by everyone in time. Otherwise, hang it here to support you. Can I?”

“No problem. I promise to hang that picture in the most conspicuous place. I remember that hope is the most spiritual picture I have seen in these years.”

I haven’t returned to the dealer for many days. There are some messages from Zhuang Yiming on my mobile phone, and some missed calls because I forgot to answer because of painting. There is no an Yunying. I think I can’t understand my mother more and more.

After entering the door, Zhuang Yiming is standing under the tree with an Yunying. He doesn’t know what to say. It seems that they have differences. His mother is not very happy, and his father has a calm face and a gloomy expression.

“How many times have I said that you don’t want to participate in the affairs of ah yuan and the dealer boy? Don’t you understand? Why do you have to stop it and call an upstart named Fang Yunhua to make trouble? Do you still pay attention to me?”

“I said, anyone can except Xuan Jiazhuo’s son. I have said many times that Xuan Jiazhuo killed my eldest brother. Why should I let my daughter marry his son? Unless I die, I won’t promise it.”