When Chu Ci came in, she saw the medicine bottle in her hand.

He pulled his tie and slowly approached her. The thick wool carpet sucked away his footsteps. Zhao Moran did not notice his presence for a moment. She was not surprised until he sat on the bed beside her.

He slowly turned his head and looked at him with a little fear on his face.

She was still afraid of him.

Chu Ci's face was light, she reached out to take the medicine bottle in her hand and looked at it a few times, then said indifferently: "Don't you want to have a baby?"

Zhao Moran lowered his eyes: "No...I am...We are not married yet."

"It's going to be married soon. Besides, it's just that when you're pregnant, you're still married. What are you afraid of?" He said, and suddenly grabbed her chin: "Or still thinking about him, or simply not wanting to have a baby for me?"

As he spoke, his eyes looked directly at her, and Zhao Moran had nowhere to escape and was forced to look back at him.

Chu Ci threw the medicine bottle into the trash can, and the falling sound seemed to throw a huge rock into her heart.

He got up, threw the unbuttoned tie aside, then unbuttoned the shirt, and said quietly, "I'll go take a shower, you can prepare."

Zhao Moran suddenly grabbed his sleeve and spoke almost humbly: "No."

He turned his head and bent slightly to pat her face: "Don't say you don't, have you heard it? You are my wife."

After saying that, he walked straight into the bathroom.

Zhao Moran closed his eyes slightly and tightened his fingers.

She had no way to refuse, not because he was about to be her husband, but because he bought her for 300 million yuan.

Chu Ci may have some respect for her outside, but when she returned to her private place, she didn't want to hide all the bad things. He told her in practice how she treated the women she bought and seemed to be happy to toss her... For her, although she was not living like a year, it was indeed difficult.

Early in the morning, when she woke up, Chu Ci was gone. She got up, washed up and went downstairs to ask the servants: "Where is sir?"

"Sir, you have already gone to the company." The servant spoke congratulated.

Zhao Moran said nothing and sat quietly at the dining table for breakfast. The servant knew that they had a dispute last night because his wife cried very hard last night, and he saw that she was bullied a lot. They didn't know that the wife looked young and beautiful, and she heard that her family background was also very good, so why did she marry her husband?

They took care of themselves carefully, and Zhao Moran kept a distance from them, quite a bit distant. After all, she had no face to treat herself as the hostess.

After breakfast, she went upstairs to change her clothes and came down with her bag in her hand, as if she was about to go out. The servant asked quickly, "Where are you going, Madam?"

Zhao Moran probably guessed that they were going to explain to Chu Ci, so he said, "Go to the gallery."

The servant smiled: "Then are you coming back for dinner?"

She shook her head: "No, come back in the afternoon."

After saying that, she drove out. Zhao Moran drove a white BMW, which Chu Ci matched her. Now everything she arranged from head to toe was arranged by him, and she couldn't refuse.

About an hour later, she arrived at the gallery. The boss was her senior sister. Zhao Moran didn't work but could draw and sell paintings here. She was not famous, so a painting costs only a few thousand yuan.

She got out of the car and walked into the gallery. The senior sister was already waiting for her to come and said, "Someone took a fancy to your paintings and ordered seven or eight of them at once. I don't have that many here, so I asked you to come over and talk to her."

Zhao Moran sat down and nodded: "Okay, I've saved it all in my phone. I'll pick it for her later."

The senior sister approached her and whispered: "I've asked you for a high price, each with 12,000 yuan."

Zhao Moran smiled faintly: "Thank you, senior sister."

The senior sister also knew that something was wrong at her family, so she thought she could help her, so she started chatting: "By the way, has the company's turnover been resolved?"

"Yes." Zhao Moran took a sip of tea and said softly: "It's solved."

The senior sister couldn't help but ask a little more. Zhao Moran was silent for a while before saying, "I'm going to get married... He's pretty good, helping to solve it."

The senior sister's mouth was so wide that she couldn't say it out immediately. It took her a long time to whisper: "What should you and Gu Fei do?"

"Break up." Zhao Moran smiled bitterly: "Otherwise, what should I do? I can't watch my family go to jail."

The senior sister was speechless for a while and felt it was quite a pity.

Gu Fei is one of their most promising art academys in the same art academy. He was admitted to a famous foreign academy. At this critical moment... the senior sister is also a choice for girls to understand Zhao Moran. Sometimes love cannot be used as a life-saving straw, right?

She was about to ask Zhao Moran who his marriage partner was when a voice sounded at the door: "Ms. Zhao is here?"

Zhao Moran's body stiffened for a moment because she heard that it was Chu Yan's voice, clean and very clear.

The senior sister also heard it, looked at Zhao Moran strangely, and then stood up: "Here I'm here, I'm just about to call you."

She introduced to Zhao Moran: "This is Miss Chu, and she is also the one who likes your painting. Otherwise, you can talk."

She said again, "I'll pour a glass of water."

Chu Yan also saw Zhao Moran at this time, a little surprised, but she did not show too much surprise on her face, "Okay, I'll talk to her first."

The senior sister looked at Zhao Moran again and then went to pour water.

Chu Yan wore a pair of jeans today, with a loose brown sweater on it. Her hair was tied casually and looked much smaller. She sat down and smiled: "I didn't expect it was you."

Zhao Moran also whispered: "I didn't expect it either."

Chu Yan said straightforwardly: "I like your paintings, and they feel peaceful and far-reaching."

Zhao Moran smiled: "Thank you."

Chu Yan didn't mention anything else, but just talked to her. Chu Yan was not a professional, but Gu Anxi understood. When she mentioned Luo Lin, Zhao Moran was surprised: "Ro Lin? Do you know Luo Lin?"

That is a temple-level figure in the art world.

Chu Yan looked at her with some surprise, "Do you use 2G network in your home? Anxi is Luolin. We had dinner together last night."

Zhao Moran stayed for a long time before muttering: "She is Luo Lin? But... isn't it?"

Chu Yan knew what she wanted to say, so she said something that was hard to say for her: "She doesn't have an artistic atmosphere, right?"

Zhao Moran didn't have the nerve to say it.

Chu Yan said again: "She is also a driver, a stinky businessman, a hacker, a doctor... so many that I can't count, so it's normal for her to have no artistic atmosphere."

In fact, Chu Yan thinks that the biggest aura on Gu Anxi is Bo Xichen. It would be strange if he doesn’t have that smell when he sticks together every day. It’s the faint smell of medicine.

After Chu Yan said this, Zhao Moran relaxed a lot. After getting along with Chu Yan, she also felt that she was indeed a good girl. She was very open-minded and generous. In comparison, she shouldn't take Chu Ci's affairs too seriously.

Because of Luo Lin, the two of them had a topic, so when the senior sister came back, she unexpectedly found that the originally subtle atmosphere was pretty good now, and she couldn't figure it out for a while. However, she was a businessman and was very good at speaking, so she naturally recommended more works by Zhao Moran. Later, Zhao Moran was embarrassed and whispered: "Chu Yan, she knows Luo Lin."

Chu Yan smiled and said, "Don't praise her so high. After she got married and had children, I've painted about two or three paintings. They were all drawn by her father, and I probably can't hold a pen anyway."

Zhao Moran couldn't help laughing when she heard her say this. She was a little envious...

Chu Yan held his chin and said casually: "What height is different. As long as you really like to draw, just draw, and be happy yourself."

The senior sister looked at Zhao Moran and signaled her to say something on the spot, but Zhao Moran just whispered: "That's it."

She seemed to figure it out at once--

Chu Ci is Chu Ci, Chu Yan is Chu Yan, she likes Chu Yan... She is Chu Ci's wife and selling paintings to Chu Yan are different. After thinking about it this way, she began to introduce her paintings to Chu Yan.

Chu Yan was preparing to buy a new house and carefully selected seven or eight paintings, which looked like a total of 100,000 yuan and paid the full amount.

Although it wasn't much for Zhao Moran, she felt quite accomplished. She accepted the check and thought about it to treat Chu Yan to dinner. Chu Yan smiled and said, "The company has something to do. I'll treat you next time and call Anxi."

Zhao Moran was very happy and said goodbye to her in a slightly hoarse voice.

After the person left, the senior sister watched Chu Yan's car drive away with her, and then said softly: "You are quite generous in your actions and have a good vision. The paintings she picked out are the best you can draw."

Zhao Moran nodded: "She and Luo Lin are friends, and they are from the Chu family, so their vision is naturally different."

The senior sister turned around and said, "You guys, I looked a little out of control at the beginning?"

Zhao Moran was silent for a while before speaking softly: "She is Chu Ci's sister."

Chu Ci?

Chu Ci's sister?

The senior sister's mouth opened again... It took a long time to say: "You actually have such a fate?"

Zhao Moran smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect it, but Chu Yan is quite cute, no wonder Chu Ci couldn't forget it."

The senior sister agreed with this: "Yes, you see, she is actually about the same age as us, but the occasionally expression she shows is quite like a child, and she must have been spoiled since childhood."

After she said this, she felt a little confused and wanted to make up for it. However, Zhao Moran didn't care much, "Yes, Bai Xun is even more pampered now."

She was afraid that the senior sister wouldn't know, so she explained again: "It's the one who is very popular now."

The senior sister opened her mouth wide and said for a long time: "Bai Xun, her husband?"

Zhao Moran nodded.

The senior sister sat down and howled: 'That's my husband...'

Zhao Moran was speechless for a moment. Why are you still chasing stars?

After having dinner with her senior sister, she heard her crying and scolded Bai Xun, the unfaithful man, and she was helpless and funny. She felt quite speechless when she went back.

When she went back, the servant immediately came forward: "Mrs. Are you back?"

Since last night, they have started calling Mrs. Zhao since Miss Zhao, but Zhao Moran doesn't care. She nodded and was about to go upstairs. The servant suddenly said in embarrassment: "Sir, too, are back, and people are upstairs."

Zhao Moran's body stiffened, and then looked at the time, it was only four o'clock in the afternoon.

Chu Ci came back at four o'clock?

Her voice was sour: "Okay, I understand."
To be continued...