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Hearing this, Bao Xiyuan's face turned pale.

She stared at the innkeeper in disbelief, as if nothing like this would ever happen in reality.

The man looked at the picture of his wife with a sad expression.

He reluctantly touched the woman's face in the photo with his finger and said, "Someone once helped me draw her portrait, but I don't think it looks like ......."

Bao Xiyuan's heart seemed to be stabbed by something, and she was a little out of breath in pain.

Bao Xiyuan suddenly asked, "What if she didn't die?" Would you dislike her? ”

The man raised his head and looked at Bao Xiyuan like this, his face full of puzzlement.

He said, "Why should I dislike her? My wife is forced, she is not voluntary, she is clean, as long as she lives, how can I dislike her? ”

The man didn't seem to understand Bao Xiyuan's thoughts.

And at this moment, the blood on Bao Xiyuan's face completely faded.

She couldn't help but laugh to herself, and tears of laughter flowed out.

The man's words seemed to pierce her last layer of dignity.

She began to understand men less.

In other words, even if Li Xuan is defiled, Li Shenxing will be the same as the innkeeper in front of him, he will not dislike her at all, and still regard her as the most precious pearl in the world.

If that's really the case, then what is all she is doing today?

It turns out that when a person falls in love with another person, it can be like this......

At this moment, Bao Xiyuan realized how ridiculous she was.

The innkeeper looked at Bao Xiyuan, who was crying and laughing, and asked, "Miss, are you okay?" ”

Bao Xiyuan looked at the shopkeeper and couldn't take her eyes off for a long time.

After a while, she promised the boss: "Okay, I'll help you draw, but please also help me do something, and I won't miss you a cent for ......the room fee."

The boss looked at Bao Xiyuan in surprise.

Bao Xiyuan tore off a sticky note from the small table and quickly wrote down an address.

She handed the note in her hand, along with her mobile phone, to the innkeeper.

She looked the innkeeper in the eye and said, "When I leave, send it for me......"

The boss looked at her silently for a long time, and finally nodded.

……

Bao Xiyuan set up the drawing board, and the paint was placed at hand.

The boss made a pot of good Tieguanyin, sat next to her and watched her paint quietly.

Bao Xiyuan is only focused when she is painting.

No anger, no jealousy, clean and pure.

Her specialty wasn't portraiture, and this time she was painting more seriously than ever.

So serious that she didn't even notice when someone rushed into the yard.

The troop car was parked in front of the small hotel.

The boss got up from the stool and looked at it from afar.

In the car, a tall man was walking in.

The man was surrounded by a cold air, his eyebrows and eyes were cold, his aura was strong, and he seemed to walk with a gust of wind.

Li Shenxing rushed to Bao Xiyuan, grabbed her arm, and pulled her out of the chair.

Li Shenxing's movements were rude and tough, without the slightest pity for the jade.

His eyes seemed to be quenched, and he looked at Bao Xiyuan's eyes as if he was going to skin her and cramp.

Li Shenxing despised her and asked, "What about Li Xuan?" ”

At the mention of Li Xuan, Bao Xiyuan smiled.

She looked at the man in front of her who had almost belonged to her with affection, and smiled brightly.

And the next moment, Li Shenxing clamped her chin, choked her throat, and roared: "I'll ask you again, Li Xuan!" ”

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