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An Rao’s eyes widened slightly, then she blinked. “Hubby.”
“..” Bo Xiao was just teasing An Rao casually. Who would have thought that An Rao would not play according to common sense? This call made his heart stop.
Taking advantage of Bo Xiao’s daze, An Rao leaped out of his arms. When she reached the door, she turned around and made a face at Bo Xiao. “Dog man.”
“…” Bo Xiao wanted An Rao to come back, but she had already walked away.
Bo Xiao smiled behind him and took out his phone. Just as he unlocked the screen, he received a notification of “An Rao and Bo Yi fell in love because of the drama’.
After clicking on a few news articles, the smile on Bo Xiao’s face froze.
After logging out of Weibo, Bo Xiao made a call and threw his phone aside. He looked out of the window.
It was extremely hot outside. An Rao discussed with the old lady who was setting up the stall under the tree to buy a sweet melon fruit from the local market.
Bo Xiao was injured and could only eat porridge recently. There was no taste after eating it too many times, so An Rao would put some vegetables and fruits in to change the taste.
An Rao’s learning ability was very strong. Although she had not stayed here for long, she could already communicate with the locals in the language here.
The sun was hot. It shone on An Rao through the leaves, burning her face.
After hanging up Tang Yin’s call, Xia Wanyuan buried her head in the painting in front of her.
Yuan Wanxia’s name was already famous. Now that Xia Wanyuan was a professor at Qing University, she was extremely famous. More and more people looked for her to buy paintings. The small painting and calligraphy shop on Weibo had been empty for a long time.
Xia Wanyuan took the opportunity to sit in the study and draw for nearly three hours.
It was only when Jun Shiling came in to remind her that it was time to sleep that Xia Wanyuan realized that the sky was already filled with stars and it was already eleven o’clock at night.
The fish and lotus leaves in front of her were already completed. They were vivid and lifelike, as if they were about to jump out of the water.
“It’s eleven o’clock. Why aren’t you sleeping?” Jun Shiling walked in and hugged Xia Wanyuan from behind.
“1m done painting, Let’s go to bed.” Xia Wanyuan put down her brush and naturally reached out with both hands. Jun Shiling picked her up and walked to the master bedroom to put Xia Wanyuan down, then massaged her hands.
People had sleep time, but not for news. The trending topic was still there.
Countless rumors about An Rao had been found.
About her seducing the director, being kept by the corporation’s sugar daddy, and being treated as daughters, all sorts of messy news appeared.
In everyone’s impression, An Rao had automatically hooked up with the image of “cozying up to someone in power”.
