"Young mistress, I suddenly remembered that I had something to do, so I have to leave first. By the way, I will tell the young master that you haven't eaten anything today."
Uncle Tao left in a hurry, and An Ruo continued to cook. From today on, she will fall in love with cooking.
When Tang Yuchen came back in the afternoon, he knew the contents of the book. You can imagine how disgusting the person's face was.
She actually dared to say that he had a strong tone!
Damn, he has a bad tone, and everyone in the world has a good tone! [
Pushing An Ruo's door open and seeing her sitting peacefully on the balcony painting, the man was not angry at all.
He tortured her and deprived her of food, but what was her reaction?
It’s quite relaxing!
Tang Yuchen felt helpless and frustrated as if he had punched cotton.
He walked to sit opposite her, glanced at the portrait she painted, and his eyes suddenly turned cold: "Who are you painting?"
An Ruo is drawing a man, and he is also a very handsome man.
Tang Yuchen was sure that he didn't know this man.
An Ruo ignored him and continued to draw. He stretched out his hand, clamped the rice paper between his two slender fingers, and pulled it hard, with a somewhat rough movement.
An Ruo's brush fell on the man's eyebrows, and when he pulled it, the brush drew a long mark on the white rice paper.
A good portrait was ruined in an instant.
Tang Yuchen curled his lips and asked with a bit of schadenfreude, "Who is he?"
An Ruo raised her eyes slightly and said calmly: "My father."
The man's eyes moved slightly.
He knew that Anruo's parents died in a car accident when she was ten years old. She must have been young at that time, and it had been so long, but he didn't expect that she could still remember her father's appearance and draw it clearly.
Taking a look at the man in the painting, Tang Yuchen found that he looked nothing like An Mingqi.
Throwing the rice paper on the table, the man leaned back on the chair, crossed his legs, and tapped his slender index finger on the table: "Are your father and An Mingqi brothers?"
"What do you mean?"
"I'm just curious. If An Mingqi was your uncle, why would he design to deceive you in the first place?"
A trace of pain flashed in An Ruo's eyes.[
Her uncle's frame-up was a thorn in her heart. Every time she touched it, her heart ached.
She didn't want to think about that incident at all, nor did she want to hold too many grudges.
Just think of her as repaying her uncle's kindness in raising her. Only by thinking this way will she not be in so much pain.
"I'm asking you, are you dumb?" The man frowned impatiently.
An Ruo retracted her thoughts and said without hesitation: "My uncle and my father have the same mother, and my grandmother passed away very early."
Tang Yuchen sneered, that's it.
They are not born to the same mother, but there is a layer of separation between them. The relationship between the two brothers is probably not very good.
But he didn't say this to An Ruo. He stood up and looked at her condescendingly: "You are quite tolerant. You can be so leisurely without eating for two days. Tell me, did you eat something secretly?"
An Ruo didn't look into his eyes. She took the rice paper and gently erased the scratch with the eraser.
"You ordered me not to eat. Do others dare to give me something to eat? Tang Yuchen, if you can, starve me to death."
"Okay, as long as you have the ability not to eat, I have the ability to starve you to death!"
After saying that, the man strode out of her bedroom. As soon as he walked out, his cell phone rang.
It's Yun Feixue calling.
Tang Yuchen answered the phone, with a smile on his face and a gentle voice: "Feixue, what do you want from me?"
