In the Yanyu Building, everyone listened quietly to the purpose of Mei Ruohong's visit this time. He told all the reasons for the quarrel between himself and Cuiping, including Jiang Muyun's disparaging words about him.

However, many things are different, and one thing has different meanings when it comes from different people's mouths.

In Mei Ruohong's view, Cuiping looked down upon his paintings and everything he had done over the years, and described him as a useless person like rubbish.

Miss Jiang Muyun said, your opinion is very clear.

"That's too much! You are his husband. You have been pursuing ideals and higher arts for so many years. This is such a noble thing. It's okay if she doesn't support it. She still belittles you like this. I can't help but listen to it.

I’m really angry!”

Wang Zixuan just likes Mei Ruohong. She can't say what's good about her, but she only has eyes for him!

"Yes, we are all here for painting. Painting is our ideal and our life. A person can live without love, but cannot live without life. This is really too much for her!"

"Yes, Ruohong, don't doubt yourself, your paintings are very good!"

They could almost apply what Cuiping said to them, and their family members also said the same about themselves, so all the members of the Drunken Horse Club were very excited and supported Mei Ruohong very much.

It's like they are fighting against the world, they are all warriors!

"Ruohong, I really didn't expect your wife to be such a person. I thought country women were just vulgar, but she dared to accuse you like this. How can she be a good wife? I think it's time for you to think about it carefully.

It’s about your marriage!”

After Wang Zimo said these meaningful words, Wang Zixuan smiled at him.

He has long understood what his sister is thinking. Ever since the green screen appeared, Wang Zixuan has been looking sad all day long. Now he finally got the chance. Maybe his sister's wish will come true.

With the comfort and support from everyone, Mei Ruohong felt that he had regained his confidence. Perhaps the relationship between him and Cuiping should have ended with the end of the age of sixteen.

When Mei Ruohong brought a few people back to Shuiyunjian, they found that Cuiping had already gone to work, and everyone was a little surprised.

Surprisingly, this country woman can write quite well.

"It doesn't matter if you write well, but your heart is still so vicious. You really know people but not their hearts!" Wang Zixuan, who has always been sought after by many men, must not be happy with them praising others, besides, she is still a peasant woman.

Originally, everyone wanted to support Mei Ruohong, but now they didn't see anyone, which completely disrupted everyone's purpose.

"It's okay, let's go paint by the West Lake. We're already here anyway, and the weather is not bad today!"

"Okay, no matter what, I can't come here in vain!"

Ye Ming's proposal was unanimously approved by everyone, but Mei Ruohong declined.

"You go ahead, I'll clean up the house."

The group of people hugged the two girls and walked outside. Little did they know that their hearts had already set on this shabby house. Who wanted to paint!

However, while Mei Ruohong was putting it away, another person came over. Du Qianqian, who was supposed to go painting with everyone, turned back at some point.

"Why are you back?" Looking at the girl he liked, Mei Ruohong suppressed the throbbing in his heart and pretended to look at her relaxedly.

Du Qianqian felt her breathing quicken a bit as she thought about being alone with him, and a suspicious blush flashed across her face, "I'll come over to see if you're done."

"I collect this very quickly."

She ignored what Mei Ruohong said and walked over to help him pick up the painting that had fallen to the ground.

This was a landscape painting. Du Qianqian looked at it carefully. She was in Mei Ruohong's peripheral vision, so he could naturally see her movements clearly and approached her quietly.

"What do you think?"

Du Qianqian felt greatly shocked!

"Although I don't understand painting, I really like your paintings! The colors are bright, there is a strong sense of contrast, and they are full of tenacious vitality!"

Mei Ruohong was so praised that he floated up, and his whole body felt as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

"I didn't expect you to understand me at a glance!"

This time, Mei Ruohong was even more sure that Du Qianqian was the one who was truly suitable for him. He couldn't help himself anymore!

"This is Zixuan?! She is so beautiful! She is elegant and perfect!" She accidentally saw Zixuan's human body portrait in the painting at the back, and that kind of jealousy grew in her heart.

"Zixuan is mature and open-minded. She is full of talent, temperament and charm, but that is a kind of beauty that has experienced vicissitudes of life. Qianqian, you are really perfect!"

Qianqian looked at the man in front of her in disbelief, "Me?"

"If there are really perfect people in this world, then Zimo is the perfect man, and you are the perfect woman!"

It has to be said that Mei Ruohong's love stories were one after another, which only made people excited and overwhelmed, and his affirmation made Du Qianqian addicted to it.

At this time, the kettle outside the house happened to be boiling loudly. The two of them were surprised to realize that the water outside had already boiled, and they followed each other out one after the other.

Du Qianqian got anxious and immediately picked up the kettle. Who would have thought that her hands would be burned red immediately, but someone was so anxious that he grabbed her little hand and blew on it.

"How are you? Does it hurt? I'll just come and get it. What are you grabbing?"

From his anxious eyes, she only saw anxiety, nervousness and surging love. Du Qianqian was too shy to look at him.

"Qianqian, when I first saw you, I was all about you, and I have never let go of you!"

Qianqian felt so in her heart, but when she thought of the other woman, she bit her lower lip in embarrassment.

"You and your wife, we can't do this"

"I just want to be with the person I like and love. As for her, I will divorce her. I am sure who is the person who suits my heart."

Under Mei Ruohong's hot eyes, Du Qianqian lowered her head shyly, as if acquiescing to what he said.

"Ruohong!" Zixuan rushed over and interrupted the flirting between them. The two of them let go of their hands in a panic. With this posture, Zixuan seemed to have guessed something.

"Qianqian, when did you come here? We are still looking for you!"

"I just came here to see if anyone needs help."

"Is that so? Then I'll help too!"

But Mei Ruohong stopped her and said, "No need Zixuan, everything has been sorted out."

Zhong Ming, who was next to Zixuan, looked at the two people standing together and muttered vaguely in Zixuan's ears.
Chapter completed!