Hearing Fu Xingzhi's inexplicable question, Qiao Wan raised his eyes to look at him and frowned slightly: "My father." ”

Not only have I painted, but I have also painted a lot.

Knowing that she was deliberately angry with herself, Fu Xingzhi hooked her lips and smiled, her voice hoarse: "Qiao Wan, you are only allowed to draw me as a man in the future!" ”

Qiao Wan carefully traced the outline of his face on the drawing paper, without making a sound.

He still wore the shirt he wore back from Italy, and he slept all night crumpled.

His hair was also messy, and his face was tired, but it didn't affect his handsome and explosive facial features at all.

Qiao Wan discovered for the first time that Fu Xingzhi was actually very good-looking and had a good figure.

The more he looked down, the more Qiao Wan felt that this man seemed to be okay anywhere except for his temper.

Cough.

Blind with a good skin!

Seeing her looking at herself with a strange expression, Fu Xingzhi changed his posture, and smiled wantonly on his wicked handsome face: "Draw quickly, take it off in a while, let you take it seriously and take a good look!" ”

Hearing this, Qiao Wan almost couldn't hold the pencil steadily, his cheeks turned red after rubbing it, and he complained in a low voice: "Shameless! ”

Finally, after half an hour of being stared at by Fu Xingzhi, Qiao Wan completed the portrait.

Seeing that she stopped writing, Fu Xingzhi couldn't wait to get up and walk forward, put his chin on her neck, stared at himself who was nine points similar to him on the drawing paper, and chuckled: "Why do you draw so similarly?" Say, do you steal me every day, and don't let me go in your dreams! ”

Hearing Fu Xingzhi's shameless but true words, Qiao Wan chuckled in her heart.

It was a pure accident to dream of him......

Fu Xingzhi wrapped his arms around her waist and couldn't help but kiss her cheek, and his heart was moved: "I like it very much, I will put it up like a baby." ”

"This kind of thing can draw a lot of ......" Qiao Wan pursed her lips, there is no need to be a baby.

"It's the first time you've painted for me, it's different." Fu Xingzhi's voice was a little hoarse, and his eyebrows were dyed with pleasure: "Qiao Wan, I'm very happy." ”

So easy to coax and rejoice?

Qiao Wan raised his eyes and saw the thick smile in his eyes, he originally wanted to sarcastically mock him, but he thought about it or forget it.

He was beaten for her, she painted a picture for him, and she took advantage of it.

——

After packing up, Qiao changed his clothes and planned to go to the company.

But the zipper of the long skirt was in the back, and it was stuck halfway through.

After a lot of tossing, I couldn't pull the skirt up.

Just when Qiao Wan was helpless, a figure suddenly approached her, and a warm and familiar breath permeated the tip of her nose.

Before she could react, Fu Xingzhi had already raised his hand and gently sorted out the zipper for her.

Qiao Wan could feel that the man's cold calloused fingertips were gently touching his skin, sliding through the pure white inner button.

The face turned red after rubbing, like a fire.

"Joe's ......"

Hearing Fu Xingzhi's hoarse voice, Qiao Wan raised her eyes blankly and looked into the mirror, where the man in the mirror was staring at her back with red eyes, his throat rolling up and down.

Qiao Wan's heart twitched a little, and she subconsciously left: "I'll come by myself!" ”

Fu Xingzhi was willing to let her go, took a few steps forward, trapped her between the mirror and his wide chest, and his lips fell mercilessly on the girl's white back.

Qiao Wan's eyes widened and he whimpered: "Fu Xingzhi, don't ......"

"Joe's ......"

His voice grew hoarse, like an echo coming from the bottom of a hollow well, striking at her heart one at a time.

Feeling her resistance, Fu Xingzhi frowned slightly, but he still patiently asked, "What are you afraid of, huh?" ”