Seeing Liu Qingyuan saying goodbye to her so solemnly, Xiyu almost couldn't help laughing.

The staff of the orphanage were all newcomers. After discovering West Elm, they also recognized that this was Ruan Peichen's ex-wife, and they couldn't help hiding in the corner and whispering.

"Isn't she already an ex-wife? Why are you still here?"

"Are they really divorced? Not many people say they are just having a cold war."

"However, the ex-wife of our president is quite good. I heard that this orphanage was saved by her. It seems that there was an economic crisis before!"

The employees' comments about West Elm were not taken seriously, mainly because what they said was indeed irrelevant speculation.

Xiyu took Xiaowen, Liu Qingyuan, and the little fat man back to the lounge, and saw Xiaowen running directly.

When Xiaowen came back after a while, she was still holding a painting in her hand.

The painting was rich in color and full of vitality, which made West Elm very fond of it.

"Xiaowen, is this your painting? You seem to be talented in this area. When you grow up, should you try to be a painter?"

Xiaowen smiled and said, "I only drew half of this one, and the others are usually taught by my former teacher Ruan."

"No, it was drawn by Mr. Ruan. Here, here, and this place were all drawn by Mr. Ruan. Mr. Ruan said that the name of this painting is Hope, and it is a very good painting."

West Elm was stunned, and after thinking for a moment, he asked, "Is the teacher Ruan you're talking about the older sister who came to teach you oil painting and flower arrangement, as well as the violin?"

Xiaowen nodded.

Xiyu glanced at Nie Xiuer and said, "It's Ruan Peizhi."

Ni Xiuer was a little surprised, he squatted down beside Xi Elm, and looked at the painting seriously.

That pair of paintings used orange and gold, which looked similar colors, and the combination of strong and bold colors had a strong impact effect, but it didn't make people feel uncomfortable, but instead gave a feeling of fullness.

It's a thriving life.

"Hope? Teacher Ruan also gave you this name?"

Xiaowen nodded, and her immature voice rang out in the room, "Ms. Ruan said that people must always have hope, so that they can live a long and long life."

"She wants to live, to live well, to live hard."

"Aunt West Elm, why does Teacher Ruan work so hard to live? I feel that Teacher Ruan is so tired."

Xiaowen still doesn't understand that for some people, life is too fragile and soft, so they have to work hard to live.

When West Elm put down the "Hope" painting, his face was very sad.

After seeing it, Nie Xiuer said, "Xiyu, you don't need to worry too much about Ruan Peizhi's illness. Ruan Peichen will definitely find the best doctor, there is still hope."

"Is there really hope?"

West Elm couldn't help talking to himself.

Nie Xiuer: "Yes, I will stay and continue to follow up the Yangxin project. At the same time, I will also invite the experts who came to Qiangqiang Cardiac Surgery before. I hope they can help Ruan Peizhi's recovery."

When West Elm and Nie Xiuer came out of the orphanage, they were in a low mood because of Ruan Peizhi.

On the way back, Xielm couldn't help asking: "Ruan Peizhi had such a big incident, so I just left without going to see her, is that really okay?"

Xiyu felt a little guilty, especially because Ruan Peizhi's fainting this time had something to do with her.

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like