Anyan looks at Lu mengke in front of her and immediately changes the topic, "mengke, yinsinian''s business is up to you."


    "Well, I see." In fact, Lu mengke is in love with Anyan. She''s all like this, and she''s still worried about the comfort of others. This is her kindest place.


    "I''m tired. I want to... Have a rest."


    "You have to have a good rest. Look at your dark circles coming out. Lie down and have a good sleep!" Lu mengke looks at an Yan with a smile and says with a smile.


    After lying down, Anyan pulls the quilt and turns her back to Lu mengke. She closes her eyes but doesn''t fall asleep. She has a heavy heart and can''t sleep at all.


    Lu mengke carefully retreated from the master bedroom. After leaving the master bedroom, she carefully closed the door.


    Anyan heard the sound of the door closing gently


    When the door closed that moment, she opened that pair of red eyes, eyes full of "revenge" this unswerving belief.


    He Yiqing, I will not let you go. Even if you die, I will drag you to hell!


    Maybe it was because she was too tired, maybe it was because of the pain. When she fell asleep, she fell into a deep sleep


    The night is shrouded, the moon is bright and the stars are few.


    Suddenly, the door of the master bedroom was opened gently, and the tall and straight figure appeared in the master bedroom.


    His eyes were very gentle and fixed on the little woman on the bed.


    He Junshen approached Anyan step by step, and his eyes were always on Anyan, who was curled up on the side of the bed.


    Her sleeping posture has always been unsightly. She often falls asleep on all fours and kicks the quilt. Sometimes her hands and feet will be put on him. Every time he is forced to hold her, her hands and feet can be more peaceful.


    But now she is curled up to sleep, hands clasping the quilt, this is a very insecure performance.


    Heyun''s deep eyes sank, and he frowned.


    They had a big fight before, and his anger was forced to the critical point by her. When they faced her, reason was gone.


    His temper and anger must have hurt her. It was never his intention to hurt her.


    He Junshen reaches out and tucks her in the corner of her back. She is the one who is most afraid of cold. If she doesn''t tuck in the corner of her back, it''s easy to get into the wind. Even if the heating is on, it doesn''t help.


    She has always been cold, and now she has just had a miscarriage, which is the weakest time.


    "If you don''t protect you well, you can do anything to me in anger, but don''t say that I don''t love you or that you want to leave me."


    His voice was low, and his deep eyes were completely occupied by pain. He reached out and stroked her white cheek, and the painful eyes became soft and spoiled little by little.


    His great body block most of the light, carrying the light of his face cold.


    I don''t know how long he stood by the bed. He just looked at her sleeping face for a long time.


    At dawn, when he was ready to leave, he saw the picture on the wall cabinet.


    It''s a picture of him as a child.


    Heyun stepped forward. His slender fingers picked up the photo and looked at himself in the photo. His eyes became more and more familiar, and the strength of his fingers began to increase.


    If their child is born safely, it will be very similar to him.


    Hate to let his eyes fierce, cold as ice.


    When he put down the photo, the photo turned over unexpectedly, and a row of beautiful handwriting came into view instantly.


    That''s her handwriting.


    ——It''s going to be a little deep soon.


    Seeing this short sentence, the extremely sad pain began to radiate from the bottom of his heart and spread to his whole body. This kind of bitterness was like bile pouring into the viscera, heartbreaking.


    His well-known eyes began to be occupied by ruthlessness


    No matter who hurt her and their children, it''s doomed! He''s going to blow that man to the bone!


    ……


    Since that day, Anyan has never seen hejunshen again.


    She learned from Lu mengke to smash things, but it didn''t help at all.


    The antique vase was broken and he was indifferent.


    He still turned a deaf ear to the broken antiques.


    Anyan had no choice. While drinking fresh fish soup, she asked aunt Xu, "aunt Xu, do you know what Heyun likes?"


    Aunt Xu was stunned. She put down her things and looked at Anyan quietly.


    Anyan saw aunt Xu didn''t speak. When she wanted to ask again, she saw aunt Xu''s meaningful smile.


    Then it dawned on her.


    "Aunt Xu means... Me?" Anyan wants to understand.


    "Yes, except for Miss mu, I haven''t seen heshao like sleeping yet."


    "I''m talking about things! It''s something! It''s not human


    "Things?" Aunt Xu thought for a moment, "Miss Mu fell in yesterday''s antique calligraphy and painting. Heshao likes it very much."


    "Then why didn''t he react at all?" Anyan really don''t understand that man, those antique calligraphy and paintings are expensive, she fell worthless, he didn''t show up?


    Looking at an Yan''s puzzled appearance, aunt Xu covered her mouth and said with a smile: "I guess... He Shao thinks that these expensive things are not as good as Miss mu. If Miss Mu smashes things, she can make her feel better. She can smash anything!"


    "..." an Yan heard aunt Xu''s words, and her heart thumped.


    "Doesn''t he have something he likes very much?" Anyan then asks again.


    Aunt Xu was stunned and said, "there is an oil painting in the gym upstairs, which is heshao''s favorite."


    The painting in the gym upstairs?


    When is the painting in the gym upstairs? Anyan kept searching in her memory. There was no oil painting in the gym upstairs three years ago!


    "Aunt Xu, I''m finished." Anyan puts down the spoon, and then speeds up to walk towards the elevator.


    She wants to see what kind of oil painting he Junshen likes so much!


    Somehow, she felt a little jealous of that painting


    Mu Anyan, when is it? How can you be jealous.


    She clenched her lower lip, shook her head, and drove all her thoughts out of her head.


    Then she took the elevator to the gym on the top floor.


    Smashed his favorite painting, he should be furious, and then appeared in front of her to question her, right?


    She stood at the door of the gym, looking at the equipment inside. It can be said that there are all kinds of fitness equipment. There are several more than what she saw three years ago.


    No wonder this man has always been in such a good shape.


    Anyan walks towards the gym. When she sees the painting hanging on the huge wall, Anyan is confused.