Nie Jia walked in with Huo Qing, and from a distance he saw an easel standing under the morning sun by the lake, and a little boy sitting behind the easel. Huo Yun, with long hair and waist, was sitting on a wicker chair beside him with black tea, and on his lap was a novel written by his half-read husband. There is a trace of melancholy between her eyebrows, but she does not affect her face in the slightest, as if she is the noble princess sitting in the gem tower, with sadness that no one knows.
"Mom, uncle is back, and he is also bringing guests." Ye Xiaojue hurriedly smeared color blocks on the canvas, and hurriedly looked up.
Huo Yun raised his eyes, his fingertips tightened. She naturally recognized Yan Su, a well-known brain surgery expert abroad. It's just that Huo Yun asked experts far more famous than Yan Su to be helpless with her husband's condition. In the past few years, she really hadn't considered this young doctor.
The Huo's villa is very large, but there are not many people. Except for the housekeeper and the medical staff, the Huo brothers and sisters, Ye Xiaojue, and Ye Shuming, who have been sleeping for many years, live quietly, except for their own. There was no other sound of footsteps.
After Nie Jia simply said hello to Huo Yun, he went to check Ye Shuming's situation with the medical staff. Huo Qing wanted to go in with him, but was dragged back by Huo Yun.
"Brother..." Huo Yun held Huo Qing's hand nervously.
"Relax, he is sure." Huo Qing said to his sister.
Huo Yun suddenly clenched his five fingers without saying a word, even breathing carefully.
Before Ye Shuming opened his eyes, he shouldn't have said this to Huo Yu. After all, Huo Yu has experienced too many hopes in the past four years, but Huo Qing believes from the bottom of his heart that this is still young. Dr. Yan, even he himself can't tell why. He felt that there were some pictures of Dr. Yan hidden deep in his memory, but he couldn't remember it.
In the room, Nie Jia looked at Ye Shuming's situation, asked the medical staff some more questions, and fell silent. There was no further movement, but he leaned back on the chair lazily, looking at an oil painting on the wall.
In the painting is a ghost orchid with a awkward posture. Although the composition is beautiful, it does not match the jade frame inlaid with it, just like a handful of earth in a gem box.
And this ghost orchid is the one painted by Meng Qian and Jiang Yang auctioned it for 3 million to Huo Jun.
Huo Yun is a painter, and his reputation is equal to Ye Shuming's status in the literary circle. Such a painting is like the graffiti of kindergarten children in front of her, a real painter, but Huo Yun is a cherished and valued painting at a sky-high price. The frame was inlaid and placed in the husband's room.
"Dr. Yan likes this painting?" Huo Qing pushed the door in and saw Nie Jia staring at the oil painting on the wall.
Nie Jia's fingertips rubbed his lower lip, and before a while, the soft lips turned bright red. Huo Qing's eyes were dull, and there was an extra rush in his heart. He wanted to rub the doctor's slender fingertips, touch his soft hair, and even kiss his blushing thin lips. Huo Qing's throat moved slightly, and it took a lot of effort to suppress this inexplicable impulse that was only directed at the doctor.
"Is there anything to like about this painting?" Nie Jia was unaware of Huo Qing's unreasonable desires, and continued to look at the painting.
Huo Qing grinned, "The painting is indeed not a good painting, it's just that I painted Shu Ming's favorite ghost orchid, and Xiao Yun was very happy, so he hung it up."
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[MTL, BL] The Villain Slaps The Protagonist's Halo
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