Sikong Lingchuan wanted to go with her very much, but such Yun Yiren made him feel unrealistic, "You decide."

"Then go back?"

Sikong Lingchuan pursed his lips and said nothing.

Yun Yiren saw that he knew that this guy was so ruthless that he didn't feel sleepy at all. "Then go to the park for a walk? Although there should be no one now."

"good."

Yun Yiren:...

Finally, Yun Yiren drove to the largest park in S City.

It was already early in the morning, and there were only a few couples sitting together intimately in the park.

As soon as I got off the car, I put on a coat on my shoulder.

It was the coat brought out by Sikong Lingchuan. Yun Yiren looked at him in the dark and felt a little lost.

"Let's go for a walk there?" Several couples walked there one after another, not knowing what they were doing.

Yun Yiren and Sikong Lingchuan walked over and saw that it was a painter who was hand-painting the couple's face.

"Let's go, there's nothing good to look at." Yun Yiren said.

Sikong Lingchuan didn't want to say, "Let's draw one too."

Yun Yiren remembers that Sikong Lingchuan was good at painting. This painter was a young man. He even came out to set up a stall at night. It seemed that life was difficult.

With average skills, she had seen paintings painted by Sikong Lingchuan, but he was not as good as he did.

"Do you like it?" Yun Yiren asked in a low voice.

When I was in the United States, I had to hire a special art painter to paint his portraits.

He asked without answering, "Do you like it?"

"It's okay."

"Since you think it's OK, what's wrong with me?"

There are too many excuses to shirk. After all, the sky is so dark now, even if there is light, it still has to wait for a long time. After all, there are several couples queuing up.

Sikong Lingchuan seemed to see her difficulties, and took off the expensive watch on her wrist and the expensive brooch on her chest and gave it to the two couples in front of her, asking them to first.

Yun Yiren thought Sikong Lingchuan was crazy, "What are you doing?"

"I want it." What a simple reason.

"This is enough for this young man to live his life." Yun Yiren asked his things to be kept in good condition. "We are waiting, we are not in a hurry, after all, we are not in a hurry to go back."

"But I can't wait."

Yun Yiren had no choice but to do anything about him. She walked over and discussed with the couple in front of her and paid for their paintings, but could she let her draw first?

One couple heard this and agreed, and the other couple was a little unhappy.

Maybe it was because Yun Yiren and Sikong Lingchuan were dressed very well and they were smashing people with money?

Sikong Lingchuan came over, cold, "Why, do you think the money is too small?"

The girl's face froze, but when she saw Sikong Lingchuan's face, she was obviously very angry but didn't know how to talk back, and she was finally angry.

Yun Yiren quickly apologized, but Sikong Lingchuan took Yun Yiren's wallet and threw out a stack of RMB to the boy.

The boy saw him, took the money and took the girl away.

The boy hugged the girl and walked away gradually, and the girl could still hear the choking voice, "Why didn't you help me just now? In your eyes, can't I compare enough money?"

"Of course not! So much money is enough for our three months of living expenses. When they leave later, can we go?"

"No, other people's boyfriend is so promising, why are you so useless! Even if I can't give me a sumptuous dinner on my birthday, I have to have a painting now, and I'm still worried."

...

The couple's words made Yun Yiren's back froze.

She shouldn't have used the money.

"Yiren, what are you thinking? It's time for us." Sikong Lingchuan held her hand.

His hands were a little cool, but they were much better than Yun Yiren.

"What's going on? Why are your hands so cold?" Sikong Lingchuan immediately rubbed her hands and pissed her off.

"We'll start to do it." Yun Yiren pulled out his hand and sat down with Sikong Lingchuan.

A couple left, and a couple were waiting.

Seeing that Sikong Lingchuan gave the couple a stack of money, they were just exempted from painting, although they were unbalanced.

The boy seemed to see what the girl thought mentally, and he rubbed her hair, "Little fool, what are you thinking."

"Nothing." The girl hugged the boy's waist, hid herself in his arms, and smiled, "It's great to have you."

The boy fell a kiss on the girl's head.

"But on my birthday, you have to prepare a scorching dinner for me, and you are not allowed to just treat me with gifts."

"Okay." The boy said dotingly.

Yun Yi sat upright and heard the couple behind him beside him. His hearing was amazing, and he listened in word by word.

Sikong Lingchuan seemed to hear it, and kept smiling at her.

Her hands were stuffed into his hot chest by him, hot as if he had loved her.

"Sikong Lingchuan, what else do you want to do?" she asked, wanting to give him the last time he missed him in the world.

"What do you want to do?" He thought seriously, but he didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly realized, "There are a lot of things he wants to do."

"Then what do you want to do?"

"Let you stay by my side and do what you want." The love words came out, and every word could not be separated from her.

Yun Yiren was stunned and pulled out her hand. She wanted him not to miss her, but when he thought that he was about to die, he couldn't bear it. Finally, he looked at the buttons on his chest and clothes, and said, "There's no good for brooch."

This brooch was the one he gave to her before and was auctioned.

Now he is wearing it every day, a symbol of identity...

Sikong Lingchuan took it down and put it on her collar. He looked at her with satisfaction and said, "It looks good."

"This is a men's brooch."

"Well, it's always yours," he replied.

Yun Yiren was speechless, "But you just wanted to give it to someone else. Why, did you forget it?"

Sikong Lingchuan was stunned and then said, "I thought you didn't like him, so it doesn't matter if you gave it to others. You stopped him just now, and it means you like it, so I will never give him to others in the future."

This sentence has a different meaning.

Yun Yiren didn't pay much attention to it, so he took off the pin and pinned it for him, "I'm used to it, I'm used to it. Just wear it well."

"Then I'll just treat it as you gave it to me?"

Anyway, it's his stuff, he can say whatever he likes.

Yun Yiren gathered her coat.

The painter moved quickly, and the portraits of the two were presented at once.

It was Sikong Lingchuan who supported her knee with one hand and looked at her sitting upright. The brooch on his chest was very eye-catching. The simple and inconspicuous ring on her fingertips was not known to be under the light or the artist's ingenuity, which reflected the brooch.

Sikong Lingchuan seemed to have noticed it, his eyes were still on her, and his face was a little bad.

Yun Yiren saw him and said nothing.

After all, she didn't want to explain anything, because she had indeed become a married person.

"It's not good-looking, it makes you ugly." He commented directly in front of the painter's words.
Chapter completed!