Han Bing bit her lip, still remembering the scene when Shunzi tried to kiss her but was interrupted by Mrs. Wu.
"I spent some time investigating the ins and outs of this matter. Fortunately, it's not that complicated." Shen Xuan crossed the fingers of his hands together, and a huge wave of confidence burst out of his body.
"Then you turned around and left, which made me flustered." Han Bing sighed slightly, his heart completely relaxed, and he sat on the soft leather sofa next to his desk.
Han Bing suddenly remembered something and asked again: "So, you also know about that matter?"
"Are you talking about Shunzi's stomach cancer?"[
"That's right." Han Bing's heart tightened slightly.
"I know." Shen Xuan suddenly seemed much older, and his bright eyes became cloudy: "I am an irresponsible father. I just found out about this."
It is not easy to investigate clearly that there is nothing between Han Bing and Shunzi, and the biggest "unexpected gain" is undoubtedly the fact that Shunzi has become ill.
As a father, Shen Xuan, although he usually ignored Shunzi, when something like this really happened, the kind of psychological pain that ordinary people could not understand.
Han Bing bit his lip. After being with Shen Xuan for so long, he could certainly feel the torture his heart was going through.
"He told you the story of that painting, right?" Shen Xuan suddenly said: "It's the one in your bag."
"Yes." Han Bing was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly remembered that Shunzi's painting was still in his bag. It turned out that Shen Xuan already knew everything.
"I was in a bad mood at that time, so I said those hurtful words." Shen Xuan was sitting on an office chair, his slightly fat body making him look more masculine.
"But afterwards, I asked the most famous painter in Xinxiang City to tutor him for 8,000 yuan an hour." Shen Xuan said with a smile: "Forgive me for using money to measure feelings."
Han Bing nodded and said he didn't care. If Shen Xuan loves someone, he will definitely give him the best things.
"But Shunzi has lost interest in painting. No matter how the painter taught him, he would break the brushes one by one and tell him to get lost." Shen Xuan sighed and looked up at the ceiling, as if unwilling Recall those past events.