Possessiveness: The private little wife of the paranoid CEO

After getting on the plane, the phone was set to flight mode, and there was no signal. Looking at the blue sky and white clouds outside the small window, Shi Ran felt inexplicably anxious.

Even she herself couldn't explain the reason, in short, it felt like tens of thousands of insects and ants were quietly nibbling at her blood, which made it difficult for her to breathe.

Along the way, she could only attribute the reason to the fact that she didn't want to see Lu Beiyan too much.

After getting off the plane, she still couldn't help taking out her mobile phone, and saw more than a dozen calls from the nannies in the small courtyard among the missed calls. Almost instantly, her eyes were blurred, and her vision could no longer focus.

There is something in my heart that I am afraid of.

Ding dong ding dong, the phone rang again at the right time, she took a few deep breaths, answered it, and preemptively struck.

"Aunt Chen, did you forget where to put things again? Tell me, is it honey, or pepper, or watermelon? The honey is in the second cabinet on the left, the pepper is in the lower drawer, and the watermelon is in the refrigerator..." She Talking to himself, the words are very dense, and people can't get in.

Aunt Chen didn't interrupt her until she was about to cry while talking, and the panic reached its peak.

There was only the sound of the machine broadcasting in the airport, and there was a long silence. Then there was a long sigh, and Aunt Chen's voice said, "Miss Shi, the old man just left, come back."

Tears had already flowed down uncontrollably, hitting the clean floor, she hunched slightly, and sat in a corner by climbing the wall, her hand holding the phone was trembling, "How is it possible, I have only been away for less than five days. Hours, five hours ago, grandma was still smiling at me, how is it possible, Aunt Chen, you are joking, right? Impossible, impossible..."

She hung up the phone on her own, muttering to herself: "Impossible, I want to go back, I want to go back..."

As he talked, he walked towards the ticket counter. The fastest flight took three hours to take off.

She bought the ticket and sat in the corner of the waiting room, telling herself over and over again: Grandma must have played a prank with Aunt Chen, grandma didn't want her precious granddaughter to leave, it must be like this...

The door was snapped open, Lu Beiyan went straight to Shi Ran who was crouching in the corner, and hugged her.

"Let's go back."

The two took a private jet. Three hours later, they stood in front of the small courtyard, but Shi Ran stayed where she was, not daring to take a step. She was too scared. The fear was not a prank, the fear was not a joke, and the grandmother was really afraid. leave.

Lu Beiyan held her arms and held her in his arms. He gently rubbed her arms, "Go in, grandma definitely wants to see you too."

In the small courtyard, grandma was lying in a coffin, covered with a white cloth, the light in the small courtyard seemed to be darker than usual today.

The grandma in the coffin was asleep, otherwise her precious granddaughter would not wake up to call her when she came back.

Slowly, the moonlight climbed and stained the clouds, and the later the sky, the darker the light.

Grandma is afraid of the dark. She has been sitting next to the coffin since she came back. Now she got up and wanted to turn on the light, but her legs became numb unconsciously, but the light suddenly turned on. She didn't bother to look behind, just turn on the light.

Standing in front of the switch, Lu Beiyan felt as if a piece was missing in his heart. He felt that this feeling was very strange and it was difficult to explain clearly what kind of feeling it was.

When the old man of the Lu family and Lu's father passed away, he had no expression on his face and no waves in his heart, because he knew that he and them were just strangers with blood relationship.

At that time, all the people in the cemetery, those he knew and those he didn't know, were all crying without exception.

Only he, with a blank face, seemed to be participating in a performance meeting.

Everyone said he was indifferent, cold-blooded, a monster who didn't even care about family affection.

Even he himself thought he was a cold-blooded monster.

But today, looking at the old man lying quietly in the coffin in the small courtyard, he no longer calls him Xiaoyan Xiaoyan as kindly as usual, and no one will fill his rice bowl with vegetables as high as a small mountain when eating...

He suddenly felt a movement somewhere in his heart, as if a needle had been pricked in it lightly. It didn't hurt very much, but it was terribly painful.

Grandma just left without leaving a single letter.

They stayed in the courtyard for a week, and Lu Beiyan also accompanied her.

A week later, Shi Ran proposed to go back to City A. Every inch of the small courtyard seemed to have the shadow of grandma. It always made people seem to be living in the past, seeing things and thinking about people every day, and divorced from reality. This must not be grandma want to see.

So the two returned to city a.

She still hasn't resumed her studies, and she just eats, sleeps, and stays in the studio to paint normally every day.

Occasionally I go out to meet up with friends for dinner, and the days are still the same as usual, no different, and it seems to be different.

Lu Beiyan came back from a three-day business trip abroad, "What about her?" He asked in a low voice with long-legged strides before he could take off his suit jacket when he entered the door.

Aunt Ju: "Studio."

She followed behind, knowing what she was going to do without the man in front of her saying anything.

"Today she woke up at nine o'clock, ate a small bowl of millet porridge, and stayed in the studio until now."

Lu Beiyan nodded and took off his suit jacket. The weather in October began to turn cold.

He walked around the promenade, and a transparent spherical studio came into view, where various kinds of gorgeous flowers bloomed.

In the studio, a woman wearing a white gauze dress sat cross-legged on the ground, revealing her fair legs, the round-neck skirt revealed her fair collarbone, and her skin was as creamy as cream.

The nightdress was dyed with colorful dyes, giving the pure white a few thick touches of glamour.

She holds a paintbrush in one hand, and on the high-profile drawing board is the same girl in a white skirt, with a beautiful face, trapped in a forest full of eyes, with a beast with a smudge beside her.

In the studio, there are more than a dozen oil paintings that are taller than a person. The style of painting is weird and wild, the fog of the forest, and the strangled beast.

Lu Beiyan pressed the center of her eyebrows. Since her grandma left and they left the small courtyard, she never shed tears. Instead, she asked someone to carve out a studio in the back garden, and immersed herself in it every day.

He was very happy that she could find something to do, and it was such a thing that she didn't have to leave her, unlike staring at the gurgling water in a small courtyard all day in a daze until her eyes were empty.

But what kind of thoughts are hidden in her heart in the studio.

He didn't know.

With a click, his exquisite leather shoes stepped on the yellowing leaves and made a sound. Shi Ran turned his head and blurred a smiling face: "Are you back?"

Obviously since grandma left, Shi Ran suddenly became dependent on him, and would hug him and say, "Bei Yan, I only have you."

He will take the initiative to say hello like now, and will satisfy all his requirements on that matter, and sometimes even turn passive into active.

He used to hug her, the heating in the studio was very strong, he buried his head on her neck, exhaling warm air gently.

"I miss you so much, I'll come back as soon as I'm done."

Shi Ran buried her head in front of his chest, put one hand on his chest deftly, put on her pink lips, and whispered in his ear: "Me too, I miss you."

In the past, Shi Ran would never say such things. Lu Beiyan could no longer tell whether the woman in front of him was fake or genuine. He embraced her from behind with his hands, and put his thin lips close to her earlobe: "Ranran is good or bad." , will seduce people now."

Shi Ran looked at the hideous paintings in the room, and chuckled, "Does Brother Beiyan like it?"