Chapter 96

After she had a bad premonition, it turned out that she turned over again!

Under the sofa again!

She choked, in front of the confinement is too strong, she some powerless resistance.

After unable to resist, he could only watch Huan Jing on it again and restore his power of balance.

In front of the man's body began to become hot, hot a bit like a fever.

The heat made her not know what to do.

The crisis bell in her mind has been ringing all the time since just now. It's just that it doesn't work, NIMA. I can't fight.

How did she not find that the man in front of her was so aggressive before?

Huan Jing had already bent down slowly. When he bent down, he lowered his eyes, and the breath floated in her chest.

And then down, and on, and deeper.

Tang Xun Rui's body trembled, but he didn't have time to make a bigger reaction. Suddenly

The footsteps are coming!

The door of the outer hall seems to have been opened!

Tang Meirui didn't have time to make any response, so he saw a tall figure coming here quickly, and he even threw off his shoulder bag on the way.

In a few seconds.

The footsteps stopped.

Huan Tianzong just looked at the scene on the sofa, and his eyes were full of unbelievable expressions.

On the sofa, Huan Jing is pressing on Tang Furui. Tang Furui didn't wear anything, and most of Huan Jing's shirt had been exposed, and the hanging part covered himself and Tang Furui's body.

The distance between two people is so close, as if

Huan Tianzong clenched his fist!

"Little yellow hair?"

Looking at the visitors, Tang's throat is a little dry.

Tang's eyes turned to Xiao Huangmao, but Huan Jing's eyes remained unchanged.

He kept his eyes on Tang.

Tang has turned his head, but his angle is still on the side.

He seemed to know that the visitor was Huan Tianzong, from beginning to end, without any change in his expression.

In a way, it's almost like ignoring the people coming.

Huan Tianzong's fist clenched, looking at this too ambiguous picture in front of him, he almost had the impulse to turn his brother down from her!

At this time, Huan Jing spoke.

When he opened his mouth, the angle of his side face didn't move a bit, and he still looked at Tang's clavicle.

It's just a slight drop in my eyes.

"What are you doing here?" he said in a low voice, but with the smell of command. "Go upstairs."

Huan Tianzong took a deep breath.

He hesitated for a moment, stood for a moment, but even though his fist was about to break, he still didn't say anything.

His back turned silently, and then went upstairs.

To Huan Tianzong's figure has disappeared in the corridor on the second floor, Huan Jing's eyelashes gently swept Tang Furui's cheek.

"Why, absent-minded?"

This sentence is so low that I can't even guess what it means.

Tang Furui finally recovered.

"I just..."

She thought about it.

"Just because I was hit by the young master, I was a little unprepared."

Huan Jing chuckled.

Although the imprisonment of Tang Furui, but his arm strength is not big, maintain the right posture, will not hurt her.

When the man's breath sprayed on her, it was like the breath of deep-sea creatures, which made her feel a kind of peppermint, and she could not help but want to be close.

To be honest, she has always been curious about this man.

"Do we have to be here?" She asked, "in the living room, you can be seen at any time."

Huan Jing didn't move.

Tang ruorei knew that she was not up to her routine. She had already tempered her experience.

"Well, if you don't move, don't move, but," Tang said, "aren't you afraid that I'll kiss you?"

She moves so fast that others may not react at all. In almost half a second, she has approached Huanjing!

It's very close. I'm going to kiss it almost in the next second!

This move really worked. Huan Jing's lips seemed to be electrocuted. He immediately dodged!

She hasn't forgotten that he never kisses a woman,

just when Huan Jing is absent-minded and doesn't respond, Tang Furui quickly attacks back from the sofa and almost immediately regains the power of balance.

Huan Jing's confinement all failed, but was pressed in the inferior position.

Tang tiaorei jumped away from Huanjing and kept his position several meters away. She picked up the clothes she had taken off and said, "since it's late, I went to bed early."Actually, it's very early.

It's not time to go to bed at all.

Huan Jing fell into the sofa, and the light at night set off his skin as if it had been polished. There is no light in the living room. All the light comes from the neon outside the window.

Those passing lights and shadows seemed to play an artistic melody on him.

He didn't rush any further, or take Tang Furui back like a small animal to continue rubbing. He put one arm on the armrest and the other arm on his forehead. Holding his head, he looked at Tang ruorei like exploring.

The picture of a beautiful man has always been irresistible. What's more, this beautiful man's shirt has been taken off several pieces, revealing a large piece of chest stained by neon lights.

Tang felt guilty when she saw it, so she had to leave her sight.

She was about to go upstairs when she heard someone behind her.

"When I come back, I have a present for you."

"Gifts?" Tang turned around, a little surprised, "send me?"

Has her relationship with the young master reached the point where she can be given a gift?

"Well."

Huan Jing looked at Tang Furui from a distance, and his voice was like red wine moistening his throat.

“…… Good Tang Furui nodded and thought that it would take a month for Huan Jing to come back, "can't you bring me some American specialties?"

Huan Jing gave a "puff" sound, as if he had been amused.

Tang Rui was a little embarrassed, so he didn't ask about the rest. Anyway, a month's time is not long. It's fast to wait. The answer will soon be revealed.

In the evening, she returned to her sofa and began to make up her lessons.

She hasn't forgotten the thick pile of information that the female assistant gave her.

Generally speaking, even if she has read all these materials, she can't remember one tenth of them. But if she can't finish reading them tonight, she may be dragged out and killed by the female assistant in various ways.

Tang mianrui sleepily supported his forehead with one hand, forcing himself to look at the history of foreign art and the overview of traditional folk art.

The thought of sleeping every minute comes back.

With a slight movement of her head, she fell on the desk and her eyes were closing.

After a second thought, no way. If we don't make up for this, how can we accompany him to the exhibition tomorrow? Is it a vase for him?

After watching for half an hour, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Tang looked up and saw Huan Jing at the door.

Huan Jing stood there, half of his body in the shadow, and the other half in the light of the room.

"Young master, what can I do for you?"

When she saw Huan Jing, she was a little nervous.

But the man just brought in a cup of warm milk.

Yes! Hot Milk!

Several times, Tang wondered if her eyes were wrong.

She rubbed and looked at the cup in front of her, then rubbed and looked at the man in front of her.

She's not dreaming. It's Huan Jing who brings in a cup of hot milk! For the first time, so unprepared!

She's a little overwhelmed!

"You should have a cup of hot milk before you go to bed." The man dropped his eyes, gently reminded, Shun asked, "what are you looking at?"

Tang originally wanted to say that she was "looking at the history of European art", but without her speaking, the man had already glanced at him with his height advantage.

At a glance, he immediately saw what book it was.

"Why are you looking at this?"

Tang Meirui honest: "the female assistant said, today I want to see all these can, or tomorrow can't go to the exhibition."

By the way, she asked, "when is the exhibition tomorrow?"

She's still thinking about the pregnancy check list.

Huan Jing: "afternoon."

"Well When are you going to America? "

Huan Jing: "night flight."

"Oh..."

Sure enough, this young master is able to manage everything every day.

Before going abroad, I have to go to that painting exhibition again. Maybe it is of great significance.

Tang Furui guessed that tomorrow's lineup might be very grand. But as for the others, she did not ask any more. After all, it was not her concern.

Huan Jing took the list out of her hand and said, "I don't need these tomorrow."

"Ah?"

No need?

"Do you mean not to let me talk? "Don asked," what if someone talks to me? "

This problem, once again let the man's eyes, appeared a slight smile.

"If you are really so interested in it, I can help you with your lessons."

Say, Huan Jing sits down beside her, Hua LA at will turned over the thing in the hand, drew out the most pithy key point immediately."Let's start here."

"Ah, good."

Tang Furui's face was forced to reply.

That night, Tang Rongrui sat beside Huan Jing and listened to his class for at least two hours.

Huan Jing spoke in great detail, even more profound than these materials and textbooks.

Besides, listening to this man is a really enjoyable experience. His voice is not loud, his intonation seems magical, and his narrative style has its own logic. The most important thing is that when he speaks to you, it seems to let you remember every word he says.

The art history that Tang ruorei wanted to go to bed immediately after seeing it seemed to have magic power when he came to Huanjing.

In a word, she remembered all these.

At the end of this, Tang looked at the time and suddenly asked.

"It's almost twelve o'clock!"

Isn't it said that master Huanjing has a very strict routine that no one can break easily?

How can I stay up so late today to talk about these things?

Tang can't help admiring. How I like art history! How to follow your heart!

When Huan Jing was about to leave, Tang thought of a problem he faced when he first came.

Seeing that the other party was leaving tomorrow, she couldn't help blurting out and asking.

"May I ask you a question?"

Huan Jing turned around, as if waiting for her to ask.

Tang looked for Rui to consider for a while, thought that when he first came to do the naked model, he was examined by the female assistant.

She couldn't help asking, "why don't you like scars on girls' bodies? Is there any psychological shadow? "

As soon as this sentence comes out, you can clearly feel that the atmosphere in the room has changed.

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