Chapter 1490 Forced to do this
Maybe Nan Jiaojiao doesn’t know how to do it at all. It was Shen Shichu who found the gunman, but on the surface, someone needs to take the blame. He hid Nan Jiaojiao in an attempt to cover up, but instead It was more credible. Without Shen Shichu, Nan Jiaojiao's so-called architectural talent was exposed. She didn't dare to take this halo, so she stopped touching it in the future.
Very scheming!
Ye Congwen waited until she was less excited, walked in, and helped her out from a pile of trampled paintings.
"Okay, I won't mention it. I haven't cared about Jiaojiao. Let's go downstairs to eat."
"You're always like this!" Lin Shuyun pushed him away, "I'm warning you, no matter what method you use to make Nan Jiaojiao resign, she shouldn't have such a good life. Also, she is not allowed to paint again in the future. If she doesn’t listen, she’ll cut off her hand and paint every day! She’s as mean as ever in her heart…”
“Shuyun!”
Ye Congwen’s face was covered with injuries. "It's been so long, why do you still mention it."
Lin Shuyun took a deep breath and pointed at the room, "Has it passed? Then why are you still keeping these things!"
She pushed Ye Congwen away and went out angrily, without going downstairs to eat, and slammed the bedroom door hard.
Ye Congwen suddenly felt a pain in his heart. He gave a hand and supported the wall, trying to find a place to sit down, but found that there was no room for people to sit anywhere in the room.
Before today, Lin Shuyun had opened this room after her miscarriage three years ago. At that time, she had almost destroyed everything. However, she was weak at the time and could not destroy or smash many things. It wasn't much damaged, but the paint had been spilled everywhere. She didn't allow anyone to clean it up, and Ye Congwen didn't ask anyone to clean it up, so he just locked the door.
Today she destroyed it again, and there was no place to put her foot down. Not one of the paintings left by that person was intact.
The chairs and beds were either made of paint or broken pieces of something. Ye Congwen squatted down holding his head, his shoulders shaking slightly. An hour later, Ye Congwen parked the car outside the villa and moved several boxes of things from the trunk and back seat.
Just as she was about to make a call, Ye Congjie came out of the villa. She was wearing purple pajamas. Before she came out, she grabbed a thick coat and put it on her body. There were no sleeves. The top buttons of the dress were buttoned and the collar was tight. The neck is not visible.
She glanced at the things on the ground and tugged at the corner of her mouth, "Are they all ruined like this?"
"Third sister, I will put these things here with you first. You can find a place. Keep it. There is a high probability that I won’t be able to get it back. If it bothers you, find a room far away from you.”
“It won’t bother me. My family is big, so I’ll put some things away. "It's still okay."
Ye Congjie walked around one of the boxes for a few steps, kicked off the lid, and took a look inside, "Lin Shuyun has been holding it in for so many years, but she can't hold it in anymore. She didn’t even dare to destroy these things even though she had an abortion. She was somewhat afraid of you. What happened this time that she was so brave that she forced you to do this?”
This man couldn't keep something he had cherished for more than twenty years, and he was reluctant to throw it away, so he personally moved it to her in the middle of the night and asked her to keep it.
Really useless.
"Okay, I'll leave it for you, just to keep it in mind. If one day you think of these rags, come and take a look at them."
Ye Congwen pursed his lips and said, "Third sister, please don't irritate Shuyun again. It's not easy for her after so many years."
(End of Chapter)