Chapter 394 I Want to Forget You
"The children are still young and can forget it quickly, but I can't. I hope you can understand." Ye Qiaoqiao said coldly and reached out to push Fu Juechuan away.
Fu Juechuan staggered and watched Ye Qiaoqiao moving further and further away from him.
He really wanted to reach out his hand, but finally put it down and watched Ye Qiaoqiao pick up the packed suitcase by herself, push it out, and ask the bodyguard to help take the luggage away. He was not needed at all the time.
Ye Qiaoqiao led the way with both children.
Mu Mu and A Yu held one hand each and jumped around, looking visibly happy.
Ye Qiaoqiao took the two children into the car.
As soon as Mu Mu climbed up, he stuck his head out and called out to him who was following behind him.
"Dad, hurry up, come up."
Fu Juechuan took two or three steps forward and sat in the back.
When he got in, he realized that Ye Qiaoqiao had placed the two children in the middle, and she was sitting against the window on the other side. The distance between the two of them was such that no matter what unexpected happened, they would not touch each other.
Realizing that Ye Qiaoqiao was estranged from him, Fu Juechuan pursed his lips.
A pair of dark eyes stared ahead.
The driver was extremely nervous and thought he had done something wrong.
It only took fifteen minutes to drive to the park.
Ye Qiaoqiao waited for the car to stop, then pushed the door open and got out first.
Fu Juechuan just came out here holding two children.
Ye Qiaoqiao had already instructed the male bodyguards to take down all the luggage including the drawing board.
Several bodyguards placed Ye Qiaoqiao's easel and other items in an orderly manner next to Mr. Demond and others.
Damon, Seya, Catherine, and Ye Qiaoqiao, the four masters and apprentices, all have their own display areas.
Because of the foreign appearance of Damon and the other two, their display area was surrounded by many people in the park who were watching the fun. The three of them were so busy that they didn't even have a chance to talk to Ye Qiaoqiao.
On Ye Qiaoqiao's side, with the help of the male bodyguards, she quickly cleaned up the situation.
Ye Qiaoqiao also brought a small drawing board for A Yu.
A few stools were placed for the children to sit on.
Fu Juechuan was unable to intervene throughout the process, and his mood became lower and lower.
It was not until Ye Qiaoqiao sat down in front of the drawing board that she actually opened the oil painting tools.
Fu Juechuan immediately put Mu Mu next to his guard beside him.
He himself stepped forward quickly and said, "Qiao Qiao, you can't paint in oils."
His brows were furrowed and his expression was unhappy. It was obvious that he was in a very low mood. His voice was not fierce, just a little serious.
"Why?" Ye Qiaoqiao frowned, "I want to paint oil paintings."
"Your body cannot touch the paint."
"It's OK." Ye Qiaoqiao looked up at him. "After using the relief potion, my health won't deteriorate due to touching the paint."
"That won't work either. Your body hasn't recovered yet, and no one knows what unexpected situations may occur. Qiao Qiao, don't take risks. Your physical safety is the most important." Fu Juechuan persuaded hurriedly, his stern face seeming particularly unapproachable because of the low pressure.
Ye Qiaoqiao chuckled, her voice cold, "I know my own body better than you do. Besides, I'm different from you. You don't even take medicine, but I do follow the doctor's advice."
"Don't worry, I won't die suddenly."
As soon as Ye Qiaoqiao finished speaking, Fu Juechuan suddenly reached out and covered her mouth, his voice trembling with grief and anger, "Qiaoqiao, don't say that word, I won't allow it!"
"You...let me go." Ye Qiaoqiao reached out to pry his hand away, a little angry. Her face was slightly furious and her ears were flushed. It was unclear whether she was angry or uncomfortable.
Fu Juechuan loosened his hand, but his brows were still furrowed. He said majestically, "Qiao Qiao, be obedient and don't make me worry."
"Why should I listen to you?" Ye Qiaoqiao laughed angrily, raised her head and sneered, "Who are you to me? What I do has nothing to do with you. You are just my friend. I hope you can be more sensible."
Ye Qiaoqiao said the last sentence coldly and bent down to continue removing the paint.
Fu Juechuan's whole body stiffened, his face looked ugly, and there was a flash of hidden anger and pain in his eyes. The complex emotions entangled with each other and gathered into a pair of red eyes. His eyes stared at Ye Qiaoqiao's movements, and finally became deeper and deeper. His sexy thin lips were pursed into a straight line.
When he saw Ye Qiaoqiao taking out more paint, he suddenly squatted down and grabbed Ye Qiaoqiao's wrist with both hands, as if he was helpless and resigned to his fate, "Qiaoqiao, isn't it enough that I promised to treat you?"
"I agree to transfer to a civilian position. I will not go on any missions until I recover." Fu Juechuan asked her, "Can you forgive me for this?"
Ye Qiaoqiao, who just didn't want to pay attention to him, finally raised her head.
"Can you keep your word?"
Ye Qiaoqiao's eyes were calm, "If you lie to me, then you don't have to talk to me anymore."
Ye Qiaoqiao became indifferent, without any hesitation or possibility of maneuvering.
Fu Juechuan felt a firm attitude from her. It was not a joke, but the truth.
Fu Juechuan looked at her and nodded, "I know."
"Now, can we stop painting?"
"Did you take your medicine at noon?" Ye Qiaoqiao asked back.
Fu Juechuan sat up straight and said, "After eating, you can ask Mumu and Ayu."
Ye Qiaoqiao saw that he didn't feel guilty at all, and since this matter was not easy to conceal, Ye Qiaoqiao didn't have any doubts.
"Can."
Ye Qiaoqiao let go of the paint, and Fu Juechuan immediately waved his hand and asked someone to take all the paint away. He ordered, "Give these paints to Mr. Demon and others."
"Yes." The bodyguards left with the paint.
Fu Juechuan saw Ye Qiaoqiao preparing the paper for Chinese painting. He turned back and explained in a low voice, "Qiaoqiao, when your body recovers and is no longer affected by the paint, I will arrange for someone to buy enough paint. I will give it to Mr. Demond to avoid wasting it now."
Ye Qiaoqiao listened to his explanation, her hands moving constantly, "Then I guess you won't be able to wait until the time comes to buy me paint."
Fu Juechuan didn't like the fact that she mentioned that he would leave first. Even though he knew that this was inevitable, he didn't want it to be mentioned frequently. He also wanted to be with Qiao Qiao and the children for the rest of his life.
He didn't want to leave with regrets.
He even worried about what to do if someone bullied Qiao Qiao and the children again after he left.
Father and Commander Ye will grow old one day, and there will be no one to help him protect Qiao Qiao and the child.
"Qiao Qiao, I'm looking for a cure. My mother has also been researching it. It's not that she doesn't want to research it, but it's not that the cure is too difficult. We've been researching it for almost two years, and there's still no result."
"Although there are no results yet, we have made considerable progress."
"The chances of me being cured are not low."
Ye Qiaoqiao looked up at him when she heard this. "Since your mother, Dr. Zhong, is working hard to research the antidote, it means she doesn't want to give up your life either. But you don't cooperate and take care of your old injuries and body first. Can you wait until the day she develops the antidote?"
Fu Juechuan looked at her deeply without moving his eyes. "I know that doing this is unfair to my mother, but I have reasons to do this."
"Reason?" Ye Qiaoqiao looked him up and down, "What reason do you have to not even care about your own life?"
"Sorry, I can't tell you now." Fu Juechuan subconsciously looked away when she looked at him, unwilling to meet her gaze.
Ye Qiaoqiao reached out and grabbed his collar, forcing him to turn towards her. She stepped forward and stared into Fu Juechuan's eyes, not letting him look away. She asked in a deep voice, "I'll ask you one last time, why do you insist on completing the mission, even disregarding your life?"
"Qiao Qiao... After I complete my next mission, I will stay at home and recover from my injuries... I have promised you that I will transfer to a civilian position, and I will definitely not break my promise," Fu Juechuan said seriously, staring at her with deep and affectionate eyes, "I will be able to recover from my injuries for the next six months."
"You just need to give me a month."
Ye Qiaoqiao frowned and sat back down.
She clenched her hands and felt a little uncomfortable. After all, she was almost kneeling on Fu Juechuan's thighs just now, and the distance between them was too close.
However, this uncomfortable feeling came when I thought that Fu Juechuan would never tell me why he wanted to take on another mission.
She felt that if she couldn't get the answer now, she could wait and try to contact Commander Ye to ask him if he had any news.
Thinking this way, Ye Qiaoqiao stopped questioning him and just sat back, focusing her attention on painting.
A Yu walked over and sat down.
Ye Qiaoqiao would give him some pointers on how to paint from time to time.
Fu Juechuan saw that Ye Qiaoqiao had calmed down and ignored him, so he pursed his lips and didn't say anything else. He just held Mu Mu and played with balloons beside him.
The atmosphere of the family of four looks both weird and harmonious.
When Ye Qiaoqiao finished painting a Chinese painting, a customer came up to her and asked her questions.
"Comrade, how much is one of your paintings? Are you willing to sell it?"
Ye Qiaoqiao did not ask for a high price, she just said a suitable amount in Chinese currency.
Upon hearing this, the customer nodded and negotiated the price. When he thought it was appropriate, he paid the money and took away the painting that Ye Qiaoqiao had just painted.
Ye Qiaoqiao casually put the money away, spread out the drawing paper again, and prepared to paint again.
At this time, an old woman came forward and asked, "Little girl, can you help me draw a portrait?"
When Ye Qiaoqiao heard this request, she looked at the young people following the old man and it didn't seem like he was joking.
She was about to agree when Fu Juechuan stood beside her and said, "I'm sorry, auntie, Qiao Qiao can't draw a portrait of one person, but I can draw a portrait of you and your grandson together."
"Two people?" The old lady nodded and said, "Okay, I have a few grandchildren, can you help me draw them together?"
It turned out that the old woman brought her younger family members to the park to fly kites. She had a happy family and many grandchildren.
Ye Qiaoqiao nodded and agreed.
However, although she agreed and started painting, she was very concerned about Fu Juechuan's words about not painting personal portraits.
After she finished painting the old woman, she handed in the painting and prepared to take a rest.
Ye Qiaoqiao stood up and went to get a cup of water to drink.
Fu Juechuan had already handed it to her, as if he had been paying attention to all her needs and was very considerate.
Ye Qiaoqiao paused for a moment, but still took the cup, took a sip of warm water, looked up at him and asked, "Why can't I draw a portrait of myself?"
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