Xiuxiang bit her lip, she was angry, she was just an unclean broken shoe, what ability could she make such a noble man pay attention to her?

Rong Qian is eating steamed dumplings with fish and meat, and every time Mo Zun is at home, the chef can always rack his brains to make all kinds of delicious dishes.

Even with Rong Qian, I am fortunate to taste a lot of good things, the fish is made of sea fish, the meat is delicate and delicious, and Rong Qian is very satisfied with a small bite and a small bite.

The chair next to him was pulled away, and Mo Zun's tall body sat down immediately.

Rong Qian's eating action paused, and then his clear eyes and long eyelashes drooped, as if no one was around.

The maid added dishes and chopsticks to him, and then served him diligently to eat.

Rong Qian is actually not used to having someone guarding her when she eats, she likes the atmosphere of Li Shuzhen's mother, self-sufficient, and then the family sits together and talks and laughs.

There was a little distraction in his mind, but it was a mobile phone ringing that interrupted Rong Qian's contemplation.

It was Mo Zun's phone, the hand tattooed with the black snake directly turned on the speakerphone, and he was eating breakfast elegantly while listening to the business report of the person on the phone.

Rong Qian swallowed what was in her mouth, listening to what the people on the phone said, she felt that these things should not be heard by her, so she put down her chopsticks, wiped her mouth, and then stood up.

The housekeeper came out of the kitchen, she didn't hear Mo Zun listening to the phone, and asked Rong Qian worriedly: "Young grandma, are you okay to eat so much?"

At the dinner table, the voice of the person on the phone who was reporting the situation paused, and there was a moment of silence.

Rong Qian looked back at Mo Zun, he sat on the main seat, the hand engraved with the black snake took a spoon and drank the soup, unhurried posture, there was a sense of elegance and nobility, even if his forehead was wrapped in gauze, it still did not reduce his calm courage.

He didn't seem to care at all, the butler's disappointment......

Rong Qian retracted her eyes, she nodded to the housekeeper, and raised her feet upstairs to change clothes.

The housekeeper came out only to find that Mo Zun was on the phone, and immediately, her trembling hands hung down on her abdomen, waiting aside.

——

Rong Qian returned to the room, she rummaged through all her clothes, and finally picked out a forest-style dress to wear.

The dress is gray-blue and looks a little old, but with a jacket and sneakers, the youthful and energetic posture is immediately revealed.

Simple, fresh and natural.

Rong Qian looked at herself in the mirror, and she thought about whether to put on makeup?

But in the end, it's okay to think about it, portraits, she wants the most authentic version of herself.

Rong Qian went downstairs from upstairs, and there was a voice from the living room, it was Mo Lu who came over, and he was talking to Mo Zun......

Rong Qian walked down the last step, and Mo Lu's voice became clear: "Brother, I know it's not your fault, Mom, she is just straightforward, don't go to your heart, sometimes you rush out without thinking about it...... Mom actually cares about you, too. ”

Mo Lu's voice showed a hint of anxiety, and he didn't know how to comfort his brother for this matter.

Mo Zun bent down and picked up the lighter on the coffee table, he lit a cigarette, and his deep voice couldn't hear the emotion: "It's nothing, it's been here all these years, hasn't it?"

The more he said in a very light tone, the more impatient Mo Lu became, and he didn't know why he was in a hurry, his mother and eldest brother were incompatible when he was very young...... is obviously a family, but the relationship is not as good as an outsider.

Standing at the top of the stairs, the thick feathers hung down.

Mo Zun's words were mediocre, as if he was injured and not his own words...... Like a bell of wood striking a heart. Rong Qian didn't know what it felt, but he picked it up slightly, unimaginable.

It's been all these years......

Listening to his tone, it seems like what happened last night more than once or twice, and Rong Qian can't figure out what kind of grudge it is, and the relationship between their mother and son will be so stiff? !

Mo Zun took a puff of cigarette, he propped up his waist with one hand, glanced at him and asked him, "Have you had breakfast?"

Mo Lu was still in the mood to eat? In the morning, he rushed to the hospital and heard about the events of last night from the nurse, and he comforted his mother and rushed to the imperial city.

At this time, Mo Zun asked, and he only said: "No, I'll come over and get my luggage." ”

"Huh?" Mo Zun didn't hear clearly for a while.

Mo Lu looked at him and was quite depressed.

Before he could say anything, there was a sound of footsteps behind him, and it was Rong Qian's figure who appeared.

Seeing her, Mo Lu still wanted to persuade her, but he couldn't say anything more.

Mo Zun's gaze fell lightly on Rong Qian's body, which was dark and floating, this was the first time Mo Zun saw Rong Qian's ordinary clothes other than jeans appear, low head, slim figure, a blue cheap dress covered his body, revealing the pair of slender white legs underneath.

Her legs are very beautiful, Mo Zun knew it from the first time she saw her.

His footsteps turned slightly, smoke curled from his fingertips, and Mo Zun's mind flashed the scene from a few months ago...... She must have just been released from prison, and the autumn rain in Nanjiang was intermittent, when he was in the car, waiting for his assistant to buy cigarettes and come back.

Inadvertently, I caught a glimpse of her figure standing under the eaves of the house with one hand over her head, sheltering from the rain.

Mo Zun recognized it at a glance as the little black girl back then, and she was released...... Light gray shirt, slim jeans wrapped around graceful legs, and the petite figure was washed by the rain curtain to look more and more weak and pitiful.

A woman with a bad reputation, and the daughter of a small family, has no background, and she can't withstand the wind and waves in Nanjiang...... It's best to spend such a woman for fun—— but who would have thought that the ambition of a small family could also counter the achievements of the first army today?

Mo Zun picked up the ashtray, his eyebrows were cool, and his fingertips flicked the ash.

Mo Lu asked him to carry his luggage to the car, Rong Qian was afraid that he would not be able to catch up, so he only said to Mo Lu to apologize for inviting him to dinner another day, so he hurriedly left the imperial city and trotted away.

Mo Lu came in from outside, looked back and asked, "Why did she go?"

Mo Zun stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the sunlight shining in on him, dispelling the darkness and leaving a piece of light.

He held a cigarette in one hand and an ashtray in the other, and his dark eyes watched the figure run over the railing and disappear, and the heavy inky black inside did not reveal any emotion.

It's just that the momentum around the body is strong and cold.

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Rong Qian came to the Yellow Origin Mall and took the elevator all the way to the top floor.

I fumbled to open the closed door, and suddenly, the bright and wide scenery came into view, the blue sky did not see a single white cloud, the sun was shining, the man was wearing casual clothes, standing in front of the drawing board, writing and painting on it according to the tall building in front of him.

The corners of Rong Qian's mouth raised slightly, and she stepped forward.

Ji Yanlin didn't look behind him, he heard footsteps, and his mellow voice came out kindly: "You're late!"

Rong Qian was very embarrassed, she walked to Ji Yanlin's side, saw the scene in his drawing board, and then looked up at the tall building opposite...... There was only admiration in the light of Rong Qian's eyes.

The three-dimensional portrait is as if it had been engraved with an old-fashioned camera.

But it is unique with a sense of standing in the bleak sky!

Rong Qian suppressed the excitement in her heart, she lowered her head and apologized obediently: "I'm sorry ......"

Ji Yanlin's saturated face had a gentle smile, and his subordinates did not stop: "Then punish you - sharpen the pencil, over there." ”

"Huh?" Rong Qian raised her head in surprise and followed his instructions, and suddenly, she couldn't cry or laugh.

Not far from the easel, there were piles of pencils scattered unsharpened.

Rong Qian walked over, squatted down, she picked up the knife and peeled off the pencil skin little by little, and couldn't help but ask, "Teacher Cyril, why are there so many pens?"

There were at least twenty or thirty sticks that were thrown on the ground, as if they were ...... He rotated his reserves, not a drawing, and spent all his time sharpening his pen!

Ji Yanlin stood and sighed lightly, "Do you know what I usually annoy the most?"

- "If you finish a sketch and it takes two hours, you have to pause to sharpen your pen and take up a third of it!"

The smile on Rong Qian's face deepened, and she really guessed it.

Rong Qian's sharpening speed is not very fast, but after getting started, it is getting smoother and smoother.

In a few moments, dozens of pens were neatly set aside.

Ji Yanlin stopped her hand, turned around, and saw her squatting on the ground, the dress she was wearing was like an open flower, dragging on the ground, indescribably beautiful.

It's not such a stunning face, but it looks closely, but it is beautiful and delicate, beautiful and elegant and quiet!

Ji Yanlin spoke: "Find a place, let's start." ”

Rong Qian glanced at him, slightly nervous, she sharpened the last pen, stood up and tugged at her skirt slightly cramped.

Ji Yanlin chuckled, he picked up the sketchpad on the easel and replaced the paper.

The top floor has a wide view, you can see the entire Nanjiang River, even the famous Lanjiang Bridge, around the towering high-rise buildings, the shadows can see the sun shining on the river sparkling.

Rong Qian sat down on the discarded box in the open space next to her, she straightened her demeanor, smiled lightly on the corner of her mouth, and looked at the man in front of her who was holding a drawing board in one hand to draw for her.

Time, like standing still.

This is not only a matter of patience on the part of the painter, but also the fact that the person being painted has to maintain a posture and not even move for hours.

It was quiet, and no one on the top floor spoke.

Rong looked at the man with a shallow gaze, and once again involuntarily thought of Lu Chen, the brother next door who was as far away as a green mountain......

She had just entered the university campus, and at that time he seemed to be twenty-four years old, successful in his studies, and complained to her that he didn't want to be in charge of the family business.

was a joke at the beginning, but now I miss it very much!

The day before, he sat on the lawn with her and imagined the future, and the next day, he hurriedly came to Rong's house to find her......

Rong Qian still remembers the scene at that time.

Because he was running, his fine hair was wet with sweat, and his gentle and full face rubbed her hair dotingly, and said to her: "Rong Qian, I'm going abroad...... If in a few years, no one takes a fancy to you, or you wait for me, and I will come back and marry you!"

Rong Qian was amused by him in a daze, and asked him what he was joking?

Until now...... She thought Lu Chen was joking!

But after the joke ended, the Lu family went bankrupt and suddenly went bankrupt.

Old Man Lu died of illness in the hospital, his uncle and aunt were nowhere to be found, and even Lu Chen was never heard from later......

Rong Qian raised her head slightly, thinking of the past, the indescribable sentimentality in her heart.

There is nostalgia for childhood memories, and there are also thoughts of that person, and I can't help but ask in my heart: He, after so many years, is it okay in the distance?

"Shallow. ”

A mellow voice suddenly sounded.

Rong Qian came back to his senses, and Ji Yanlin looked at her not far away: "What do you think?"

Rong Qian stared at that full and handsome face, and only pictures about her and Lu Chen flashed in her heart, she smiled slightly and said, "It's nothing, I'm sorry!"

Ji Yanlin's gaze returned to the painting: "I was about to cry when I saw your expression just now, is it uncomfortable to sit?"

"Nope. ”

"What sad thing did you think of?" Ji Yanlin guessed casually.

Lu Chen's matter is not sad at all: "No!"

Ji Yanlin glanced at her: "You are still the first to be distracted by me as a model under my hands." ”

Rong Qian guessed that he would definitely say that this was still painted for her for free.

She lowered her head and said in frustration: "Well, it's a bit boring to sit. ”

Listening to that weak tone, the smile on Ji Yanlin's face deepened.

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