Bold and passionate love: Acting coquettishly in Mr. Huo's arms

Did she hear it wrong? Oh, she's really old now, her ears are not working well anymore.

How could Young Master Huo, who always treasured his green hair and went to touch up the color every now and then, possibly get a haircut?

When Huo's father was still alive, he disliked this green-haired guy and stopped giving Huo San living expenses for a month, but Huo San refused to move.

"We need to go to the hospital to check our ears." Sister Chen muttered.

It's too exaggerated to hear Huo San cutting off the green hair. What if he accidentally offends the master?

Huo Yuanzhou gave her an ambiguous look and collapsed back onto the sofa, his large, bony hands covering his eyelids to hide his gloomy expression.

Huo's father is a philandering playboy, and his mother is no less so. She still lives like a socialite abroad. She just updated her social circle today and got a new 18-year-old blond-haired boyfriend.

Eighteen years old, not even older than him.

With such parents, who are used to the decadence in the wealthy circle, he has long been accustomed to the muddy life, and the world is always boring and gray in his eyes.

He was keen on racing in various dangerous areas, and thought countless times in his heart that it would be best to die like this.

Now, his chest was filled with indescribable irritation and emptiness. For the first time, he felt that this kind of life rotting in the mud was incompatible with the entire Huo family.

He angrily smashed the sofa, pursed his lips and fell silent.

It was windy and rainy downstairs, but the scene upstairs was completely different.

After giving Huo Xiaoning piano lessons, everyone went to the studio.

Huo Chenglin has a strong sense of personal territory, and almost no one is allowed to enter his studio or room except for the servants who clean it.

This was the first time that the small studio welcomed so many people. The empty room suddenly became much more lively.

Unlike other people's studios that are filled with their own works, the walls of Huo Chenglin's studio are clean, and even the drawing board is placed on the side, facing away from the door, as if he does not want others to see his works.

The cold and clean display style clearly conveys the sense of exclusion.

Ruan Xingchen stopped at the door and looked around.

She didn't take the initiative to lift the canvas to see what he had painted, but stood there: "It's time for Cheng Lin to show his work."

Her manners and consideration made Huo Chenglin, who was feeling very uncomfortable because his territory was invaded, secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

With a polite and gentle face, he said, "Wait a moment, sister-in-law, I'll go find it right away."

He went to flip through the completed works, and after his finger landed on a certain one, he paused slightly, and there seemed to be some struggle on his face.

With his back to the crowd, there was a hint of dark emotion in his eyes, which almost broke through the thin layer of calmness and restraint on the surface and burst out in substance.

After much hesitation, he finally picked up another painting.

"Are you done?" Shen Nai was a little impatient and urged: "Why does it take so long to choose a painting?"

"Found it." Huo Chenglin raised the corner of his mouth and smiled softly: "Don't worry."

Before turning around, his eyes flashed, and he suddenly seemed to have made up his mind, and grabbed the work he had hesitated about before.

The young boy with naturally curly hair smiled in the studio with the windows wide open. He was covered in the afterglow of the setting sun. At this moment, he looked like a little prince from a fairy tale, clean and beautiful.

He handed the painting over with his fair hands. There was inquiry in his eyes, as if he was examining the person in front of him. He said softly, "Sister-in-law, here you go."

Let me show you what kind of monster I am, that my own mother is afraid and disgusted with me, yet is reluctant to abandon me for the sake of profit.

As if unaware of his strange behavior, Ruan Xingchen took the painting with a calm expression and unfolded it.

Shen Nai and Huo Xiaoning beside him couldn't help but let out a slight exclamation the moment they saw the scene clearly, and Huo Xiaoning even took a small step back.

Huo Chenglin looked at everything calmly, with a malicious and amused light in his eyes, as if their reaction pleased him very much.

However, beneath that playful gaze that was like a thin layer of ice, there was a stronger emotion that seemed to be suppressing sadness and sorrow, surging violently.

No longer looking at the two people's reactions, his gaze moved to Ruan Xingchen's face.

The background color of this painting is rich black. Large areas of black on the paper create a depressing atmosphere, as gloomy as dark clouds covering a city.

Dark brushstrokes outline the distant horizon.

The rusty color of dried blood painted the dark crimson of the setting sun. On the empty plain lay an iron cage. Trapped inside was a little boy, barefoot, scarred, and dripping with blood. As thin as a desperate little animal, he was a heavy chain around his neck.

The blood flowing from his body also meandered on the ground, as if it was going to dye the entire land black.

Just one glance and it feels like a huge stone is pressing on your heart, making it hard to breathe.

No wonder Shen Nai and Huo Xiaoning showed such expressions when they saw this painting.

Ruan Xingchen remained calm, as if admiring the most ordinary scenery. He examined it carefully for a long time before saying, "Not bad."

There was no dodging or strangeness at all.

Hearing this, a strange light flashed in Huo Chenglin's eyes.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Do you think it's good, sister-in-law?"

There was a strange rhythm in his voice, and at that moment, the youthfulness had completely drained from him. He seemed to be both good and evil, and both his tone and smile seemed a little strange. Combined with the depressing picture he painted, it was even more unsettling.

The timid Huo Xiaoning clenched her palms. This time she did not retreat. Instead, she quietly pinched the hem of Ruan Xingchen's skirt and looked at her youngest brother worriedly.

Shen Nai curled his lips and said with some dissatisfaction: "Can you speak properly? You are so weird. What's wrong with you?"

She had seen all sorts of strange and terrifying sights in the slums, so naturally she wasn't afraid. Her previous reaction was merely a brief moment of surprise at the intense visual impact.

Huo Chenglin looked at her strangely and said nothing.

"Of course it's very good. It's rare for someone your age to be able to draw like this. You practice a lot, don't you?" Ruan Xingchen nodded, not sparing his praise. "I can see that you really like drawing."

That is why the painting can convey such strong emotions.

It’s not that she didn’t notice Huo Chenglin’s deliberate probing, she just didn’t care.

As long as they didn't make any mistakes of principle, she was always very tolerant of her underage brothers and sisters. She was just a newcomer to the family, so it was normal for him not to trust her.

Every child has his or her own personality, and she is not a machine that produces parts of uniform specifications, so she will not ask them to smooth out their edges.

A teenager who is still in high school can use colors to the extreme. Just looking at the paintings can bring people psychological depression. This is enough to show Huo Chenglin's talent.

"Don't you think it's strange, sister-in-law?" Huo Chenglin's eyes became more and more difficult to describe. "Don't you think that I, who draws such a picture, look like a... pervert?"