Vol 2 Chapter 90: Water soft heart

"My grandfather said, how much money is not sold. You still go back." The guard's tone was obviously unbearable.
"200,000, 200,000!"
The guard guarded his eyes, his hand swayed, and a black lacquered ball appeared in his palm: "My grandfather said, if you can't send it, just send him this one."
The servant was scared by the black lacquered ball. He almost ran back and forth after rolling. After retreating to a dozen meters away, he shouted: "Fifty thousand! No, ......"
The guard was angry and raised his hand to make a throwing action. The servant immediately ran like a rabbit.
The guard smugly grabbed Lei Zhenzi back into the bag. After a short silence, he screamed and sweared: "His mother, 500,000 two to buy a painting... I knew that Laozi also learned to paint. ""
Five hundred thousand two silver, enough for an ordinary person to live comfortably for ten generations.
While mourning, he did not realize that a white shadow crossed the wall directly at a position ten meters away from him. Even if he just saw it there, he would only feel that the white shadow was in front of him, and he thought that he had taken a look at it.
The flower water is soft and gentle, and the heart is as clean as water. The heart is more conservative and guards all the rules that should be a woman. If you are a woman, you will rely on your parents for filial piety. If you are a mother, you will be loving and loving your children. If you are a wife, you will be loyal to your husband, and you will never have to worry that she will betray. Such a woman is the perfect wife.
And because of this, even if her heart has sprouted Ye Wuchen, she will be forced to suppress it, and even feel that she has made a big mistake and blame herself. Because she can't be sorry for the future husband who her father set for her.
What Ye Wuchen has to do is to force her to make a decision. The most direct method is naturally to force her to fall. Once in the hands of a man, with her disposition, this life will not think about other men.
The sense of sensation was swept away, and the position of the half-flower house was clearly seen by him. As he expected, there were few decent guards in the flower house. But he also knows that those seemingly ordinary servants and small servants have been tempted to become masters of firearms. Who dares to come in, and a thunder rat is sent away.
Hua Shui softly sat in her own boudoir, and she couldn't help herself. She took out the lotus flower, which has been unknown for many times, and gently spread it out.
Whether it is a delicate lotus flower, or the green water and the reflection in the water are so vivid, it is just a real thing. Although the wonders of the lotus blossoms can no longer be reproduced, this painting is still an amazing work, and it can't pick any flaws.
After reading too many times, she has vaguely known that she is not painting, but the meaning of her heartbeat in the painting, and the figure that emerged from the brain when she saw the painting. His eyes and his seemingly faint smile on his lips always linger in her heart, lingering.
The girl who opened her heart should be confused and ashamed, but in addition to these, she is more bitter and more and more guilty.
She always knew that her future husband had decided six years ago, and she did not allow herself to be tempted by others. Although she never had the subtle feelings about Ye Wuchen for Lin Xiao, even his long-term look is not so clear.
She should not accept the painting, and should not hand over her jade flute to his hand. She has tried to scream that the painting has been taken away, discarded or burned. But whenever she wants to export, she is hard to recover, because every time she puts the painting into her hands, her heart suddenly becomes very empty, as if something is extremely important, empty. There is even an inexplicable fear. So she suddenly took the picture back and let it go out.
If there is no such painting, Hua Shui, who only has a slight feeling for Ye Wuchen, may slowly forget him in the deliberate forgetting. Ye Wuchen used this painting to touch the girl's mind. Unless she really discarded the painting, it would remind her to remember him like a nightmare until she could not forget.
"Good-looking?"
A voice rang in her ear, like a dream familiar. The flower in the sense of disappointment softly responded softly, then awoke awkwardly, turned around in a panic, but almost collided with a person’s face. She took a few steps back and finally saw him. I couldn't believe my eyes for a time: "Yes... it's you!"
"I am, am I surprised?" Ye Wuchen's face showed a smile that had been smeared in the watery mind.
Huashui was so confused that he panicked and asked: "You... how did you come in?"
"Because I want to see you, so I am coming. Are you thinking about me too? My little softness." Ye Wuchen said with a smile, while admiring her amazing disappointment.
Ye Wuchen's relatives called her face a little red, and her heartbeat accelerated a lot. She hid the painting behind her, and hurriedly said: "Who... who is thinking of you. You are going out soon... otherwise I am going to call someone, I am very good at him."
She didn't live in a room with a man other than her father, and it was still a mortuary where she had never been a man.
"You are not at home now. Listening to your voice seems to be worrying for me, isn't it? If you are relieved, you will not blame me." Ye Wuchen sat on the incense couch. Smell the pleasant fragrance.
"You are going out, or I am really shouting." Hua Shui soft and small step back, I am still pity.
The smile on Ye Wuchen's face disappeared. He sighed slyly and sighed with some scorn: "Do you hate me?"
His look made the water more inexplicable and more flustered. It was almost subconscious. She shook her head and said, "No..."
"Then why are you always chasing me away?"
"Because... here is my room, others can't come in."
"Isn't your future husband?" Ye Wuchen looked at him and said seriously.
The flowers are soft and crystal-clear, and they are overwhelmed by this sudden word.
"As long as you are willing, you will always belong to me Ye Wuchen in the future. No one can stop it." He smiled softly, but every word was so clear, so it was unquestionable.
The heartbeat speeds up again, and it seems as if it will jump out at any time. This feeling is not afraid, even, she does not understand why her heart suddenly jumps so fast. But immediately, she thought of the marriage contract between Huajia and Lin.
She shook her head hard: "No, we can't do this... you, you don't go out again, I really want to call."
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