"Then I'll go make some porridge." Ruan Jiaojiao said and wanted to turn around and leave.

At this time, Fu Qiran stopped her.

"Jiaojiao."

Ruan Jiaojiao turned to look at Fu Qiran, tilted her head, and asked with a look of doubt on her face, "Is there anything else Mr. Fu do?" ”

"Jiaojiao, come here, let me hug." Fu Qiran said.

Ruan Jiaojiao obediently walked over.

Fu Qiran put his arms around Ruan Jiaojiao's waist and let her sit on his lap.

He buried his head in Ruan Jiaojiao's neck, greedily absorbing the breath from her.

The faint smell of milk that belonged to Ruan Jiaojiao made him calm down all of a sudden.

Fu Qiran only felt that his spirit had become relaxed.

He took a deep breath and touched Ruan Jiaojiao's collarbone with his lips.

With a hint of coolness, her lips touched Ruan Jiaojiao's warm collarbone, making her body tremble slightly.

Ruan Jiaojiao pursed her lips and screamed quietly.

"Mr. Fu?"

Fu Qiran didn't reply, his breathing gradually stabilized, and he seemed to be asleep.

Ruan Jiaojiao didn't dare to act rashly, so she could only be held in his arms, and her body was a little stiff.

Fu Qiran was really asleep.

Just hugged Ruan Jiaojiao, smelled the smell of her, and sat there and fell asleep.

Fu Qiran, who was asleep, looked very calm, but the hand holding Ruan Jiaojiao was very tight.

Ruan Jiaojiao didn't dare to disturb Fu Qiran's rest at will, she nestled in his arms, only her eyes could move.

Fu Qiran's desk is very high and clean.

In addition to a computer, there are two books on psychology on the left, and on top of the psychology book, there is also a romance with a colorful cover.

On the right side of the computer is a pen holder, and in front of the pen holder, there is an upside-down photo frame.

There was a fine layer of dust on the frame, which was probably not cleaned very much, and its owner did not open it very often.

Ruan Jiaojiao was a little curious about what kind of photo was in the frame, but now that she was being held by Fu Qiran, she couldn't move, so naturally she couldn't look at the frame.

After reading the desk, Ruan Jiaojiao cast her gaze a little farther away.

In front of the desk is a leather sofa, and there is nothing on the sofa, neatly arranged there, like an ornament.

Looking ahead, there is a whole shelf of books.

There are a lot of books on the shelves, in English, French and some minor languages.

Other than that, there is only one painting hanging on the left wall in the entire study.

The painting is obscured by the canvas, revealing only a corner.

Ruan Jiaojiao carefully looked at the exposed corner, and could only vaguely see some red.

She was bored and began to be in a daze.

Sometimes her head is empty, sometimes she is thinking about her graduation project, and sometimes the question of what the painting is is popping up in her mind.

Before you know it, time has passed.

It was getting dark, and the lights in the room were bright.

Fu Qiran's eyelashes trembled and he woke up.

"Jiaojiao." He called her name, his lips touching her collarbone, intentionally or not.

"I'm here." Ruan Jiaojiao responded.

"What time is it?" Fu Qiran raised his head, although he was asking Ruan Jiaojiao, he had already taken out his mobile phone to look at the time.

He glanced at it and said, "It's already eight o'clock, is Jiaojiao hungry?" ”