Chapter Fifty-Eight: Here, No

Half past nine, it was the place where the moon hung high.

The location of the villa in the middle of the mountain is very good, and Shang Feiwu suspects that it is relatively close to the moon, otherwise why is the moon here always so full?

After drinking and eating, Aunt Zhang came over to clean up the table.

After seeing the remnants of the soup base in the two casseroles, he was shocked, "Young master! Can you afford to eat such a spicy meal?! ”

And in the hall, he sat down and took a tour, and he was very unsettled with a pot of tea, and there was a bright red next to his lips.

All of them hinted that he couldn't bear such a spicy thing.

Shang Feiwu poured a glass of juice in the open kitchen, and looked at Lu Yiyou, who kept drinking tea, with some schadenfreude.

In a voice that only he could hear, he muttered, "Hmph, I can't eat it, it's true." ”

After taking a big sip of juice, she saw that the moonlight in the courtyard was not good, so she prepared to paint in the courtyard.

It also happens to avoid a trip to the land in the villa.

Lu Yiyou caught a glimpse of the figure running into the courtyard with a drawing board, and his ink eyes sank, "Aunt Zhang, Uncle Ji, there are so many things to be busy with today, you go and rest." ”

When the servants had retreated, he stomped deeper into the courtyard.

Lu Yiyou was holding a cup of blue and white porcelain teacup, smelling the faint fragrance of tea, and saw that the figure in the courtyard was in love with the moon in the sky, looking up from time to time, and then thoughtfully sketching on the drawing paper.

He didn't want to disturb her who was thinking about her, so he sat on a wooden chair in the corner of the quiet courtyard, sipping a sip of tea from a blue and white porcelain teacup.

When you are in a good mood, the tea you drink will be naturally mellow.

The moonlight sprinkled on her eyebrows, on the ends of her hair, on her petite body.

Sprinkled on, her focused brush.

Under the dark starry sky, a full moon hangs high, bright yellow and beautiful.

Under the full moon, a petite girl is concentrating on depicting all this.

Lu Yiyou waited on the wooden chair for a long time, and finally saw her finished smile, stretched, took a long breath, and smiled happily.

He put the teacup on the window table and walked over in a dark but silent manner.

Shang Feiwu touched his stiff neck, happily put away the drawing board, got up, and suddenly stood up and shook a little dizzily after sitting for a long time, but shook into the eager embrace behind him.

Lu Yiyou hugged her from behind, greedily breathing in the soft fragrance of her hair.

When she felt the emotional embrace behind her, she exclaimed, "Ahhh......hh

Immediately, she turned back in panic, her eyes met, and sparks were shining.

Lately, she's been angry, so he hasn't touched her.

Lu Yiyou's sexy thin lips pursed a faint smile, he lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "I want to kiss you." ”

He wanted to kiss her, in this long moonlight.

He wanted to kiss her, in this deep courtyard.

Shang Fei's cheeks suddenly flushed at his proximity, and his heat echoed in her ears.

Before she could push him away, a domineering kiss fell on her delicate forehead.

"I want to ......," his deep voice was staccato in his voice.

"What do you want?"

"I want you!"

The person who was hugged was shocked and hurriedly pushed away the person behind him.

Hurriedly preparing to pack up his painting tools and flee the scene, but—

finally caught it, will Lu Yiyou let her go?

As soon as he pulled his big hand, she fell into his arms again without a place to turn.

She looked up, a pair of fawn-like eyes panicked, "You, don't touch me." ”

Lu Yiyou looked at her angry appearance and said, "I've been angry for a week, and I'm not okay?" ”

She looked up slightly in his arms, and for the first time in a week, he had spoken to her explicitly.

Shang Feiwu shook his head indifferently, "It's okay, you get out of the way, I'm going back to the room." ”

Lu Yiyou rested his chin on the top of her head, the fragrance of his hair was fascinating, and he asked, "Are you still sleeping in the guest room today?" ”

Shang Feiwu half-pushed, "Well, the guest room." ”

"Nope." His handsome eyebrows are raised high.

After speaking, before she could speak, he wrapped his lips around her.

"Hmm—" The painting tool in her hand fell to the ground.

Oil paint was scattered around her ankles, splashing her feet with paint.

The cold wind blew, and her mind instantly became clear, "No, no! ”

She was still angry, and she couldn't forget that he had locked her in the car that night in the courtyard because the person in front of her was tall, handsome, and mighty.

In addition, there are bruised kiss marks left by the woman on the neck.

She raised her hand and refused, "No." ”

and hurriedly pulled the scattered gown.

Lu Yiyou was hot, but he heard her very serious refusal.

And very decisively ran to the villa.

"Huh!" He shouted from behind, looking pained.

"You can't be fooled by him, you can't be fooled by him!" She reminded herself in a whisper, repeatedly.

I ran up to the second floor in one go, rushed into the guest room, closed the door of the guest room, and did it in one go.

She leaned back against the door and gasped quietly, and his muffled voice seemed to be heard outside the door.

With some anger.

She couldn't just disarm and surrender.

The man just now locked himself in the car for a night, causing himself to faint with stomach pain, and this man was the one who fell ill.

Moreover, this man is still dashing and arrogant outside.

Lu Yiyou stood outside the door of the guest room very puzzled, and coaxed: "Shang Feiwu!" What's wrong? Aren't you angry? ”

She put her back against the door, "Who says not to be angry?" ”

Outside the door, his posture was long, his eyebrows and eyes were troubled, "Enough, there should be a degree of anger!" ”

Originally, he was angry at the beginning, this woman actually said in front of him that someone else was his boyfriend, but no man would allow his wife to talk like this.

Locking her in the car was to make sure she had done wrong.

But he didn't expect her to faint and fall ill, she was sick for a few days, and he didn't want her to be unhappy, so he didn't say anything.

But when she recovered, she was still angry.

His actions have shown that he bowed his head first, and she ......

Repeatedly pinched it, and took his recognition seriously.

After Lu Yiyou thought about it, he was very annoyed.

Wen Wen's expression became a little serious.

"Shang Feiwu, I repeat, open the door."