Extreme Pampering After Marriage

869 Deep love (Complete Edition)(3)

He still left without saying anything.

This time, he was really gone. He had left France completely.

I’ve also moved, but when I was counting the paintings in the warehouse, I didn’t feel like I was missing a single one.

I don’t know if he forgot to take it, or if he kept it so he could extort a sum from me in the future.

（7）

!!

I’m getting married when I’m 28 years old. My fiancé is a businessman. Although he’s not as good-looking as him, he’s still a young man. Most importantly, he’s gentle and funny, completely different from him.

We had been dating for a year when he proposed to me. I rejected him after some hesitation.

Half a year later, he proposed to me again, and I didn’t reject him this time.

The wedding date was set, the wedding preparations were made, and the news was all over the place. There was a lot of news even in China.

The beautiful artist was about to get married to a gentle and rich man. The two of them were a match made in heaven.

Days passed, but Fu jianchen never called me.

On the eve of the wedding, I couldn’t hold it in. After changing into the three-million-Yuan wedding dress, I dialed a number that I knew by heart.

This chapter upload first at NovelUsb.Com

A familiar voice came from the phone. Hello, Yingluo.

it’s me, Yingluo. I hadn’t contacted her for four years. I was so nervous that my palms were sweating and my voice was trembling.

“I know,” In contrast to my nervousness, he was much calmer. what’s the matter? ”

My heart suddenly sank into the cold Lake. It was so cold that I couldn’t breathe. I, Hanhan, am getting married.

“Oh, congratulations.” is there anything else? ” he asked.

I clutched my phone and didn’t say anything. I only heard him say to someone on the other end,’mo Jiayue, if you draw graffiti on my motorcycle again, I’ll teach you a lesson.’

Fu jianchen. I heard myself almost crying. I’m getting married tomorrow. If you come, I’ll go with you. If you don’t come, I won’t draw anymore, Yingluo!”

When he was in France, he couldn’t bear to see me attending a banquet without drawing. He said that I was born to hold a brush and should sit in front of a canvas instead of staying with those people who reeked of money.

But at that time, in order to make him talk to me more, I always went against him. I deliberately went to places he didn’t like and made friends with people he didn’t like.

On the other end of the phone, Fu jianchen was silent for a long time before he said lightly, ” “Whether you get married or not, whether you draw or not, it’s all your business. You can do whatever you want.”

He hung up the phone. I cried all night. The next day, my eyes were swollen as I asked my fiancé to postpone the wedding to tomorrow.

I stood at the door of the church and waited for a day and a night, but Fu jianchen didn’t come.

He asked a friend to send me a thick red packet. On the back of the red packet was written-

[I wish wanlai a happy wedding!]

I carried my wedding dress and walked into the church to hold the wedding. I then casually threw the red packet to a homeless man on the side of the road.

（7）

After we got married, I was very happy. My husband was considerate, and I lived a comfortable life. I rarely used a brush to draw.

However, after her afternoon nap, she would occasionally look out the window in a daze and always felt that something was silently slipping away from her life.

I don’t know what’s flowing away.

two years later, my husband’s company went bankrupt, and his personality changed drastically. At first, he only mocked me, but after drinking, he started punching and kicking me, forcing me to draw for him and sell my paintings to pay off his debts.

But I haven’t picked up a paintbrush for two years, and my paintings have long lost their market and no one is interested in them.

The debt made him breathless, and he vented all his anger on me. Every time he hit me, he would hug me and cry, apologize, and promise that there would be no next time.

I chose to forgive him time and time again, I believed that he would change and that everything would get better, Yingluo.

In the end, I laid on the bed and the doctor told me that I had a miscarriage and that I could never have another child.

Facing my husband, who was kneeling beside me and crying, I chose to close my eyes and not look at him.

Because I’m tired, really, really, really tired.

After he left, I borrowed a phone from the nurse. The moment the call was connected, I was already in tears.

He didn’t say anything, nor did he hang up the phone.

After a long silence, I squeezed out the words with great difficulty. I want to go home. Can you take me home? ”

As usual, he didn’t hesitate much and answered without hesitation, ” okay.

（8）