Forceful Marriage: Young Master's Mute Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1271 - チャプター 1280

"You, how did you find this painting..." The old man muttered to himself as he turned to look at Thomas. He felt that it was strange.Speak of the devil. As soon as he mentioned the artist, Jessica found his painting.Thomas also looked at the old man and walked over to Jessica. The old man stood aside with his hands clasped behind his back and watched Jessica open it. He pointed at the paper, looked up, and said slowly to Thomas, "Hey, he is the painter who was with Shen Yan that year. Alas..." The old man sighed and shook his head. He glanced at Jessica again, feeling that fate was making fun of him.Thomas' and Jessica's eyes met, and both of them looked serious. In order not to be noticed by Old Man He, both of them remained calm. Jessica endured the surging excitement in her chest, and her fingers trembled.The painter who had been with Shen Yan back then was called Ye Cheng? Then, what about that Yan Ling? Was he her friend? Had she made a mistake?Anyway, Jessica calmed her

John had said that on that day when Su Mingdong brought Shen Yan home, there was blood on her body. That was when Su Mingdong injured Ye Cheng. Perhaps... he killed him?Thinking of this, Jessica's heart trembled, and she looked up at Thomas. Thomas faced her, shook his head slightly, and motioned for her to calm down first with his eyes.Jessica took a light breath and said, "What happened later? Logically speaking, as the domestic environment improved, more and more people knew about art. If Ye Cheng continues like this, he will definitely become famous. Why is there no news about him?"The old man looked sorry again. He touched the frame of the painting with his fingers and shook his head. "I don't know. I lost contact with him for a long time. One day, he suddenly came to me and handed the painting to me. He asked me to give him a large sum of money. At that time, he seemed to be seriously injured and looked very haggard. Later, he disappeared. Since then, I have never seen him

Yan Lin, who returned again, was a successful businessman, not a painter Ye Cheng. He was stronger than Ye Cheng, but he did not take Shen Yan away. If he just did not want to alert the enemy, he could have taken Shen Yan away when Su Mingdong was at his wit's end. At that time, Su Mingdong would definitely not have been his match.In addition, his final revenge was a success. Why didn't he show up from beginning to end? Why was he buried in the crowd? Didn't he enjoy the feeling of success?Could it be that they had met before, and that Shen Yan had already promised Su Mingdong that she would not leave him, so she had given up on escaping?Thinking of this, Jessica's heart sank. "Is it because of me in the end?"She covered her face, but her thoughts were still in chaos. Thomas stroked her hair and said, "Perhaps, Ye Cheng who returned..." He paused for a moment before changing his words, "Yan Lin, his feelings for Shen Yan are no longer the same."Jessica's body stiffened slight

Jessica's heart was beating wildly, and her mind was in a mess. Suddenly, a gloomy face swept across her mind. Thomas' words sounded. She held her breath, pinched her fingers to make herself come to her senses, and looked away.She said, "Blake, have you ever thought about how much trouble the release last time brought to the Qis?"She didn't want to talk about it and only asked herself to be careful in the future, but his pestering made her upset heart must stick to Jingxin Talisman."I've already cooperated with you and helped the Fergusons survive the crisis. In the future, don't involve me again. I hope you won't have any misunderstandings..."The man pursed his thin lips and looked at her quietly. It seemed that he had no intention of interrupting her.Jessica glanced at him and continued, "Yes, in the inside story no one knows, you and I are husband and wife, but so what? We are going through the legal process. In my opinion, such husband and wife relationship is no differen

"What kind of painting?"Winson craned his neck and glanced at his writing. He pointed to the last line of words and said, "Flower, a very beautiful white flower. She said it was garland-flower."Winson's writing was short, but someone absent-mindedly missed the end. He looked at the last line of words, "I've never seen such beautiful flowers, white like butterflies..."Blake closed the exercise book and handed it back to Winson. He said coldly, "Take it and rewrite it."Winson bit on the cherry. With a snap, he looked at Blake in horror. He hated writing the most. He had written it with great effort!"Dad, you can't do this. You can't torture me just because Mom didn't promise to have dinner with you. I think I wrote very well!" The little fellow suddenly stood up and argued righteously.The man looked over with cold eyes and looked at the little girl's little face. He glanced at Miss Susan, who came in, shook the exercise book, and said, "I heard that it was the driver who sent