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

Jian Yan had been able to read people's expressions since he was a child, and guessing and pretending were commonplace. At this moment, he made a judgment based on Song Ying's tone, and then quickly changed his mood.

It was like thinking of something unpleasant in my memory.

Her expression was drowned in her thick and long eyelashes, seeming depressed and lonely, and she said softly: "I know, I can tell what is important and what is not."

Song Ying curled her lips and sneered at her words, "If you really know the difference, you won't do such a thing!"

His impression of Jian Yan still remained on the shock he felt when he accidentally learned about that incident a month ago - a complete lunatic!

Jian Yan looked at him with a look of wanting to say something but hesitating. She had no idea what he was thinking and made many guesses when she spoke to him.

After dinner, the two chatted for a while.

When she was leaving, she mentioned, "You are a famous painter now. When can you teach me to draw two pictures?"

Before coming, she had searched for his works on the Internet based on his ID, and the paintings were quite stunning.

She likes to appreciate paintings with artistic conception. It doesn't have to be the work of a famous artist, or even have particularly superb skills. As long as the emotions are there, she can be moved.

His brows knitted together and he exclaimed, "You are really weird. Back when our family sponsored us to study abroad, I asked you if you wanted to take classes with me when I was planning to start from the basics, but you showed no interest at all. Why do you want me to teach you now?"

"When I see someone who is good, I want to emulate him. Seeing you grow from a novice to an experienced person, I envy you," she joked.

"I admire your mastery of wind sense."

"I remember one photo of a girl standing on a tree-lined path, brushing her hair away with her hands. She was very beautiful. The sun shone through the leaves onto her clothes. The wind blew the leaves, and it seemed to be blowing the light spots on her shoulders. There were birds flying in the distance, and there was a sense of freedom in the vitality."

When Song Ying heard the usually taciturn Jian Yan say these words slowly and calmly, he was shocked at first, and then smiled.

I was shocked because her personality changed a lot after she got married, and I laughed because I could hear that she was sincerely praising my paintings.

Her perspective on the painting is very clever; it would be impossible to have such an understanding if she didn't really like it.

This made him, who thought she was joking, readily accept her reason.

"I never thought that I could make the daughter of the Jian family, who has no interest in anything, interested in painting."

He glanced at his watch and saw that it was almost one in the afternoon. "Then let's meet next time. Let's make an appointment at a place and I'll bring a drawing board to teach you."

Jian Yan replied "Okay".

After Song Ying left, the smile on her face faded and she returned to her usual cold look. She also picked up her bag and left the restaurant.

The reason why I talked about painting before leaving was, on the surface, because I was interested in his paintings, but actually, it was so that we could meet next time and get further information.

Every word she said was not nonsense.

There are interests at stake.

"Madam, are we going back to the villa?"

The driver looked at the woman's beautiful eyes and eyebrows in the rearview mirror and asked while reversing.

Jian Yan hesitated for a moment, "Is there a pharmacy nearby?"

The driver understood.

I bought a first-aid kit from the pharmacy, which also included medical alcohol, iodine, and bandages, which were used to treat wounds.

The driver asked pointedly, "Is your wife injured? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"I saw Xiao Mu often got hurt from bumps and bruises, and there were only pills at home, but no tools or medicine boxes to treat wounds, so I bought this and kept it at home."

"Madam is so virtuous and considerate. If the husband knew about this, he would definitely be very fond of her."

Jian Yan did not smile at the flattery, but said coldly: "It's just a small matter, there's no need to let the master know."

Hearing her unhappy tone, the driver immediately shut up.

She just bought some medicine for her adopted son, but she was actually being associated with some favor. The word "virtuous" was even more annoying!

The original owner was also a rich lady before she came to Tong's house. Now even a driver dares to mock her in words and deeds for trying so hard to win Tong Ruixiao's favor.

Where did you get the courage?

The Jian family and the Tong family had a business marriage. Tong Ruixiao was a respectable person, so even if she was suspected, it was impossible for her servants to annoy her or make life difficult for her.

Perhaps Tong Huaimu had said something similar in front of the driver, otherwise he would not dare to say such outrageous words.

A rebellious student is difficult enough to deal with, let alone a rebellious adopted son who is full of hostility towards her. If it weren't for the purpose of returning home, she would never do such a thing in her life.

When I thought about the fact that this medicine box was bought just for his scrapes, I couldn't help but sneer in my heart.

At this moment, the mechanical voice of the system sounded in my mind:

"Ding! The main storyline mission is officially launched: prevent the male protagonist of the campus novel from suffering from depression, paranoia and evil."

"What will happen when he turns evil?"

"Died by suicide."

When these four words popped out, Jian Yan's heart skipped a beat.

Died by suicide!

Tong Huaimu, who had such a bad personality that he wanted to curse to death everyone he disliked, actually committed suicide?

why?

System: "The original text of the novel world without host intervention is as follows: Butler Liu broke into the room and saw Tong Huaimu lying in a blood-red bathtub, breathless. The wound on his arm was soaked white, and no more blood was flowing out. He looked peaceful, as if he was asleep."

"In order to save the hero's life and change the direction of the world of BE, please take this seriously."

She gradually calmed down.

She only saw the surface of him now.

She didn't know how his character developed, and what he experienced that led him to his death was also unknown.

Although she hated his bad attitude towards her, she still felt more pity for him.

In the system's view, they are just characters in a novel, and the ending of their life is just a paragraph in the novel.

But she has been living in this real world for more than 20 years, so naturally she would not regard Tong Huaimu as a character.

Through the text, she saw the living boy die in front of her.

Thinking about my own death, is it just a few words?

I couldn't help but feel sad.

She couldn't save her own fate, but she could save Tong Huaimu, whose ending was very similar to hers.

It can also be considered as some comfort for the simple past that died.

"I will do my best." Jian Yan's clear eyes were black and white, and every word he spoke was as clear as beads falling in the live broadcast room, like an oath.

From this moment on, this was no longer a simple task. She needed to devote her true heart to understand him, to feel him, to find out the reason why he was so gloomy.

……

On the road at night, traffic lights are flashing.

Inside the extended version of the Mercedes-Benz, the young man lazily leaned against the back seat, his pair of ink-black eyes staring at the driver through the interior mirror with a scrutinizing look.

"She bought me a medicine box? And she said I didn't need to let my dad know?"