First Marriage, then love: wife, never divorce

Author: Joe Mai MACHINE TRANSLATION

After eating, she returned to her room upstairs and took out a painting of the Iron Tower of Paris that Dongfang Jun had brought back for her to copy. This painting was the work of the Master of Fine Arts, Zhang Jiachuan, and it was said that it had won an award.

An ordinary person would not want a work like this. Mu Ru knew that Zhang Jiachuan would definitely not give it to her if she appeared. However, Dongfang Jun was Dongfang Mo's third brother, so the situation was different.

She had been too engrossed in her painting that night, so she did not even know that someone had pushed the door open from the outside and that a wheelchair had rolled in. She was completely engrossed in the painting and was waving her brush on the canvas.

"Is this a place for drawing? " The old and hoarse voice rang out in a low voice. She was so shocked that the brush in her hand, which had just been stained with oil, flew out directly, and then..

Then, she just stared blankly as the brush flew towards the wheelchair and towards Dongfang Mo's face on the wheelchair. Then, with a brush, a green oil paint was directly applied on Dongfang Mo's face, which was covered with grasshoppers It instantly made Dongfang Mo's face look like an old tree bark that was full of cracks.

Before she could react, she heard Dongfang Mo's Hoarse Voice Bellowing, "Xi Muru, are you looking for death? "

Then, the drawing brush flew straight towards her like a sword. It pierced her forehead and slid down her nose, painting her nose and lips green like a clown.

Her body involuntarily took two steps back as the brush landed on the instep of her foot. For some reason, the brush seemed to have turned into a square weight in an instant, causing her instep to feel pain.

She carefully squatted down and picked up the paintbrush. Before she could say anything, Dongfang Mo had already pulled her painting, which was not even halfway done, to the ground. then..

Then, she saw his wheelchair press down on her without any hesitation. It pressed down directly on the canvas that she had been painting for more than three hours. With a crack, the sound of the easel breaking..

No, it was clearly the sound of her heart breaking. The sound of fresh blood splashing was loud and clear.

"Xi Muru, I'm asking you a question. " Dongfang Mo's originally ghostly face was frowning in anger. Because of the green paint, the green grasshoppers on his face seemed to be squeezed together, looking extremely ugly.

"I. . . If I'm not painting here, where am I going to do it? " Mu Ru lowered her head, not daring to look at Dongfang Mo's face. Then, she whispered softly, "I don't have a study room, I… "

"Did I allow you to paint? " Dongfang Mo's voice was obviously filled with rage. Perhaps it was because the voice that he made in his rage was a little out of shape. In short, his low growl did not sound old or hoarse.

"But… I'm a student. " Mu Ru's voice trembled. She lowered her head even lower and said in a pleading voice, "If you don't let me go to school, i… "

"You're not a student anymore. " Dongfang MO quickly cut off Mu Ru's words Then, he said coldly, "what you need to learn now is not the dead things in the school textbooks, but how to be the first lady of the Dongfang family, how to share the burden of the Dongfang family for your husband, how… "

"I can't learn, " Mu ru blurted out almost instinctively. After saying this, she regretted it again, so she quickly changed her words. "Well, I'll learn slowly, but I really like drawing, can you see if you can… "