My Demon Tyrant And Sweet Baby

Chapter 2702

"Big brother, it's late. You need to rest early and go to work tomorrow." Lu Hao thought that he would not see Qing Wan after that, so he thought of drawing her portrait quickly. Tomorrow, he would wait at the door of the hotel, always see her again, and then give her the painting.

Brother Lu told his younger brother a few more words before he hung up.

Lu Hao took his mobile phone and sat down in front of the easel. Looking at the picture that had not been painted, he could not help but reach out to touch Qingwan in the picture and murmur: "will you divorce your husband? If he doesn't want you, I want you. "

Erdonghao: you can dream.

He waited for mu Chen and Zhang Xiao to divorce and waited for a lifetime.

Lu Hao wants to wait for his divorce from Qingwan. He can't wait for his next life.

Lu Hao continued to draw his paintings.

He really painted all night.

Especially in the early morning, walking here is not only fresh air, morning wind bursts, times comfortable.

After waking up, Qingwan, who had a good night's dream, saw that the man around her was still sleeping. She looked at erdonghao on her side for a moment, then she got up lightly.

Qingwan slept soundly last night, but erdonghao was a little sleepless. Maybe he was holding his wife and didn't dare to move. He was so hot that he quietly went into the bathroom for a cold bath in the middle of the night, and then he put down his evil fire. Then he fell asleep.

Before mengzhougong, erdonghao thought that after dawn, he would go to buy something to come back. He could not let her take medicine. Of course, he did contraception.

As long as the things are put here, I don't think Qingwan can do anything. Moreover, she has taken the medicine again, so she can't be pregnant in a short period of time, otherwise the medicine will have an impact on the child, and I don't dare to risk pregnancy at this time.

Erdonghao was relieved and was soon hooked by Duke Zhou.

Late to bed, late to rise.

Qingwan is reluctant to wake him up. After washing and changing clothes, erdonghao likes to see her dress. Qingwan chooses another lilac dress.

After changing clothes, she came out of the bathroom, went to the window, opened some curtains and looked at the beautiful scenery outside.

The sun just jumped out of the East, it was still red, and the dazzling light was not formed.

Qingwan wants to go for a walk. It's not far away. It's near the hotel.

After a walk, the man in bed should wake up, and then the couple have breakfast together.

I'll do that if I want to. Anyway, it's still early. It's not time for breakfast.

Qingwan turned around and left the window. He went back to bed, looked at erdonghao for a moment, bent down to his mouth, kissed his lips gently, and said softly, "honey, I'll go out for a walk first, and you can sleep more."

Erdonghao seemed to hear someone whispering something in her ear. He didn't hear it clearly. He wanted to continue to hear it clearly. The man didn't say it again.

Before he wanted to wake up, he went on sleeping.

Qingwan quietly left the room.

Just out of the hotel, he was stopped by a man.

Qingwan thought that he and the man were colliding head on, instinctively flashed to the side, but the other side smiled and said, "Hello, we meet again."

It's Lu Hao.

Qingwan looks up, calms down, and sees that it's Luhao. She frowns slightly. Soon she looses her frown, pulls out a polite smile, and greets Luhao: "good morning, sir."

Lu Hao looks at her with a smile.

Green Wan's hair is still scattered, not pulled up, but also a lavender dress. Even if the smile on her face is polite, there is no real feeling. In Lu Hao's eyes, she is the fairy in purple.

She looks really good in her skirt. Her hair is flowing. No matter from the front or the back, in Lu Hao's eyes, she is a beautiful scenery.

"My name is Lu, Lu Hao."

"Hello, Mr. Lu. Are you coming out for a walk, too?"

Lu Hao smiled and said, "can you tell me your last name?"

"Mr. Lu, I met by chance. Why ask more?" Qing Wan doesn't want to tell Lu Hao her name.

Lu Hao's eyes were too blazing. Even if Qingwan was dull, it was not right.

No wonder her man was in the vinegar jar yesterday. His eyes were sharp.

"My husband doesn't like me to tell strange men my name at will." Qing Wan added, hoping that Lu Hao would remember that she is a married woman, and stop pestering her.

She's not in the mood for red apricots.

It took two lives to get erdonghao's response. She can't ruin her happiness in this life, especially because erdonghao is so domineering and jealous.

Lu Hao thought of the fierce and proud man who had bodyguards following him yesterday. His bodyguards also told him that the woman in front of him was their wife and must be a rich young master.

He is also a rich young master. Lu's position in city a is much higher than that in city t.

"I don't mean anything else, but I think I'm very close to you. Just ask, or I'll meet you, and I don't know how to say hello." Lu Hao collected the affection in his eyes and explained it.

Qingwan kept a polite smile. "We all come here for holidays. After the holidays, we go home. I don't think we will see each other again. How can we greet each other? Mr. Lu, I'm going for a walk. Let's go first. "

Qingwan said that he wanted to pass by Lu Hao.

"Oh, wait."

Lu Hao once again stopped Qingwan.

Qingwan frowned again, a little upset.

Lu Hao looks like a jade on the surface. He doesn't look like a rascal.

"This picture was painted by me all night long. It's for you."

Lu Hao hands the picture to Qing Wan.

"Mr. Lu, I said I don't know much about painting. If you give it to me, I don't know how to appreciate it. It's better to keep it for someone who knows how to appreciate it."

Lu Hao kept the gesture of handing over the painting, he said: "you open it first to see if you want to take it back. If you still don't want to take it back after you have seen it, I'll leave the painting and keep it for myself."

Hearing this, Qingwan took over the picture with hesitation.

In front of Lu Hao, Qingwan unties the little red rope that binds the painting, and then unfolds the painting.