Quick Travel: When a delicate beauty becomes cannon fodder

Chapter 239 Blasphemy (27)

On the other hand, Ning Huai was so anxious that he sent several messages in a row but received no reply.

Someone's beautiful and bewitching face appeared in my mind, and I couldn't sit still. The sound of the glass hitting the table was slightly heavier, and water droplets sloshed out and sprinkled on his slightly rough hands. A few of them happened to accumulate on the wrist. on the hand socket.

Ning Huai waved his hand and typed a lot of words on the screen, but he only dared to test carefully.

After receiving the new reply, he finally confirmed something and stopped being bombarded with messages.

Only one face was slightly gloomy and gloomy.

Ruan Ruan lay down on the bed after washing up. The room was designed in a European style with soft colors.Light gray curtains block the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, carpets are spread on the wooden floor, and a hooded table lamp is placed on the cabinet next to the bedside, emitting soft light.

He Tianzhou did not return to the master bedroom. The lights in the studio were on, and some light came from the crack in the door below.

In front of the easel, he was wearing a pair of gold chain glasses. His eyebrows behind the lenses were slightly lowered, showing some seriousness.He persisted in drawing the knife, stained some oil paint on his fingertips, and a snow fell on the canvas.

The snowman piled up in front of him looks cute and naive. The girl with cold eyebrows reveals most of her face in profile, and half of the scarf wrapped around her neck extends out of the canvas and disappears without knowing where to go.

There are still a few pictures hanging on the wall, including the one where she was wearing a divine robe when they first met, looking down with slightly lowered eyes, and the back view of her turning sideways and looking back when he got out of the car, the silver hair passing through his fingertips...he was pouring love.

In his writing, she is not a cold god, but just a girl that pleases him.

They are all realistic, only one is different.Only half of her body appears in the painting. The white divine robe is replaced by spliced ​​color blocks. The colors are so strong and gorgeous that they almost cover the entire background. Her long silver hair spreads behind her. Her eyes are slightly curved and the corners of her lips are raised. A little smile.

He Tianzhou continued to write on the canvas, with the back of his hand touching the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

The mobile phone placed aside lit up silently.

……

Since it is retained once, there will be two or three times.

During the day, he would accompany her on dates nearby, occasionally deal with some company matters, and at night he would leave her alone as a matter of course.

Just a few days later, he understood that going too far is never enough, so he didn't keep her anymore and drove her back to the apartment himself.

Ning Huai's mobile phone stayed on the WeChat interface, and he wanted to send the words he had typed. He inadvertently looked through the window and suddenly froze.

With the car lights still on, he stood up suddenly and almost rushed downstairs.

His breathing was a little rapid, and emotions were rushing in his chest. He didn't care that He Tianzhou was still there, and hugged her aggrievedly, saying in a muffled voice, "Sister, I thought you wouldn't come back." Half truthful and half pretending.

He just used this to express his emotions, without any intention of asking her to answer, and quickly said another thing, "I have something to give you."

The others didn't say much, as if they didn't want He Tianzhou to be there.

The phone vibrated in his coat pocket. He Tianzhou took it out, took a look at it, and stuffed it back, frowning slightly.

He wanted to ignore the person leaning on her, but his mood was still a little low, "Go upstairs, I have a surprise for you in two days."

Ruan Ruan nodded and said goodbye to him while supporting his weight.

He Tianzhou was still waiting downstairs, regardless of anyone accompanying her upstairs. The lights on a certain floor were not turned off. He couldn't judge by this, so he looked back after guessing that the time was almost up.

The decoration work is almost done.

He rubbed the fingertips hanging at his side.

(End of this chapter)