She finished packing her clothes, then grabbed her notebook and went downstairs again.

Rather than studying in the bedroom, he prefers the view in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room.

Sitting there, you can see the green of the park, and the luxury cars on the road outside!

When Mo Zun came down from upstairs, he saw the woman sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, as if writing and painting according to the scene in front of him.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and it was almost dark outside, and the night was shrouded, and the lamps in the grass were almost lit up in twos and threes.

She was wearing a loose sweater to wrap her thin figure, and her hair was tied in a ponytail. She didn't even dye her hair, her black hair was never tied up because of the trouble, she just tied her head with a ball.

The smell of the student's taste, tender is the most likely to arouse men's animal desires.

Mo Zun stood at the entrance of the staircase, his hands in his pockets, and his dark eyes showed interest.

When she looked up at the scenery outside, her cheeks were beautifully curved, revealing a hint of innocence and delicateness.

The curved eyebrows and thick eyelashes add to the invisible charm.

Mo Zun raised her feet and walked over, but before she could reach her, she suddenly tore off the page of the drawing, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it at the trash can not far away.

It's a pity that the head deviated, and the paper ball hit the edge of the trash can, arc reflection, rolling to the ground, and landed right under Mo Zun's feet.

Mo Zun's dark eyes glanced at the paper ball at his feet, and glanced at Rong Qian, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, but she didn't notice his arrival at all.

Mo Zun bent down and picked up the piece of paper with his hand tattooed with a black snake.

Dismantled it, when he saw the things painted on it, he laughed "heh" and mocked unabashedly: "The painting technique of kindergarten, when you first went to the Academy of Fine Arts, the teacher taught this?"

He suddenly spoke, and Rong Qian was startled.

Looking back and seeing Mo Zun standing a few meters away, he was holding the piece of paper she tore off, Rong Qian felt a little irritable at this moment.

Not because of Mo Zun's merciless sarcasm, but because of the piece of paper she tore off in his hand......

There were words recorded in the notebook, and Rong Qian wanted to come down and recite them silently, but when he saw the night setting outside, he somehow came up with the scene of Mr. Cyril standing on the top of the building, sketching the tall buildings in the distance.

This, perhaps, is the subconscious action of the art factor in the body, unconsciously, pick up the pen and follow the writing and drawing!

Can...... People who can always be hit by reality have to recognize it.

After she was imprisoned, she never touched a pen.

But Rong Qian knows her ability, she is excellent, in the painting world, if her hand is not destroyed, she will definitely be able to create her own brilliance!

Before the verification, she could still have some confidence, but after the verification, the sudden loss of ability made her helpless and panicked.

She really can't draw anymore!

I can't do what I love anymore, and I dream of being the person I want to be!

The housekeeper came out of the kitchen and was about to call Mo Zun to eat with Rong Qian, but when she saw that both of them were in the living room, she raised her feet and said respectfully: "Sir, young grandma, it's time to eat." ”

Mo Zun retracted his eyes with a blank expression, turned around, and threw the piece of paper in his hand to the housekeeper casually.

Then went to the restaurant.

When the housekeeper saw what was drawn on the paper, he said happily, "Young grandmother, did you draw this? ”

The butler's tone of admiration inevitably carried the meaning of sycophancy.

She thought that everyone liked to be greeted, and Rong Qian listened to it in her ears, and there was a trace of irritability in her heart, but she also knew that the housekeeper was innocent.

She got up from her cushion, pulled the corners of her mouth stiffly at the butler, and walked towards the dining room.

The housekeeper has obtained a first-level qualification certificate, and what a shrewd person, of course, he saw the anger on Rong Qian's face.

It's just, did she say something wrong?

The housekeeper panicked.

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The meal was finished in silence.

Mo Zun was the first to leave the restaurant where Rong Qian, and after Rong Qian finished eating, the housekeeper had already packed the meal for Mrs. Li in the lunch box.

Rong Qian carried it and came out of the kitchen.

I didn't want Mo Zun to go upstairs at all, he was sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching sports with the remote control in his hand.

The huge body was lazily leaning on the back of the sofa chair, his legs folded on the coffee table, one arm open, noticing the shallowness, he commanded in a hoarse voice: "Come here, change the medicine for me." ”

Rong Qian's footsteps paused, she looked around, there was no maid, she hesitated to speak: "I have to go and bring food to my mother, you ask the housekeeper to help you change." ”

"Let the butler go!" he said in an unquestioning tone.

"But......" As soon as Rong Qian mentioned a word, Mo Zun glanced at her coldly, and she couldn't refuse anymore.

She promised Mrs. Li to accompany her at night, if she changed to a housekeeper to deliver food, she would not be able to go tonight!

Rong Qian didn't say this to Mo Zun, usually what Mo Zun decides, if he doesn't follow his wishes, he has a hundred ways to force her to obey.

Rong Qian walked over and put the lunch box on the coffee table, she wanted to change the dressing quickly, change it for Mo Zun first, and then it was not too late to go to the hospital.

Therefore, I did not call the housekeeper.

The medicine that the maid had changed for him in the morning was under the coffee table, and Rong Qian took it out and found the anti-inflammatory medicine from it.

She turned around and half-knelt on the sofa, looking at the man's cold face close at hand, her fingertips holding the medicine curled up slightly, and then untied the gauze for him as if nothing happened.

Mo Zun quietly, letting the woman's gentle hand untie the gauze little by little.

In the living room, no one spoke, only the sound of a football match on the TV.

His wounds had healed and were covered with bloody scabs.

It still looks bloody and oozing.

Rong Qian wiped the bacteria around him with a cotton swab, and seeing that his wound was almost healing, she said, "I shouldn't need to wrap gauze tomorrow, just stick a small one." ”

Mo Zun raised his eyes lightly, the white shirt was covered on his body, the neckline was open with two buttons, and the wheat-colored skin was clearly visible.

His sleeves were pushed up above his elbows, and on his right hand, which was tattooed with a black snake, wore a silver watch with a frame set with fine diamonds, which shone brightly in the bright lights of the living room. He seems to be unfazed, with a noble and elegant posture, emanating from the inside, and there is a fatal attraction in every gesture.

Maybe the atmosphere at this time was too harmonious, Rong Qian was able to take off his guard and chat with him: "I didn't expect you to recover so quickly, I was injured before, and the wound was still bloody for three days......

She suddenly stopped, her injury was on her hand, a wound with more than ten stitches, and blood was still bubbling out for three days.

I don't know how to say it, and I really can't mention the memories.

Rong Qian sprinkled anti-inflammatory drugs on his wound, and Mo Zun asked, "Where is the injury?"

“…… Finger. She ripped at one place.

When he turned back to look for gauze, Mo Zun laughed and said coolly: "I can't imagine that you are quite expensive!"

Rong Qian's hand rummaging through the bag paused slightly, she didn't care if he was in a sarcastic tone, after surviving the gloomy fear back then, and being unable to accept it, the real situation was actually not so bad.

It's just that I can't draw anymore, and it's not that my hands are really useless!

Rong Qian felt that she could be open-minded, and after going through so much, she could still embrace the sunshine...... The next luck, God shouldn't be so bad to her again!

Tie a knot on the back of Mo Zun's head, Rong Qian turned around and was about to clean up the garbage on the coffee table, when Mo Zun suddenly grabbed her arm and dragged her.

Rong Qian exclaimed, and suddenly fell into his arms, just by his big palm buckled on his waist.

Rong Qian wanted to get up, but she called him angrily: "Mo Zun......"

Mo Zun's bandaged face did not diminish his handsomeness in the slightest, and Danfeng stared at her with dark eyes.

"You let go of me, the medicine has already been given to you......" She struggled, only one left hand could exert normal force, but in front of him it was like a mayfly shaking a tree.

Rong Qian's eyes were swaying, and he looked wide, and he could see his own shadow from inside.

It's really a pool of clear eyes, Mo Zun sighed, he raised his hand, his fingers gently slid over her cheeks, the soft and delicate touch of the fingertips, the body fragrance that reflected the woman on the tip of the nose, the weak and boneless body, almost no weight pressed on the legs.

Mo Zun admits that such a shallowness, pure and penetrating into the bones, has the most fatal attraction to men.

As soon as the hand on her back was forced, Rong Qian's body lay uncontrollably on his chest.

Her pretty face was flushed, she was ashamed and angry, and raised her head, "Mo Zun, what are you doing, the housekeeper and they will come out in a while." ”

"They didn't dare to come out. Mo Zun's voice was a little hoarse.

"......" Rong Qianmai began to avoid his harassment, she tried to calm down and discuss with him: "Can you let me go?" The medicine has already been taken, I have to go to the hospital to deliver food to my mother!"

mentioned Mrs. Li, and he sneered: "Such a filial daughter-in-law, Mrs. Li really didn't invite you into the door in vain." ”

Rong Qian moved her lips, and she suddenly said somehow: "Mom, she also cares about you." ”

Mo Zun's eyes were even cooler: "Really?"

Although Rong Qian didn't know what the grudge between Mrs. Li and Mo Zun was, she didn't believe that there would be hatred between mother and son.

After all, the blood is connected, no matter how much you resent each other, where can you hate?

Just like her and Zhao Shuangyi, even if she was imprisoned for three years, as a mother, she never visited her, and when she saw her mother's situation, she would still feel uncomfortable and sad!

Rong Qian said: "Don't have a grudge against you because your mother hurt you, she cares about you, and you still ask you if your wound is deep......?"

At the end, Rong stopped quietly.

Others don't know about her and Mo Zun, but they are clear.

A contract marriage expires in a year, and like what is done now, it is just for outsiders to see.

Prolonging that buffer, a year later, makes sense!

But Mrs. Li really cares about Mo Zun, Mrs. Li's biggest hope is that she can give birth to a child for Mo Zun, but she can't say this to Mo Zun, knowing that what Mrs. Li expects is impossible, if it comes out of her mouth, Mo Zun must think that she has ulterior motives.

"What else did Mrs. Li say?"

Rong Qian always felt that his tone was wrong, but he couldn't find anything wrong.

She frowned, and before she could speak, Mo Zun pinched her chin, and he forced her to raise her head and stared at her face coldly: "Since you want to be a good daughter-in-law so much, shouldn't you also fulfill your obligations as the responsibility of this position?"

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