“How can I tear up a painting that my wife painted for me for the first time? I want to frame it and treasure it, so that I can take it out and admire it later when I am older, with a special touch.”
Sunan: “If you don’t frame that painting, you’re a puppy!”
War Yin said in a deep voice: “Not only do I want to frame it, I want to hang it in my and Hai Tong’s room and look at it twice in the morning and evening.”
Remind him not to be so careful all the time and not to mess with her over the slightest thing.
Make her angry, make her sad and bring her to tears.
Sunan bristled, “Do you dare to hang it on the wall in your office?”
“Why would I hang it there? The painting my wife painted for me belongs to our boudoir affair as husband and wife, we don’t let outsiders see it, so you’d better just forget what’s on it.”
“No more chit-chat, I’ll catch up on some sleep.”
He hadn’t rested well for the last two or three days.
“You sleep.”
Sunan hung up the phone.
He thought that War Yin couldn’t understand the deep meaning of the painting and had purposely called him, thinking that he would have a chance to mock War Yin.
I didn’t expect that not only did he realize it, but he was also able to spread some dog food and show his love for the couple.
The two are worthy of being a couple, with different thinking.
Hai Tong didn’t know that Zhangyin had rushed back overnight because she had gone for a drink, and now she had to fly over again.
She was woken up by a burst of mobile phone ringing.
Waking up and feeling a splitting headache, she endured the headache and took the phone to answer the call.
“Miss Hai, it’s me, are you up? Open the door and let me in.”
“Aunt Leung ah – you wait, I’m going out to open the door now.”
Hai Tong looked around once to make sure she had woken up at home, so I guess it must have been Xiaojun who had sent her back.
She fought through her headache and got up, going out to open the door for Aunt Liang.
Apart from Aunt Liang, there were also Hai Ling and her mother and son.
“Sister.”
Seeing her sister standing in the doorway with her nephew in her arms, Hai Tong called out to her sister sheepishly.
Hai Ling carried her son into the house and walked straight to the sofa and sat down.
Hai Tong whispered and asked Aunt Liang, “Does my sister know that I went drinking?”
“Don’t ask Aunt Liang, I can still smell the alcohol on you.”
Hai Tong spat out her tongue.
She had changed her clothes on her body, and since she hadn’t showered, she gasped for air and could still smell the wine.
“Sis, I just went for a couple of drinks with Xiaojun, I didn’t drink much.”
Hai Tong came over and sat down next to her sister, then picked up Yang Yang.
“Yang Yang.”
“Sister-in-law talks so stinky.”
The little one was surprisingly disgusted and twisted around to crawl back into his mother’s arms.
Hai Tong smiled awkwardly, “Little Auntie just woke up and hasn’t washed and brushed yet, Little Auntie will go take a bath now and make sure she smells good in a while.”
Hai Ling said to her, “Don’t hurry up and go take a shower and change your clothes, Xiao Fei said she’ll come over to pick us both up later herself.”
“Oh yes, oh yes, I forgot, we’re going to Auntie’s house today.”
Hai Tong got up and hurriedly slipped back into the room.
Aunt Liang knew that Eldest Young Grandmother hadn’t eaten yet, and silently went into the kitchen to prepare food for Hai Tong.
Ten minutes later.
Hai Tong came out, and when her sister wasn’t looking, she slipped into the kitchen first and asked in a whisper, “Aunt Liang, did Mr. War come back last night?”
Last night, she had a dream all night.
They were all related to Zhan Yin.
Dreams of him coming back, dreams of him holding her and seeing her drunk and how distraught he was.