Mr.Liang's Wife Escapes Again

Chapter 138

Jiang Shiran opens the room door, takes a look at Xiaoyun, and then goes downstairs with a brush.

Re install an easel, lay the paper, and take out the brush that Li Xiaoji gave her.

This is her first and last time to draw with this pen, and she will never use it again.

Xiao Yun looks at Jiang Shiran and suddenly runs downstairs. She thinks she is going to look for Xiaoji. She turns around and chases down.

When I saw her standing in front of the blank paper in a daze, my heart dropped more than half.

How long has it been since she saw Xiaoji? It's been half a month.

She borrowed a notebook from Si Qin and searched online for the wedding photos of Li Xiaoji and Wang Yufei. She specially found a photo of Li Xiaoji who was most happy with her smile and put it there. Then she began to paint.

When I was with her, I had never been so happy with Xiao Ji.

Maybe, she is really not suitable to have such things as love.

He chased Liang Qiancheng for five years, and finally spent five years in prison to forget him.

After coming out, I thought he began to like her gradually, but only because of a promise from Gu youyou.

She laughed at herself, and then put the notebook in front of her and drew against her little by little.

"Dead demon, Ranran won't be too sad?"

Xiao Yun does not dare to get close to Jiang Shiran. She pulls down Si Qin and asks in a low voice.

"Airport, please think about it with your brain smaller than your chest. Why does she do this?"

Si Qin looks at Xiao Yun's chest with disgust, and then turns her head.

Sooner or later, he will find a man to abduct this troubled woman, so as not to torture him here every day.

"Revenge? Not really. " Xiao Yun lowered her head and thought for a while, as if she understood what, "she is blessing from Xiaoji, painting for them, as a gift, right?"

Si Qin shakes off Xiao Yun's hand, and then goes to Jiang Shiran's side to help her adjust the paint.

It was he who taught her how to mix paint, but she did it for another man.

Maybe God made fun of him. He taught her to draw, but she picked up the brush for another man.

The person who eventually teaches you how to dance is not necessarily the one who accompanies you to the end.

He was the one who taught her how to dance, but he couldn't accompany her to the end.

In the absence of ten years, he will try his best to make up for the defects. However, is Jiang Shiran willing to give him a chance?

Has given Liang Qiancheng's heart, can you divide him?

This painting is very serious by Jiang Shiran.

After she was released from prison, it was Xiaoji who helped her pick up the brush again, but she was not the one who held her brush to the end.

"If everything could be done over again and you had to choose it again, who would you choose?"

Si Qin looks at Jiang Shiran and writes every brush carefully, which is different from when he taught her to take the brush.

Jiang Shiran was stunned for a moment. She had thought about this problem.

If everything can be done again, will she choose to chase after her brother Qiancheng?

In fact, she did not know how she would choose.

If it is with memory to choose, perhaps she will not choose anyone.

But without the memory now, she would still choose Qiancheng brother.

"If it were you and everything could be done again, would you still choose to be a psychologist?"

Jiang Shiran can see that Si Qin doesn't like his profession. His technique is professional and exquisite, but he doesn't like it.

"If everything could be done all over again, of course I would not choose to be a psychologist. I would pick up my brush and paint all the time, with my little princess."

If ten years ago, he did not have her and chose to push her away, perhaps, there would be nothing wrong with liangqiancheng.

He and her will be another ending.

But, he forgot, some things are destined to be good.

Jiang Shiran and liangqiancheng must meet, and they will meet under the Jacaranda tree.

It's not someone else who caused all this, but himself.

Stop painting brush, go to the bamboo bridge, hands on the bamboo railing, looking at the small fish in the stream, leisurely put fish tail, playing in the water.

The bad situation here is so good. I really want Jiahui's mother to come here.

"When can I be cured? I want to talk earlier."

"The time has not come, the time is not ripe." With both hands removed from the bridge, he sat down at Jiang Shiran's feet, leaning against the bamboo railing, biting a bamboo branch, and looking at the mountain on the other side.

Opportunity is a kind of thing, although it can not be met, but sometimes, or need to be artificially promoted.

What Jiang Shiran needs is a chance to stimulate her nerves enough to let her speak, and this opportunity needs people to create.

And he is just the director of this opportunity, but the specific time is to see the protagonist in this opportunity.After a short rest, Jiang Shiran goes back to painting again. In addition to being in the kitchen these days, she spends most of her time painting.

Although Si Qin said he was helping her with the treatment, he didn't ask her about her condition these days. He didn't give her hypnosis treatment. He just lived together.

They are neither like lovers, nor like brothers and sisters, nor like doctors and patients.

In the evening, he told Weiss that Liang Qiancheng didn't go back to Liang's house, but he lived in Si Qin's house. He lived at the opposite door with Jiang Shiran. When he opened the door, he could look at each other.

Because of this, Jiang Shiran has been avoiding the number of times to go out.

In the latter half of the night, when she was sleepy, Jiang Shiran felt as if there was a soft, warm pillow around her.

The instinct of the body leans up, holds him, and buries his head in the pillow.

Liang Qiancheng quietly looked at the small woman in his arms, gently stroking her back, trying to make her sleep more stable.

The next morning, the alarm clock went off, and she was going to get up to prepare breakfast.

Open your eyes and see the magnified face of liangqiancheng. Jiang Shiran, like a spring pressed to the extreme, bounces up and wants to get out of bed.

But by the cool thousand city with arms to block back, long body pressure on her body, "good, don't make trouble, sleep again."

The eyes did not open, but the face moved towards her, buried in her neck.

The hot breath was blowing over her white neck, and her arms were around her.

Jiang Shiran did not make a fuss and spoke. He stretched out his hand and poked Liang Qiancheng's chest in an attempt to wake him up.

However, after several stabs, there was no response from him.

At the fifth time of poking, Liang Qiancheng picked up her finger and put it into his mouth with, "sleep again, it will be OK for a while."

A burst of crisp and numb feeling, into Jiang Shi Ran's whole body, all of a sudden soft down, even the hand from his mouth out of strength.

Waiting for a while, see Liang Qiancheng still did not open the meaning of the eyes, she again retracted her hand, but the hand was caught dead by him, still can't take back.

Maybe after waiting for a long time, there is no breakfast to eat. Xiaoyun rubs her bleary eyes and rushes into Jiang Shiran's room.

"Ranran, why don't you have breakfast today?"

Hearing Xiao Yun's voice, a nervous, Jiang Shiran pulls up the quilt and covers two people together in the quilt.

I hope she didn't see her, thought she had got up, and then left directly.

Don't see someone on the bed. Xiaoyun really thinks Jiang Shiran has gone downstairs to cook breakfast.

But she didn't mean to turn around and leave Jiang Shiran's room. Instead, she went directly to her bed, lifted the quilt and lay in.

When she touched a bare back, she opened her eyes. She thought that she had run into the wrong room, and she rolled down from the bed.

Take a closer look, it is indeed Jiang Shiran's room, but, naked back?

In her memory, Jiang Shiran did not have this sleeping habit.

Open the quilt and see Jiang Shiran shrinking in the arms of liangqiancheng, covering his face.

"Ah