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Chapter 72

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    Before going to bed that night, Wan Yun told Feng Jian the story of the day.

    Men obviously have no interest in those romantic old relationships.  He put down the book in his hand and asked for another detail.

    "If the man's wife has been dead for ten years and there are no photos to refer to, how can you draw her appearance?" Feng Jian asked doubtfully, "You just let him tell a few stories and then draw his wife?"

    Wan Yun smiled: "People will not completely forget the past, and the truth will always be revealed when they recall it. I am not that magical, but I will make corrections based on his description and restore the appearance. As for letting him tell stories, well, some  At that time, people didn¡¯t know they could remember so much.¡±

    Feng Jian obviously didn¡¯t believe in these metaphysical things, but he didn¡¯t refute, looking thoughtful.

    After a while, Feng Jian frowned and asked again: "Do you really have such wonderful paintings? If so, why don't you paint by yourself more often?"

    Wan Yun smiled again and said: "If you look at the curator's head, you will know that painting requires a lot of mental effort. I work very slowly. If I can find a more efficient painter, I usually let them do the hard work for me."

    Hearing what she said, Feng Jian didn't speak again.

    Wan Yun looked back at him and asked curiously: "What's wrong?"

    Feng Jian was silent for a moment, then started a new topic: "In which room do you want to hang that oil painting? Let me tell you in advance, I hate hanging anything with a face on the wall."

    Wan Yun smiled: "I don't want it to decorate the house. Some works are not used for decoration."

    Feng Jian was noncommittal.

    After the lights went out, someone kept rolling around behind her, making a loud noise.

    Wan Yun wrapped the quilt tightly to her chin.  It can be said that this man is not familiar with the relationship between men and women, but he can also be said to be in heat at any time throughout the year.  He behaves well during the day, but he is also the same person who stays up all night.

    As soon as she was distracted, she missed Feng Jian's words.

    The other party poked her waist impatiently, making Wanyun look back at her.

    ¡°¡­How much did you spend in total on today¡¯s auction?¡±

    Wan Yun could only smile bitterly.  Before she could respond, she heard Feng Jian continue to ask tentatively: "Well, if I want to hire you to paint, how much will it cost?"

    Wan Yun couldn¡¯t help but raise his head.  However, Feng Jian's expression was still invisible in the darkness.  The man's voice was slightly tight, not like the usually angry and irritating Feng Jian.

    Wan Yun was slightly surprised and said: "Who do you want to draw?"

    Feng Jian didn¡¯t answer, and the only sound in the room was his breathing as softly as he could.

    After a while, Wan Yun said softly: "You want to draw your uncle, right?"

    Feng Jian said calmly: "When you have time and want to paint again, just let me know."

    He obviously didn¡¯t want to discuss it anymore, so he closed his eyes after finishing speaking.

    After a while, Feng Jian suddenly felt a chill on his arm, and soft fingers touched it.  It was Wan Yun who reached out tentatively to touch the burn on his arm, as if to comfort him.

    Feng Jian was rarely treated with such tenderness, and her first subconscious action was to shake her away. However, she used too much force and heard Wanyun hiss softly, and her arm hit the bedpost.  Only then did Feng Jian remember that not only himself, but Wan Yun had also suffered several minor injuries thanks to him.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? to tolerate each other, in fact, is to lose to each other time and time again.

    Feng Jian sighed, frowned and lifted his quilt, and pulled Wan Yun into his arms again as he retreated silently.

    Her body temperature has always been extremely low, and being surrounded by the other party's arms, warmth continued to flow from her.  Men don't wear perfume, and there is rarely any excess smell on their bodies except shaving water.  Since the two of them lived in the same house, Feng Jian also used Wanyun's shower gel and shampoo to save trouble.

    At this moment, Wanyun was leaning on his shoulder, smelling the familiar fragrance, but it didn't come from her body.  She felt slightly confused.

    This was actually the only night in such a long time that the two of them had nothing to do except sleeping and sleeping.

    At this moment, above his head, Feng Jian suddenly spoke in confusion.

    "By the way, whywhy do you all think Wan Jin will like me?"

    Wan Yun couldn't help but say "hmm" after hearing this: "How dare you ask me?" Her delicate fingers slid up and down his chest at will, "Feng Jian, you seem to be particularly patient with Jin Jin."

    Feng Jian grabbed her cold fingers and frowned: "What does it mean to be extra patient? I'm just imitating you."

    Wan Yun was startled: "Learn from me?"

    Feng Jian was silent for a moment.

    "You versus youDespair, anger, struggle, depression, and now tragic and fatalistic acceptance.  Even a man like Zhou Yu could be let go by Wan Yun, and she didn't want to interfere with the young man's affairs.  It's just that getting married is different. He Long just hopes that Feng Jian will be a cow and horse for Wan Yun in this life.

    Fighting the urge to slap Feng Jian, He Long squeezed out a smile from his throat: "I don't care what happens to you two. But you are a man, why should you reason with your wife, and why should you fight for face? What can you do if you give in to her more often?"

    Feng Jian frowned, then walked past her without seeing anything.

    His tone was almost unfriendly.

    "I'm sorry, I can't help you with this matter."

    At the same time, Wan Jin finally got the opportunity she had dreamed of getting along with Feng Jian.  Those who also received the opportunity were Feng Jian's secretary, subordinates, and many others.

    There are suddenly more overtime and meetings than usual. To be precise, there are more.

    Hua Feng frowned: "I thought the boss became more humane after getting married."

    "How is that possible?"

    "The boss lady is so beautiful that she can't save her?"

    "If you keep doing this, it will only make me fall for you, brother."

    The gossip stopped when Feng Jian entered the door.

    He glanced at everyone slowly with almost a smile on his face, and everyone quickly lowered their eyes and took their places.

    Wan Jin¡¯s life is not easy.

    Workaholics focus on efficiency and seize the time.  Feng Jian was never a good teacher, and his patience was comparable to that of He Long, who had fewer wrinkles on his face.

    The answer to "You don't know how?" must be "I can learn it right away", the answer to "You don't have time" must be "Of course", and the response to "I have tried hard" is "I don't need your efforts, I  Good results are needed¡±.

    Wan Jin is not like Wan Ling, but even the charming second sister suffered a lot in Feng Jian's hands.  No girl in the world wants the person she likes to look into her eyes and say: "it doesn't matter if you have a slow brain, but at least you should be diligent."

    Self-esteem has always been a delicate thing. Feng Jian's straightforwardness is embarrassing, and Wan Ling's half-smiling gaze from the side makes people avoid him.  Professionals throughout the company seem to speak for efficiency, but even now in the new environment, Wan still feels strongly isolated.  She is not wanted by anyone.

    ¡­This is completely contrary to the original intention.

    Wan Jin has a gentle temper, but under such high pressure, he finally collapsed.

    Stepping out of the elevator late at night, Feng Jian and his secretary walked quickly ahead, discussing in a low voice the contents of the meeting that had just ended.  At the last second when Hua Feng helped him close the car door, he thought about the missing person.

    "Miss Wan Jin isn't here?"

    Feng Jian was also unsure: "Didn't you call her when you left?"

    "No, we were together when we were taking the elevator just now." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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