Suddenly, a face full of sorrow and despair appeared in her mind, and a bitter feeling of being sympathetic in her heart. She couldn't help but blurt out: "He is very pitiful!"

"Who?" Qian Jun was slightly stunned, and for a moment he couldn't tell who she was talking about.

"Hu Ziqian." She looked up at him and said.

Qian Jun was immediately angry and almost furiously clenched his teeth, "Jiu'er who was almost forced to death by him was even more pitiful!"

"Even outsider, I can see that he loves Zidi so much, so Zidi's death is the cruelest punishment for him. What else do you have to be resentful?" Wen Wanting frowned slightly. He browsed and looked at the indignant man with an unconsensual look, and said lightly, as if sarcastic and sarcastic.

"Do you sympathize with him?" He looked at her with a cold face and raised his eyebrows, his chilly tone was a little weird.

"Isn't it possible?" She also raised her eyebrows lightly and looked back at him fearlessly, with a faint sense of provocation.

Qian Jun gritted his teeth secretly, feeling an indescribable depression in his heart. He didn't know why, but he was inexplicably angry when he heard her plea for Ku Ziqian.

In the dark carriage, her sad voice sounded softly again, "Qian Jun, you are not him, so you won't understand the pain and despair of "think the person you love deeply has left this world." , she emphasized, "He is desperate!"

"He blamed all the pain he suffered today!" He shouted coldly, full of displeasure. The more she said good things to Ku Ziqian, the more angry he became. His emotional appearance was very different from the gentle and elegant past.

It turned out that he was not angry, but just pretending too well.

In fact, he felt very distressed to see Wei Ziqian so decadent. After all, the two have been friends for many years and even as close as brothers. Even if there were many differences for Jiuer before, he would be frustrated with Wei Ziqian, but now he heard She protected Ku Ziqian every word, and he felt very uncomfortable.

"No one is perfect, who can be perfect? ​​You can guarantee that you will not make mistakes in your life? You dare to say that you have never hurt others?" She seemed to have a dispute with him, and she would say something. .

"I dare say! I don't!" He glared at her with angrily groaning.

"For the sake of Li Zidi, you can hide it from me..." She smiled coldly, and her accusing eyes shot sharply on his face, "You don't think that all of that is hurt, do you?"

Qian Jun's heart twitched violently and was speechless when questioned.

The atmosphere suddenly became stiff, and the two of them fell silent again, and they had their own feelings in the darkness...

After a long time, Wen Wanting gently licked her red lips, lowered her eyes and slowly raised a bitter and firm smile, and said lightly, "Don't worry, I'm not a person who speaks without trust. Since I agree You will never regret it! But..."

"But what?" He turned to look at her, frowned slightly and immediately asked, and his heart suddenly rose again, fearing that she would regret it and go to find Hu Ziqian.

"I + want you to do something for me tonight!" She looked at him with a bright look. In the car without a trace of light, her eyes shining like the stars in the night sky,

tonight?

"What's the matter?" Qian Jun's eyes were filled with doubt, and his tone was slightly tense unconsciously.

"Don't be so nervous, you won't let you kill and set fire." She pulled the corners of her lips as if nothing had happened, put away her sorrow and changed to bravery, and then said to him: "Drive!"

“Where to go?”

"My home!"

… … … …

A small two-bedroom apartment with simple decoration but warm enough.

However, Qian Jun had no time to take a good look, and she was "invited" into one of the rooms.

"Take off your clothes!"

She walked in front of him, pushed open the door and uttered three words coldly.

Qian Jun, who was about to enter the room, heard this, suddenly froze at the door, staring at her with big eyes and disbelief, "What?"

Is there something wrong with his ear? He actually heard her say... take off her clothes?

Hearing his strange screams, Wen Wanting stopped and stretched out to turn on the light, slowly turned back, and looked him meaningfully, then said word by word: "Take off, wear, take off." !”

Qian Jun was speechless and froze at the door and didn't know how to deal with it. At this moment, she turned on the light with a faint sneer.

As soon as the lights were on, the whole room was bright as daylight, so he also clearly saw everything in the room - it was her studio.

Did he want to take off his clothes because he wanted to draw nude paintings for him? This was Qian Jun’s first premonition.

A few seconds later, he had to admire his premonition... It was so accurate!

She glanced at him indifferently, then walked in on her own, preparing skillfully while casually saying, "By the window, or the sofa, you can choose it!"

Qian Jun put his hands in his pants pockets, stood at the door and hesitated for a few seconds, and finally gritted his teeth and walked slowly into the house. He frowned slightly at the little woman who was concentrating on preparing the brushes and paints, and discussed with her a little depressedly , “Is it okay not to take off my clothes?”

"No!" She refused without raising her head.

"Why have to take off your clothes?" His brows frowned even tighter, slightly unhappy.

She held the paint plate and looked up at him, "Naked paintings are more valuable!"

Qian Jun: “…”

Her straightforward words made the man speechless.

"If you make me unhappy one day, I will sell your nude paintings and make you lose all your face!" She gently curled the corners of her lips and looked at him with a smile, and rushed to him mischievously afterwards. He blinked his right eye, "Do you think I have a good idea?"

Qian Jun had a headache, but he had no choice but to do anything to her, and he angrily hated, "You must do this?"

"Do you need to prepare for ten minutes?" She tilted her face slightly, looked at him with a smile on her face, and was not afraid of death.

Qian Jun frowned hard, grinded his teeth secretly, and slowly clenched his hands in his trouser pockets bit by bit.

"Don't you take it off?" She was ready, but she raised her eyes but saw him standing still motionless. She raised her eyebrows lightly and asked "considerly": "Do you need my help?"

She asked, while reaching out to help him take off his clothes.

"No need!" Qian Jun was startled and quickly avoided her little hand. Then, while walking towards the sofa, he raised his hand to unbutton his clothes in recognition of his fate.

Soon, he took off his coat and shirt, and his strong chest appeared before her without any concealment. When his hands came to his waist and prepared to untie the belt, she seemed to be carelessly stopping it, "The pants are No, keep it next time!"

When Qian Jun heard her say she didn't need to take off her pants, she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but she immediately got her heart high after the words she said.

Next time?

This girl will never give up until she tortures him crazy, right?

He was frozen there, but she was not afraid of death and teasing him. She deliberately lazily and said slowly: "Of course, if you want to take off your pants together, I won't mind!"

Qian Jun frowned slightly, and a sense of indescribable strangeness appeared in his heart. Do she often do this? Take the man home, and then ask the man to take off his clothes, take off his pants and his face is not blushing or breathless. Does she understand what she knows Call it shame and danger? Isn’t she afraid of leading a wolf into the house?

Feeling that his angry eyes were staring at him coldly, Wen Wanting slowly raised her eyes to him, and was about to ask him badly that she needed her to take off his pants, but he saw that he had a cold face and fucked. +Sit on the sofa, naturally raised up + crossed your legs, put one hand on the armrest of the sofa, and the other hand on your knees... The lazy posture is charming and charming.

This is very different from his gentleness and elegance in daily life. It is even more dazzling and is simply fascinating.

Wen Wanting raised her eyes casually, but was fascinated by the half-naked man on the sofa, and couldn't help but become more determined to get him...

If such a man does nothing and lets him slip through his fingers, he will regret it for life!

"Let's start!"

As she stared at him greedily and reluctant to take his eyes away, he frowned slightly and urged her coldly.

She immediately came to her senses, lowered her head to hide her slightly red face, and secretly gritted her teeth and endured her urgent heartbeat, then pretended to be calm and picked up the brush...

So in the following time, the two of them never had any conversation. After starting to write, she put away her distracting thoughts and focused on depicting the handsome man on the sofa, with full of love and enthusiasm, one by one. Drawing him on paper is also deeply engraved in my heart...

Qian Jun looked at the little woman who was painting seriously for a moment, and inexplicably felt that she had an indescribable beauty at this moment. She was already cold, and now she didn't smile or speak, looking cold and charming. It makes people feel excited.

As he looked, he could see that he was so terrible...

Two or three hours later, when Wen Wanting finally put down her brush, Qian Jun's muscles were almost stiff. One posture was maintained for three hours, and it would be strange if it was not uncomfortable.

"I'm hungry!"

After announcing the painting, Wen Wanting stood up and looked at the man who was grabbing his shirt and putting it on his body, saying with anticipation.

Qian Jun paused his hands buttoning his shirt slightly, and looked up at her, "Ah?"

"Cook the noodles for me!" She gently pulled the corners of her lips and smiled as cute and sweet as a sister next door.

He frowned slightly, and looked at the little woman who was a few steps away in a flash. Seeing her flower-like smile, he inexplicably said something to his mouth, but he could not say it in the end.

So he said nothing, but silently rolled up his sleeves and walked straight towards the kitchen in her tender eyes.

He took out lean meat and tomatoes from the refrigerator, and he started to work very quickly. After about ten minutes, the hot and fragrant shredded tomato noodles were finished.
Chapter completed!