Yun Xiyue ignored her and concentrated on studying the paintings in her hand during the Republic of China.

The sunlight fell softly on her through the window, and a few mischievous strands of hair scattered on her forehead, in the room full of books, it was very graceful.

The woman on the painting has shallow facial features, and the stroke by stroke seems to be the deep painter's condensation of all his efforts and feelings, which is unforgettable at a glance.

She knew that this woman had something to do with the Yun family, but she didn't know the specifics, and her grandfather refused to say it, so she wanted to study it herself.

"The person who paints must have a deep affection for her!" Jin Nian suddenly burst out.

"It should be......" Yun Xiyue took off her glasses and sighed, "It's a pity that although this painting is from the Republic of China, it is also copied." It's not the real thing, but it's the best I've ever seen. ”

"I'll return it in two days, be careful." She explained to Jin Nian, they all knew that this painting was borrowed temporarily by Jin Nian, and there was no way to let the existing owner, Mr. Zhuo, refuse to be appreciated?

"OK, do you still have to worry about me?" Jin Nian was full of confidence, and then the conversation changed and smiled at her with bad intentions, "Now let's continue to talk about the bed scene between you and Mr. Han, how about it?" ”

"You're enough!" Yun Xiyue's face turned crimson at the moment, quickly grabbed her small bag, and fled to the door, "I still have something to do, let's go first." ”

In the evening, the sun fades away.

Yun Xiyue looked up some information in the school library, and just got home, she heard a movement in the bathroom, walked over to take a look, and couldn't help screaming, "Mr. Han, what are you doing?" ”

Han Zimo turned around with an inexplicable expression, "Wash clothes." ”

Yun Xiyue quickly ran over, her fingers were sharp, and she pulled out the small Nene who was suspected of being herself, rolled it into a ball, stuffed it into a corner, and raised her head, "Mr. Han, have you washed your clothes?" ”

"These kinds of colors and textures are different and can't be washed together." As she spoke, she sorted the clothes in her hand and put them in the washing machine.

"The most important thing is ......," she said quickly, blushing, "underwear and the like are best washed by hand." ”

Han Zimo thought thoughtfully, "Understood." With that, he reached out and took out her little Nene from where she had stuffed her underwear and began to rinse it.

With a "snap", the bag in Yun Xiyue's hand fell to the floor, "Mr. Han, I'll ...... this myself."

The speed at which she rushed over was too fast, Han Zimo didn't expect it, and the two of them were both slipped by the laundry detergent on the floor, to be exact, he reacted faster than her, and while holding her waist, he didn't use her as a meat pad.

Yun Xiyue felt that she was firmly attached to his chest, and heard the powerful beating of his heart.

She was embarrassed and depressed, and wanted to say that she was embarrassed, but when she raised her head, she smiled without warning, "Mr. Han, I ...... Not intentionally ......"

As soon as Han Zimo touched the top of his head, he laughed helplessly, the two of them moved too violently, causing them to overturn the basin on top of their heads where dirty clothes were placed, so the clothes poured on top of his head, and the most funny thing was that her bra was on his head.

Yun Xiyue kept laughing, forgetting that she was still straddle others, until his warm palm wrapped around her waist, "Is enough laughing?" ”

She stopped abruptly, embarrassed and wanted to get up, but met his dark eyes, the flickering light in them was very heavy, she couldn't understand it, and hurriedly struggled.

Han Zimo didn't imprison her for a long time, and finally let go, but sighed heavily in his heart.