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"Lu Qingyan, what are you crazy about?"

All the way to dinner, Lu Qingyan stressed his speech with a kind of sinister spirit. He couldn't bear it. Yan Mochen grabbed Lu Qingyan's shoulder and forced him to take a deep breath. He suppressed his impulse to press Lu Qingyan on the bed and beat him hard.

"Ah, Yan Mo Chen, you scratch me!"

Lu Qingyan did not care to speak with a tone of voice, and suddenly exclaimed. The pain from her shoulder even made her think that Yan Mo Chen had broken her bones.

"Hum."

Yan Mo Chen's face was angry, but he still let go of the hand that pinched the landing tilt Yan shoulder.

"You'd better bear in mind that I have a certain tolerance for you."

Lu Qingyan suddenly fell on the sofa, and her deep sense of powerlessness added a few silk embarrassment to her.

"Yan Mo Chen, what do you want?"

I just want you to be obedient.

Yan Mo Chen was in a trance for a moment. His words had already arrived at his mouth, but he swallowed them up again. His eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Oh, I didn't make it very clear. If you have the ability to let Su Zichen send his hands on Qifeng Road, I will let you go."

Knowing that the other party didn't mean that, Yan Mo Chen chose to pretend to be stupid. Su Zichen would not give up Qifeng Road, which he had worked hard for many years for a woman. Lu Qingyan was more unlikely to ask Su Zichen. He just wanted Lu Qingyan to stay with him.

Yan Mo Chen was stunned by this cognition, and then frowned. He always paid attention to the purpose of doing things. What is the cause of this idea?

The unusual silence makes Yan Mo Chen raise his head. Lu Qingyan is leaning on the sofa, his eyes are blank, like a broken doll. I don't know why, seeing such a Lu Qingyan Yanmo Chen's heart has a momentary pain.

"You're so desperate to be by my side?"

"What do you say?"

There was another awkward silence. Yan Mo Chen sat back on the sofa and took out a cigarette box to smoke one by one. Lu Qingyan saw this kind of Yan and his eyes flashed.

After years of day and night together, she naturally became a habit of Xie Yanmo Chen. This person only likes to smoke one after another when he is agitated and thinking. What is he thinking about?

The strong smell of mint smoke makes Lu Qingyan frown. She doesn't like smoking, but she loves the way this person smokes.

His hand reached out to the cigarette box again, but most of the box had been smoked unconsciously. Looking at the empty cigarette box, Yan Mo Chen threw it on the table impatiently. The burning cigarette butt in his hand was thrown into the ashtray with water and made a "Zizi" sound.

Yan Mo Chen turned to look at Lu Qingyan, who was still sitting there, frowning, as if he had made some important decision.

"You can go to school. I'll have it arranged for you tomorrow."

Lu Qingyan, shocked by the speech, suddenly raises his head and looks at Yan Mo Chen in an incredible way. Then a sneering smile appears on her face, as if she heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Would you be so kind?"

Yan Mo Chen did not argue with Lu Qingyan. No matter what he did, this person would suspect that he had ulterior motives.

What Lu Qingyan didn't expect was that Yan Mochen's bodyguard came to inform her the next afternoon that Yan Mochen had completed the enrollment procedures for her, but --

"Miss Lu, the boss told me that you only need to have a computer class at home. This is a tutor. The boss said that you can ask your tutor any questions you have."

Lu Qingyan sadly pulled the corners of her mouth and laughed. She was still in prison. She was like a bird in a cage. Yan Mochen could feed her exquisite bird food and spend a lot of money to build a golden cage for her, but she only refused to give her the freedom she longed for and the cheapest.

The tutor that Yan Mochen invited to Lu Qingyan was a woman, wearing glasses, wearing gray business clothes, and her hair was meticulously combed into a bun. It looked very intellectual, but it gave people a very old-fashioned feeling.

Such people should be from the Department of archaeology or history. It's not Lu Qingyan judging people by their appearance, but in her impression, fashion designers are all very fashionable. How can such retro clothes not appear in such professional people.

"Hello, he Xiangsheng."

…… Lu Qingyan only felt the thunder rolling, but a clothing designer was wearing something like archaeology. His name was Xiangsheng? Are you really not sent by Yan Mo Chen to be funny?

"From the meaning of living to death."

He Xiangsheng explained without expression, but it was obvious that Lu Qingyan, who could not even write his resume well, could not understand such a profound philosophy.

"Excuse me?"

He Xiangsheng showered his hands in front of the house, but Lu Qingyan didn't understand her meaning and still blocked the door stupidly.

"Miss Lu, is this Mr. he talking about? Let people come in and sit down. It's so cold at the door. "

After being reminded by Aunt Zhang, Lu Qingyan reacted and turned to let he Xiangsheng enter the room. However, the bodyguards were not so well treated. They looked at the door that was hit hard and the two bodyguards standing at the door looked at each other.

"Where is the study?"He Xiangsheng turned his head and asked Aunt Zhang. When Aunt Zhang showed her where the study was, she nodded and said to Lu Qingyan:

"Mr. Yan has arranged six hours of study time for you, of which four hours are in front of the computer, and the remaining two hours are for you to arrange for yourself. If you need materials, you can inform the bodyguards to buy them. If there is nothing wrong, don't disturb my reading."

He Xiangsheng said the whole paragraph in one breath, even the tone did not change. If he didn't know that this was a real person, Lu Qingyan would think she was listening to the electronic broadcast, but this attitude made Lu Qingyan very unhappy.

"Is this the attitude that a tutor should have?"

"I don't think a person who doesn't even know how to die and live will have anything in common with me."

He Xiangsheng is just stating the facts, but Lu Qingyan doesn't think so. In her opinion, the tutor sent by Yan Mochen is old-fashioned and stingy. It's just a misunderstanding that makes such a mockery of her.

With anger, Lu Qingyan went straight to the study and turned on the computer. He didn't give he Xiangsheng a good look during the whole process. However, to her disappointment, he Xiangsheng seemed to completely ignore her and pull a chair. He took a book from the bookshelf and began to look at it.

"Hello."

Half an hour later, Lu Qingyan took the initiative to break the silence, but he Xiangsheng did not seem to hear it at all.

"Hello

Lu Qingyan gnaws his teeth. How can the people sent by Yan Mochen be as annoying as Yan Mochen.

"He Xiangsheng."

Lu Qingyan took a deep breath of air pressure to keep his anger from coming out and tried to speak in a calm tone.

"Something?"

He Xiangsheng finally closes the book and looks up at Lu Qingyan.

"Why is painting taught here now?"

Lu Qingyan raised his finger at the computer screen. He Xiangsheng raised his eyebrows, as if he thought this question was very funny?

"Otherwise, how can others know what you're painting?"

After that, he Xiangsheng pushed his eyes and opened the book again. Lu Qingyan is stunned. How does she feel that he Xiangsheng is satirizing her?

"You look down on me?"

"As you can see."

"What do you do as a tutor?"

"It's not my wish."

Lu Qingyan was silent for a while, and finally turned around the corner. The man was threatened by Yan Mo Chen and came to teach her as a tutor. After thinking it out, Lu Qingyan couldn't help laughing.

Unexpectedly, Yan Mo Chen is even more disgusting than she now knows. The conflicting interests can make him waste two lives. Now he even uses the threat to find a tutor for her.

He Xiangsheng and Lu Qingyan, who looked down at the book, opened the tourist device to search for this person. The person who Yan Mo Chen needed to be intimidated to move must not be a small person.

Sure enough, the search term immediately popped up. The photo on the entry should be years ago. It looks younger than the one sitting here, and it is not so old-fashioned.

"This is..."

Lu Qingyan points to open a photo, which is a picture of he Xiangsheng and Pei Jingmo. In the photo, the corner of the mouth of the man rises slightly and looks very happy.

"Do you know Pei Jingmo?"

"Not familiar."

Another page of paper turned over, and he Xiangsheng's attitude of not lifting his head made Lu Qingyan lose his bottom. In this case, I don't know whether this woman will help. After looking at the photos on the computer, Lu Qingyan still opened his mouth.

"Can you give me a message?"

"Reason."

"I was shut up here by Yan Mochen, and I was monitored by him every move. I had no way to contact the outside world."

"Reason."

"Well, what?"

Lu Qingyan was stunned again. Didn't she say the reason?

"I mean, my reasons for helping you."

He Xiangsheng took off his glasses, some sharp eyes stabbed Lu Qingyan.

"If I can escape, Yan Mochen will be very angry."

The implication is that if he Xiangsheng helps her, he can make Yan Mo Chen feel bad. You can see Yan Mo Chen's gaffe. To this, he Xiangsheng just chuckled and put on his glasses again.

"You are childish."

Lu Qingyan sat back on the chair as if she had let out her breath. The reason she gave was really childish enough. She helped her to see Yan Mo Chen's misdemeanor. Naturally, she could find out by Yan Mo Chen's means what the other party should do and what other people should do to help her.

"You're right."

Lu Qingyan said faintly that he would turn off the web page. No one had said anything except the lecture in the computer.

"How are you doing?"

Yan Mo Chen came back to have dinner with Lu Qingyan. It seemed that the other party was in a good mood and asked two questions with concern. Lu Qingyan looks at Yan Yanyan and intentionally destroys his good mood.

"Learned to be disgusted."

"What?"

"I said, Yan Mo Chen, you are really disgusting, looking for a tutor actually used to threaten."Lu Qingyan put down the bowl. She even doubted whether Yan Mochen had the tuition fee for becoming a monk. However, after thinking about it again, she dispelled the doubt. Although Yan Mochen was selfish, indifferent and arrogant, he was not a mean person at least.

"Why not?"

Yan Mo Chen picked up his eyebrows. How could he invite a famous fashion designer to be a tutor by normal means?