Mr. Fu Chased His Wife and Overturned Again

"Does it look good?"

The gloomy voice sounded in Sylvia Lin's ear, and she raised her head alertly.

Jiang Yucheng's figure did not know when he was standing in front of her, looking at her coldly, or at the portrait in her hand.

"How will you be here?"

Seeing Jiang Yucheng, Sylvia Lin didn't look good, and was about to step back and leave, Jiang Yucheng had already grabbed her, grabbed the portrait in her hand and looked at it.

He had been standing there for a long time, but she didn't realize it, and smiled happily with Lan Tingjun, his charming and charming face was bright and moving like he had never seen before.

He can't wait to step forward and pull her away. She has never smiled at him like this, whether it's the fake smile at the first meeting, or the disgusting look every time they meet.

"Jiang Yucheng, give it back to me."

Seeing his things being taken away, Sylvia Lin angrily wanted to take it back, but if Jiang Yucheng didn't give it to her, she couldn't take it back.

"Give it back to you?! Didn't you smile brightly at him? If you smile at me, I can consider giving it back to you."

Jiang Yucheng was very jealous, very angry, grabbed Sylvia Lin's hand tightly, and said coldly.

"Don't even think about it, I won't smile at you even if I die."

Sylvia Lin hates Jiang Yucheng more and more, and she can't wait to let him go away.

"You hate me so much, you'd rather laugh at others than look at me more."

With a cold face, Jiang Yucheng grabbed Sylvia Lin tightly, and Sylvia Lin's wrist quickly turned red.

She couldn't help but sneered, "Mr. Jiang, I would think you like me if you are like this. Am I lucky to be liked by Mr. Jiang?"

Jiang Yucheng shook off Sylvia Lin, looked at her coldly, and suddenly shredded the portrait.

"Do not!"

Sylvia Lin watched Jiang Yucheng mercilessly tore up the portrait, and looked at Jiang Yucheng resentfully.

She hated him, hated him, hated him all her life.

"Don't you like him, don't you want to keep his portrait, then I'll tear it up and show you."

Jiang Yucheng smiled bitterly and clasped Sylvia Lin's chin, "I said not to talk to other men, why don't you listen."

Thinking of Sylvia Lin smiling at Lan Tingjun, the anger in his heart couldn't help but come out.

The portrait was very well drawn, and it showed the most beautiful side of her. He was so angry that he tore the painting to shreds without even thinking about it.

At the moment of tearing it apart, there was a moment of regret, and he saw the deep hatred in her eyes.

Sylvia Lin slapped Jiang Yucheng hard, "I hate you, Jiang Yucheng, I hate you."

Jiang Yucheng's handsome face turned away, and looked at Sylvia Lin with reddened eyes, "Hate me? Hate me then."

Since she doesn't like her, then hate is also very good.

"Jiang Yucheng!"

Lu Wanchu's icy voice came from not far away, and quickly ran to Sylvia Lin, looking at Sylvia Lin's blushing eyes, distressed, "Young Master Jiang, I told you not to provoke her."

Jiang Yucheng looked at Lu Wanchu coldly, his eyes fell on Fu Yixing who was walking towards him, and he didn't say a word.

"Let's go."

Lu Wanchu took Sylvia Lin's hand, she had never seen Sylvia Lin so angry, this Jiang Yucheng is really a scourge.

Sylvia Lin bent down and picked up the drawing paper scattered on the ground.

Jiang Yucheng's temples burst out, and he stretched out his hand to grab Sylvia Lin.

Lu Wanchu grabbed Jiang Yucheng's hand first, and looked at Jiang Yucheng coldly, "Mr. Jiang, respect yourself."

Jiang Yucheng smiled indifferently and wanted to withdraw his hand, but found that Lu Wanchu's hand was so strong that he did not pull it out for a while.