Become a stepmother and save the male protagonist of the painful literary school

Jian Yan put down the drawing board and began to sketch.

Today I'm going to draw a small pond. I'll use charcoal pencil to draw the outline first, and then refine the fish swimming in the water.

During this period, the rippling waves were broken and broken by the shuttle fish, and the leaves fell on the railing beside, fell into the water, floated up and drifted.

Painting is something that makes you forget about time when you are immersed in it. She didn't feel the sun moving, or even catch the arc of the white clouds in the sky as the breeze blew, and it was already noon.

After Tong Huaimu calmed down, he stayed in his room playing games. He won several rounds of competitive mobile games in a row, and his eyes were sore. He turned off the computer, put down his headphones, and looked out the window of the game room.

I saw Jian Yan sitting on a chair in the small garden, painting very seriously.

He couldn't help but think that painting was her hobby.

Then I thought, what about my hobbies?

An image flashed through her mind, but he shook his head and broke it. She lowered her eyes and laughed at herself, "You don't like studying, and you have no interest in business. Instead, you want to show off in front of the public... Tong Huaimu, you are really shameful."

He had no intention of inheriting Tong Ruixiao's property. He knew too well his own status and was happy enough to live a stable life in this family.

The so-called loving father and filial son are just superficial.

He knew that Tong Ruixiao never cared about him, and he didn't regard him as his father.

If you are disappointed enough, you won't have unnecessary desires.

He wanted to be an actor because he could experience different lives and create a different person from nothing.

He doesn't want to be Tong Huaimu.

But if Tong Ruixiao knew that he was shamelessly trying to flatter and curry favor with people in front of the big screen, she would probably kick him out of the house.

Tong Huaimu clenched his hands on the windowsill.

just wait.

After the college entrance examination, he will leave this home and go out to make his own way. He is not that woman who can't live without the protection of others.

He has hands and feet, so he can survive.

Jian Yan felt a vague gaze, she looked up at the third floor of the villa, but could only see the reflection of the glass.

The villa is designed with single-sided glass except for the lobby on the first floor. It is clear to see from the inside out, but nothing can be seen from the outside in, thus ensuring privacy.

With the pencil still in hand, I stood up to investigate who was looking over here, but at that moment the phone in my pocket vibrated.

She picked it up.

Frowning, "This strange number..."

The call came in the morning as well, but she called back and the other party was busy on the phone, so she thought it was a wrong number.

Called again, maybe it's a harassment call.

She simply hung up, but before she put the phone back in her pocket, it rang again.

"Om, hum..."

Jian Yan was a little annoyed. He answered the call without even looking at it and said coldly, "I don't apply for a credit card, I don't buy a house, I don't buy insurance, and I don't have children who need to go to cram school. What do you want from me?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for two seconds.

"Did you call me by mistake? If you did, I'll hang up."

A low, mellow and gentle voice sounded on the phone, and the voice with a smile was helpless, "Miss Jian, you didn't leave me a note, did you? Then I am really pitiful."

"Mr. Tong...?" She was stunned and sounded surprised.

She quickly took the phone in front of her and saw the words "Mr. Tong" on the screen.

This is Tong Ruixiao, not the stranger.

"It seems like there really is no note. This is really sad." Tong Ruixiao was surprised by her tone and sighed, "Do you really dislike me so much in your heart?"

The tone was disappointed and helpless. It did not contain accusation, but it was more effective than accusation.

"You misunderstood. No matter what I do, there's no way he won't give you a note."

Jane Yan was unmoved by the man's loneliness.

He explained calmly, "Just now, an unfamiliar number called me. I just hung up when you called me back. I thought it was the same number."

Tong Ruixiao was like a fox. If he wasn't paying attention, he would fall into his trap and get caught up in his words to answer "like it or not".

But she was calm enough and her emotions were not affected by him, so she was able to stay sober.

After listening to her explanation, Tong Ruixiao did not dwell on whether it was true or not. He just smiled and said, "No wonder you sounded unhappy. I thought you were in a bad mood."

I don't care if she is making excuses or not, my first thought is to care about how she feels.

She thought of the can of moderately sweet Diamond Amber chocolate candy and took the initiative to speak:

"How can I be in a bad mood when I received a present on my birthday?"

If he was simply wishing her a happy birthday with candy in a childish way and she gladly accepted it, this sentence would be considered a response; if his purpose was to use candy to warn her, then this sentence would be a sarcastic response.

Words are neutral; it all depends on how the listener listens.

Tong Ruixiao: "I was afraid that you didn't like it, so I was worried for a long time."

This answer caught Jian Yan off guard and she couldn't guess what he was thinking.

Then I heard him say, "Today is your birthday. How about we go to a restaurant as a family tonight?"

Of course Jian Yan wouldn't refuse. She had nothing else to do, so it didn't matter where she ate. "Okay."

As for "family", she thought he meant to bring Tong Huaimu along and didn't think too much about it.

At the end of the call, Tong Ruixiao said "Happy Birthday" to her again.

Jian Yan listened and felt that it was strange. Usually only children and the elderly would repeat themselves, and adults rarely repeated the same thing.

"Got it. Mr. Tong is so childish today. He said the same word three times."

"Childish?"

"childish."

The other end of the phone was silent for a while, then spoke again, still gentle: "I only said it three times, and I still owe you twenty-six."

It sounds a bit thin and a bit pitiful.

Jane Yan thought it was so ridiculous that she couldn't help asking, "Who told you to say 'Happy Birthday' as many times as your age?"

Didn't he celebrate his birthday?

"I will make up for the blessings of all the past years that I have been absent from your life."

His voice was so soothing, like the endless blue of the sea, deep and full of emotion, calm and heavy.

Somehow, when Jian Yan heard his words, everything around her suddenly became quiet.

She held her breath unconsciously, feeling as if she couldn't breathe. Like a balloon that was blown up but the air outlet was pinched, her whole body was in a state of tension.

When you feel suffocated, breathe deliberately.

She found that her heartbeat was a little flustered and itchy.

Why, I feel like I can't breathe...

It's not the crazy beating of love, nor the throbbing and sour feeling of being moved, but a strange feeling that I have never experienced before.

It felt like fluff was brushing across the tip of my nose, and it made me feel itchy. It wasn't a big deal, but I couldn't help but want to scratch it.

Just a moment of trance.

She did not allow herself to look for the source of that feeling, but suppressed it, coldly killing it in the bud, "Tong Ruixiao, your love words sounded very nice, but it's a pity that you chose the wrong person."