681. Chapter 681 People are not as good as paintings and leave sadly 4
Study room on the third floor.
Yang Yuxi came here again, and when she saw that Ye Ming remained silent, she tried to persuade her a few more times in a low voice. As expected, he still didn't respond. When Yang Yuxi saw this, she knew that it would be impossible without some harsh moves, so she gave up.
Continuing to console him, he gritted his teeth and snatched the sketch from his hand.
Yang Yuxi grabbed the corner of the drawing board and pulled it back fiercely. The expected resistance stalemate did not happen. Ye Ming's hand holding the sketch was very loose, so loose that it was beyond her expectation, so that she could relax.
She snatched the sketch away. Moreover, because she had prepared too hard before, she could not control the strength of her hands. The back side of the drawing board was raised high and was thrown onto Ye Ming's face, leaving a red mark on his haggard face.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." When Yang Yuxi saw this, she apologized awkwardly, feeling embarrassed in her heart. She originally just wanted to take the drawing board, but who knew that another blow came to his face.
Ye Ming was attacked on the face, and the most important thing was that the sketch disappeared from his eyes, which made him wake up suddenly. As Yang Yuxi apologized, he slowly raised his head, staring at her with scarlet and cold eyes.
"I...I didn't mean it. Is your face okay?" Yang Yuxi shrank and said sarcastically. "Give me back the drawing board." Ye Ming shouted coldly.
"I didn't mean it..." Yang Yuxi heard Ye Ming speak and explained again. "Give me the drawing board!" Ye Ming repeated it again, and then jumped up from the ground. Yang Yuxi subconsciously took two steps back, but
Seeing Ye Ming fall to the ground with a thud, it turned out that his legs had long been paralyzed from squatting all day and night. At this time, he had no feeling at all, and naturally he could not stand up.
"Ye Ming, are you okay!" Upon seeing this, Yang Yuxi hurriedly put down the drawing board, ran towards him, and supported him. Ye Ming waved his hand and pushed him away, then slapped his legs with both hands a few times, and then he trembled.
He stood up, moved to the drawing board, held it carefully in his hand, and then fell into a daze again.
Yang Yuxi got up from the ground, her brows knitted together in pain. While she blamed herself and pitied herself, she also felt a surge of anger. She strode up to Ye Ming, kicked the drawing board out, and shouted:
"That's enough for you. It's just a ruined sketch. As for letting you do this?"
Snapped!
The drawing board breaks off into pieces and falls from the air.
The corners of Ye Ming's eyes twitched twice, and then he suddenly looked back, staring straight at Yang Yuxi, with cold murderous intent rushing out, and his eyes were cold and emotionless.
"Yang Yuxi!" Ye Ming roared, the voice squeezed out from his teeth word by word, like a demonic sound coming from hell, filled with violent, angry, hatred, destruction and other negative emotions.
"I told you it wasn't intentional. What else do you want? Isn't it just half a sketch? Isn't it the girl of your dreams? But it has been three years since this happened. You have tried and worked hard, but it doesn't matter.
You can't find her, and she doesn't know you. How can such a person make you like this? Isn't a living girlfriend like me by your side worse than an empty person?" Yang Yuxi shouted loudly.
"You want to know, then I'll tell you." The corner of Ye Ming's lips curled up, and a cold voice came out: "A thousand or ten thousand of you can't compare to a single hair of hers. Are you satisfied with this answer?
