Extreme Pampering After Marriage

867 Deep love (Complete Edition) _1

（1）

I stood in front of the mirror in my wedding dress and called Fu jianchen again. I’m getting married tomorrow. If you come, I’ll leave with you. If you don’t come, I won’t draw anymore, Yingluo!”

If you don’t come, I really won’t love you anymore.

Fu jianchen.

On the day of our wedding, I waited in front of the church for a whole day in my wedding dress. In the end, I received a big red packet from him.

There was only one sentence written on the back of the red packet-

[I wish wanlai a happy wedding!]

（2）

When I met Fu jianchen, I was 16 years old. Because of my poor family, I stopped studying after junior high school and worked in a convenience store.

This was because the requirements here were not so strict. One did not need to look at an ID card. As long as one had a health certificate made for 50 yuan and could read, it would be fine.

The convenience store wasn’t far from Fu jianchen’s gallery. He often went to the convenience store to buy cigarettes, and sometimes he would call someone to deliver them.

Every time, the boss would send me to run errands. I entered a world that didn’t belong to me again and again, not daring to take a second look. One day, I stood outside the gallery and looked at the paintings hanging on the wall, tears streaming down my face.

Fu jianchen, who had been sitting on the wicker chair and smoking, walked out and asked, “hey, do you want to draw?”

If it was any other day, I would have wiped away my tears and turned around to leave, but that day, I nodded as if I had taken the wrong medicine and replied loudly, “yes.

Fu jianchen looked at me and smiled. He waved his hand. come in. I’ll teach you.

From then on, other than working in the convenience store, I spent the rest of my time at the gallery. When the boss asked me to deliver cigarettes to him, I ran away as fast as a eunuch who had received an Emperor’s imperial edict.

However, Fu jianchen was not a good teacher. He had a bad temper and liked to throw tantrums. He slammed the table and broke the stool after saying a few words.

The people in the gallery are afraid of him, and so am I. But I’m more afraid that he’ll think I’m stupid and refuse to teach me than that he’ll get angry.

（3）

I probably really have some talent in art. I’ve been learning painting from Fu jianchen for half a year. When guests come to the gallery and see me painting, they will praise me for my good painting and even ask me which school I’m from.

I smiled and lowered my head. I was too embarrassed to tell him that I didn’t learn it systematically. I only learned to draw from Fu jianchen for half a year.

After the customer left, Fu jianchen knocked my head with a candied gourd. don’t be proud. They were just being polite. Your painting is very ordinary.

I touched my head and said sadly, “I know.

He didn’t say anything. He just threw the candied gourd to me and leaned back on the rattan chair to smoke.

While eating the candied gourd that I rarely ate, I asked curiously, “why do you always wear a string of Buddha beads? Who gave it to you?”

Fu jianchen rolled his eyes at me and replied in his usual calm tone, ” “It’s none of your business. Little girl, don’t pry into men’s Affairs.”

I’m not trying to find out more about men, I just want to know more about him.

For example, I heard from the people in the store that he is actually the half-brother of the mo corporation’s boss. For example, I heard that he has been working as a manager for his sister-in-law. Most of the paintings in the gallery are her paintings, and they will be sold out very soon.

At this time, he would go to her to ask for the painting, but every time, he would come back empty-handed with a stomach full of anger, like a barrel of explosives that would explode at the slightest touch. It was very scary.

“It doesn’t matter if I’m scared. I want to follow him and learn how to paint from him. I want to hang my paintings in this Gallery One day and make a lot of money for him.

That is, if he agreed.

（4）

On the spring of 18 years old, my mother, who had been by my side for many years, left me alone with countless debts.

Fu jianchen seemed to have quarreled with that person and came back in a Huff. He asked me if I wanted to go abroad to learn painting.

Once again, I answered without hesitation, ” He wanted to.

Fu jianchen helped me pay off all my debts, left the gallery to someone else, and took me to Paris to learn painting.

He rented the best house for me, bought a lot of beautiful clothes, and even hired a very good teacher to teach me how to draw.

As for him, other than drinking and smoking every day, all he did was look at the sky.

When he looked at the sky, he would always touch the Buddha beads in his hand, as if he was thinking of someone.

Who was he thinking of?

One time, I couldn’t help but ask. He came back to his senses and looked at my drawing board that was halfway done. He coldly said, ” “Finish your painting and don’t meddle in men’s Affairs.”