"Our school kindergarten is hiring art teachers to teach painting to those elementary school students, do you want to try to apply? They don't necessarily have to be art teachers, and students in school can do it. ”

Rong Qian's hand paused, and there was a momentary heartbeat at the moment he heard it, but then he thought of his hand, and Rong Qian was embarrassed to speak: "Mom, can I do it......?"

She didn't know how to tell Li Shuzhen, she hadn't told anyone about her hand injury......

Now don't talk about drawing, after holding the pen, I don't know how to focus!

"Okay, why not, what is the difficulty of a primary school student drawing?" Li Shuzhen put vegetables in her bowl, "You have the right to do a part-time job." ”

"Actually, I don't have to go to work every day, I only have to go two days a week to teach those kindergarten students to draw butterflies, birds, etc., I think you can be considered a student of the Academy of Fine Arts, you should have two brushes. ”

Li Shuzhen has an inexplicable trust in her daughter, and she turned around to take care of Zhao Muyang.

Rong Qian pulled the corners of her mouth, she lowered her eyes, and asked about the application time after a while.

Li Shuzhen only said that it was next Monday.

Rong Qian didn't say whether she was going or not, she just had two days on the weekend for her to consider, she felt that this job should be beneficial to her, but she had to take responsibility......!

After leaving from Li Shuzhen's mother, Rong Qian held the hibiscus cake made for her by her mother.

The pastry was crystal clear, and in the car, Rong Qian couldn't help but eat two pieces.

The sweet taste spread from her mouth to her throat, Rong Qian's eyes narrowed, and she tasted happiness.

This is something that has never been felt from Zhao Shuangyi!

Back in the imperial city, Mo Zun did not come back, Rong Qian went upstairs directly.

Back in her room, she cleaned up the books on the coffee table, replaced the withered flowers in the bottles, and just poured out the water, the cell phone resting on the bedside rang.

Rong Qian put down the vase, and she walked over to check.

Unexpectedly, it was Mo Zun, his number was shallow and there was no note, I don't know why, after a few calls, she remembered it at a glance.

Rong Qian slid away to answer, and a man's voice came from the microphone, and he asked her coldly, "Where is it?"

“…… Just got home. Rong Qian replied.

The voice fell, and the phone was silent for a moment, and the call was cut off when it was close to "beep".

Rong Qian: "......"

What does he mean by this? Rong Qian was the first to think of the scene where he went to pick up Li Shuzhen's mother's community last time.

Are you going to pick her up when you come back?

Unconsciously, Rong Qian's footsteps turned slightly, and she came to the floor-to-ceiling window.

At this time, the night was already dark, the street lamps were winding down in rows, and there was no light and shadow of the car lights outside the ancient and heavy iron gate, Rong Qian felt that he was funny, Mo Zun finished calling her, how could she come back so quickly?

Maybe that's not what it meant at all!

Just as she was about to turn back, there was a clanging sound from the iron door downstairs, Rong Qian turned around, and the housekeeper opened the iron door, and after a while, the headlights shone from afar.

It's really Mozun!

He's back, so what did you mean by calling her just now, was it really to pick her up?

Rong Qian stopped herself from thinking wildly, she took her pajamas from the closet and went straight into the bathroom.

After taking a shower, Rong Qian closed the curtains and adjusted the indoor temperature to a suitable temperature before she climbed into bed.

I wanted to read a book for a while, but after touching the warm quilt, I unconsciously felt sleepy, and Rong Qian didn't know how he slept through.

In the middle of the night, I was awakened by the tight oppression.

The room was dark and I couldn't see anything clearly, and a slightly cool touch covered my chest, and Rong Qian woke up suddenly.

She struggled to get up, and the man sensed that she was awake, his thin lips directly blocking her breathing.

Rong Qian was shocked and frightened, she pushed the weight on her body hard, and the faint smell of tobacco and alcohol broke into her nasal cavity, so that she opened her mouth and wanted to breathe violently, but on the contrary, it gave the man a chance.

He took her head in both hands, holding her back in no other way, deepening the kiss.

His breath was domineering and eager, like scorching magma, threatening to drown her in it.

Rong Qian's hands beat his back weakly, but the man didn't retreat at all, the scorching heat grabbed her breathing, he slapped her big palm to peel off her clothes, Rong Qian was dizzy, she didn't know what was happening, the clothes were taken off, when she clearly felt his changes, she was frightened and wanted to resist.

What happened in the storage room left an indelible shadow on her.

She never had to go through that pain again......

Feeling her trembling with fear, Mo Zun grabbed her wrists with both hands and pressed them on top of his head, he leaned down and breathed heavily in her ear: "Relax a little ......"

Rong Qian shook her head, she couldn't say a word.

Between the scratches, a hot and humid liquid fell down the corner of his eye, sticking to Mo Zun's arm.

Mo Zun is a figure at the top of the pyramid, he has an almost perverted demand for his own self-enjoyment, a love, if it is in the cooperation of both parties, it tastes greater. But if one party disagrees, he feels that if he wants to enjoy that kind of happiness, he must not reach the state he wants.

So he held back, kissed Rong Qian's face little by little, and fanned the flames in her most sensitive place.

Mo Zun missed the wonderful scene in the projection room last time, and he said hoarsely: "What are you crying about? I don't really want to fry you...... I'm not so tasteless. ”

Rong Qian took a step, dodging his kiss, she panting.

He doesn't do anything tasteless, but when he starts a madness, it's terrifying.

Rong Qian suppressed the choked sobs that welled up in her throat, and she tried her best to express her meaning in a steady voice, "Mo Zun...... I don't want to do it. ”

"Hehe," the man chuckled in her ear, "your body is much more honest than this mouth." ”

He maliciously straightened his waist and didn't go in, but deliberately shook her.

Rong Qian blushed with shame, her hands that were suppressed on the top of her head couldn't move, her fingertips were clenched together, and her teeth bit her lip to forbear.

Mo Zun gently kissed her earlobe, to her face, and his suppressed voice said, "Rong Qian, how about just once?"

Rong Qianyu trembled slightly, Mo Zun has always been a character who says the same, he wants it, and he won't take into account her feelings at all...... Because of this understanding, when he spoke to her only once in a consultative tone...... Rong Qian's heart fluctuated inexplicably.

It was the moment when she was stunned that Mo Zun sank down without any worries.

Rong Qian's hands were clenched together, she closed her eyes, and her teeth bit her lip.

In addition to the discomfort at first, Mo Zun grinded her with great patience, picked up her fishing nets, and vowed to sink with him......

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