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

It rained for three days in a row and the temperature dropped.

The door of the flower shop is often open, and a cold, damp wind blows in, diluting the scent of grass and flowers in the air.

The sound of raindrops hitting the ground is clear.

Jane Yan likes rainy days because this way she can stay in the store quietly and paint alone without being watched by all kinds of people.

It's not just because she's afraid of seeing people while on the run, but she also doesn't like too many people staring at her on normal days.

She didn't mind it originally, but ever since Si Yanchen's "evil deeds" were exposed by her and she became the target of public condemnation, she hated being the center of attention in crowded places.

That trembling shadow still loomed over her.

Today I painted a bouquet of white irises. This bouquet of flowers is for display and has been made into dried flowers and placed in a display cabinet.

In order to paint more carefully, she moved her easel and paints to the corner in front of the flower shop display cabinet, with her back to the window and door.

It’s a little more conspicuous than the original corner, but it doesn’t matter.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and it was about to be even more violent than the previous two days. The crackling sound of the rain hitting the eaves made the flower shop seem quieter.

Yang Ruoliu said that today's weather was suitable for drinking a bottle of beer, and Jian Yan nodded in agreement.

So Yang Ruoliu went to the shop and bought two bottles of iced beer.

"It was raining so hard that I almost got soaked."

The woman came back from the back door, leaned her umbrella against the door, complained, and put the bottle of wine on the marble table where the flowers were placed.

Crouch down and look for the bottle opener.

"Yes, the rain is so heavy, it seems to wash away all the dirt on the ground."

He carefully painted the three petals of the iris. The top petal and the drooping petals were whiter than snow. He couldn't help but sigh.

Yang Ruoliu didn't find the bottle opener in the cabinet, so she went out and went upstairs to look for it.

Jian Yan lowered his head, rinsed his brush, took the yellow, mixed it into the orange-yellow color of the stamens, and outlined it with a fine brush.

Add each stroke carefully.

Then came the flower branches and the yellow gauze ribbons with foreign language written on them…

Just then, a customer came into the store.

The footsteps were approaching from afar and sounded familiar, but she didn't think much about it.

The other person stopped behind her, stood looking at her, and said nothing.

Jian Yan lowered her head and rinsed her brush, thinking that this person just came to see her work, so she didn't pay much attention and just turned her back to him and painted her own painting as usual.

She thought to herself that he really had perseverance. It was raining heavily today and she thought no one would come, but it seems she was wrong.

The power of the Internet is amazing enough.

It was not until she mixed the wood brown color and began to draw the frame of the dried flowers that the person behind her who had been silent for a long time suddenly spoke.

"You don't want me anymore, do you?"

A familiar youthful and hoarse voice came from behind, and Jian Yan's hands trembled.

The wood brown color suddenly "swish" and left a long mark from top to bottom on the white paper, running through the entire picture, which was extremely glaring.

She turned around almost immediately, and the pen in her hand fell to the ground with a "click" because of her panic.

When he met the boy's gaze, he was completely shocked.

How can it be!

How did he find her?

She had put on makeup and changed her hairstyle and appearance, so how did he recognize her?

Without saying a word, her expression betrayed everything she was thinking.

The eyes are flustered, evasive and unnatural.

Tong Huaimu was stung by the dodge, and he grabbed her wrist, which was stiff with shock, and pulled her up.

He used so much force that he almost broke her fragile wrist. He clenched his teeth, his voice trembling, "Didn't you say you would always be with me? Why don't you want me anymore? Why did you abandon me? Why!?"

She was dragged to her feet and almost fell down. She used her other hand to hold on to the display case to steady herself.

He looked at the skinny boy in front of him with panicked eyes.

The man was wearing a dark blue hooded sweatshirt and black trousers. His hair was longer, covering his eyes. He looked at her with a gloomy and crazy look.

It was a look she had never seen before.

Her heart skipped a beat.

I opened my mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out. I watched his eyes turn red, and I felt like my heart was being cut by a knife.

"Amei, I found a bottle opener, do you want to drink with me--"

At this moment, Yang Ruoliu came down from upstairs with a bottle opener. When she entered through the back door, she was surprised to see this stagnant scene.

"Hey, is this your friend?"

The young man in front of him looked young, noble, and had an extremely beautiful face. But his aura was a little too scary, as if he wanted to eat people alive.

Jian Yan didn't know how to answer and subconsciously tried to break free from him.

The young man held her hand tightly, refusing to let go, his eyes becoming increasingly gloomy. He was waiting for her answer.

But I still didn't get what I wanted.

He was resentful and angry, his voice was extremely gloomy, "Am I not worthy of you saying a word, little mother!"

As soon as the last title came out, Jian Yan's body stiffened.

Yang Ruoliu was nailed to the spot as if struck by lightning, as if she had discovered some shocking secret, and she looked at the two people with surprise.

This young man who looks like he has a bad temper is actually Ah Mei's stepson!

Ah Mei looks young, but she is already married!

Her stepson is already this old...her husband must be an old man, right? Oh my God!

Jian Yan shouted almost at the same time: "Let's go out! Let's talk outside..."

The expression on her face that she feared being known hurt the boy so much that he laughed softly, and the tears in his eyes were forced back, "Ha...ha!"

This laughter gives me goose bumps.

She was at a loss and panicked. Xiao Mu's appearance came without warning, and she was completely thrown into disarray.

"Jian Yan, do you think I'm ashamed?"

Jian Yan's pupils suddenly contracted, and his heart skipped a beat. Thinking of something, he subconsciously turned his head to look at Yang Ruoliu.

The other person, however, had already covered his mouth with his hands, looked at her with disbelief and fear, and uttered a short exclamation: "Ah!"

broken.

she thought.

Discovered thoroughly.

Tong Huaimu's questioning was still ringing in her ears, and her head began to buzz, "Why don't you answer me? You liar!"

"You said you loved me, so why did you leave without saying anything? And you ran here!"

Jian Yan lowered her head, not daring to look directly into the boy's eyes filled with anger at being betrayed, "I'm sorry..."

"I'm sorry, Xiaomu."

The woman's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.

The only person she felt sorry for in this matter was him.

The anger in the boy's eyes was extinguished by her two words of "I'm sorry", leaving only dark sadness and suppressed madness.

His eyelashes trembled, as if he was trying hard to hide his sadness.

After a long while, he said in a hoarse voice: "As long as you come back, I will forgive you."

"How did you know I was here?" she asked him instead of answering his request.

She requested that anyone who came to see her paint not take pictures of her, and she disguised herself so that she would not be recognizable even if she was photographed.

How did Xiao Mu find her?