The days returned to calm.

On Friday night, Su Yun was alone at home looking at the materials for tomorrow's meeting, and Li Ruochen had just sent a speech.

After reading it roughly, Su Yun knew it in his heart and marked out the professional terms.

Ding-dong, the doorbell rings.

It's the courier, said to Ms. Su Yun.

Su Yun was puzzled, she took the cuboid box after signing for it, she didn't buy anything, it was sent by her parents?

The box is not heavy, the surface is clean, there is no shipping address, and there is no contact information.

Su Yun shook the box, but there was no sound.

Su Yun put the box on the ground, cut the tape with a knife, opened the box, and sat on the ground in fright.

A nude painting of a woman!

The woman in the painting is her, and the posture is the same, but this time it is changed to an oil painting.

Su Yun approached, the painting was sixty centimeters long and forty centimeters wide, framed, and the four corners were pressed against foam blocks.

Dead perverted!

Su Yun took out the painting and wanted to smash it.

There was a folded card under the painting, and Su Yun took it and looked at it.

[Su Yun, do you like this gift? ] If I don't like it, I have other versions. 】

The mobile phone rang, and Su Yun's heart jerked.

Unfamiliar number, but Su Yun did not hesitate to answer.

"Bonjour," said a brisk voice.

"What the hell do you want?" Su Yun suppressed his anger.

"Thirty minutes for you." He Mian hung up the phone after speaking.

-

An hour later, Su Yun knocked on He Mian's door, panting, she was thirty minutes late.

"As a student, Miss Su doesn't seem to have a sense of time." He Mian opened the door, as if he had just taken a shower, wearing a bathrobe, his hair was half dry, and he was holding a red wine glass in his hand, shaking it gently.

After speaking, he didn't wait for Su Yun to answer, turned around and went in.

Su Yun followed in, and He Mian stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and took a sip of wine.

The night view is very beautiful, Su Yun approached, and his figure was reflected in the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"There is a traffic jam on the road", Su Yun watched his mouth open and close.

-

Actually, no, from her residence to He Mian's apartment, thirty minutes is enough.

After hanging up the phone, she struggled and hesitated for thirty minutes, she thought about calling the police, but the other party seemed to have a lot of origin, knew her phone, knew her address, in case of reversing black and white, she not only lost her reputation, but also exposed herself to the public.

She thought she was safe, but in fact, the other party had long controlled her every move and laughed at her self-righteousness.

She is like a puppet at the mercy of the thread, and the other end of the thread is He Mian.

She can't let the painting be made public, she doesn't have artistic cells, she doesn't have Venus and Madonna, she hasn't been open enough to let the world see her figure.

At least not now.

-

"As a compatriot, Miss Su doesn't seem to be very friendly to me," He Mian looked at Su Yun through the floor-to-ceiling window.

Su Yun squeezed out a smile, "How come, did Mr. He misunderstand?" ”

He Mian turned around, looked directly at Su Yun, and gradually approached, "Why are you so unfamiliar, call me He Mian, or Mian, or call me brother like last time." He Mian's last sentence "brother" was said in Su Yun's ear.

Su Yun felt the hot current from He Mian, her ears were dyed crimson, her whole body stiffened and she didn't dare to move or move, so she had to turn her face away and let He Mian get closer, and the sentence "brother" reminded her of their upheavals on the bed.

-

He Mian had the fragrance of bathing on his body, and Su Yun sniffled.

After He Mian finished speaking, he evacuated and paced to the sofa and sat down.

"He Mian, what do you want?" Su Yun looked at He Mian and said.

He is nothing more than obsessed with her body, but twice, and there are so many men like him that women rob him, why should he embarrass her repeatedly.

"Your heart." He Mian made a loud noise.

Su Yun was startled, and only thought he was farting.

A man's words, a deceitful ghost.

-

"Aren't you tired of standing, come and sit and talk." He Mian patted the sofa next to him.

Su Yun didn't move, "How did that painting come about, do you have other photos?" ”

He Mian chuckled, and nodded his head with the index finger and middle finger of his left hand together, "Su Yun, my memory cells remember you, it's not difficult for me to draw a picture, but it took a little time to paint for two days." ”

Without physical paintings, He Mian's memory is afraid to be against the sky.

-

"You let me go." Su Yun said weakly.

He Mian laughed, "Su Yun, I like to conquer and challenge. ”

Translated, I like to chase my prey and enjoy the joy of success. And Su Yun is the prey that he has a crush on.

Su Yun greeted his whole family in his heart.

"If you want to scold, you can scold it, but if you hold it in your heart, you will get sick." He Mian was very considerate in his suggestions.

Su Yun was stunned, was he a human or a ghost?