Wen Meimei looked up at her husband's solemn and cold handsome face, "Chengxun, Luo Liu...he's here."
Qiao Chengxun reached out and pulled her into his arms, saying in a deep voice, "Don't look at him."
He didn't like his wife's eyes holding the image of anyone else, especially that man.
Wen Meimei nodded blankly, but her gaze still involuntarily fell on Luo Liu. This time, however, she didn't dare to look into his eyes.
Luo Liu came over and stopped by the table where the painting "Off Topic" was displayed.
Luo He immediately said, "Bro, you came just in time, your old flame wants to see you."
Luo Liu picked up "Off Topic." In fact, since Luo He brought this painting back, this was the first time he picked it up to look at.
The childhood sweethearts in the painting were him and his Meimei.
Back then, they were so innocent, especially Meimei...
Some memories flashed through his mind, but he didn't dare to think further, fearing he couldn't resist kneeling down to her.
