Rebirth: The Curse of Manzhushahua

Chapter 124 Chapter 117
Chapter 117 I Don't Like Men
In the An-style three-story villa, An Moran was sitting in front of the easel, next to him on the leather sofa, and Feng Jingchen was sitting. The maid of An's family brought him a cup of coffee, Feng Jingchen took it, and raised his lips with a smile , thank you, the smoky gray pupils also seem to be a beautiful scenery, people can't look away once they take a look.

Those beautiful peach blossom eyes, just need to blink lightly, it's like a flower has fallen, making people indulging in it unconsciously.

The maid's face turned red, and she stepped back quickly. However, perhaps because she was too nervous, she mistook the door in the wrong direction and hit the opposite wall with a bang. She quickly touched her forehead, her face was already red. It was time to bleed, so she quickly ran out with the plate.

Feng Jingchen didn't even lift his eyes, "Moran, your maids seem to be amazing, and this is the eighth one. If this continues, the wall of your room may be smashed."

An Moran never stopped the paintbrush in his hand. For him, there is nothing more important than his painting now. Moreover, he doesn't like others to disturb him. Naturally, except for Feng Jingchen, of course, this is Feng Jingchen. The reason why Jingchen is not afraid of death.

He raised his eyebrows lightly, "It's fine if you don't come," he said calmly, it didn't mean anything, he was just telling the truth.

Feng Jingchen tilted his head, just drank the coffee in the cup, "That's no good, I'm too boring by myself, besides, you are not alone, we got together just now. Isn't this very good?"

"I don't like men," An Moran returned to his canvas, picked up a pen and added a few points, with a slight force on his wrist, a picture of red plums appeared leisurely, proud and very bold.His paintings are neither weak nor strong, just right.

With a sound of sucking, Feng Jingchen just drank the coffee in his mouth, but didn't drink it, and sprayed it out in a very unmannered manner. An Moran threw down the brush, and saw that half of his sleeve was wet, and the hair on it was wet. Dark coffee print, looking to Feng Jingchen coldly.

Feng Jingchen put down the cup, picked up a napkin and wiped the corner of his mouth, "I'm sorry, it's your fault," he said as it should be, if he hadn't said that sentence, he wouldn't be so lost Image, why does he like men, he Feng Jingchen doesn't like men either, okay?

An Moran stood up and walked directly to the door, but Feng Jingchen leaned back on the big sofa, "Unfortunately, An Moran is not a woman, if she is really a woman, then maybe I will really like it, After all, that face is so beautiful, he said it mischievously, he was not surprised to see An Moran's body twitch, and then strode away, with "Feng Jingchen's wanton laughter behind him, It's so funny, seeing Shi An Moran angry is a rare thing in this world, but unfortunately, he still held back.

Looking at the coffee on the table, it's really a pity for this good cup of coffee.

He stood up, walked to the canvas, carefully appreciating the unfinished painting by An Moran, this guy's painting is really good, it's rare to see all the charms of plum blossoms in such a fascinating way .

An Moran's footsteps were heavy, and he stepped heavily on the floor. Fortunately, the floor was covered with a thick layer of carpet, otherwise, he wouldn't have stepped through the floor.

The servants who passed by him carefully avoided him, only the wind from the hem of his clothes swept over everyone, leaving a cold feeling.

Their young masters have always been difficult to understand, but they are very scary. Some people are volcanoes, while their young masters are volcanoes under the iceberg. They are two absolute extremes.frighteningly extreme.

An Moran quickly approached the bathroom, took off the clothes on her body, and looked at the shirt that was already tight, with a deep indifference between her brows.

He didn't wear a shirt, and his skin exposed to the air was a light and honey-colored color, which was actually not fair, because he had been exercising all year round, and he was not as thin as his appearance showed, on the contrary, he was still very strong.

(End of this chapter)