After Shen Qingtang followed Jiang Qingyan home, he found the embroidery shed and began to depict it in detail on the embroidery surface.

In fact, she used this to dispel the unhappiness in her heart.

No matter how strong a person is on the outside, there will be times when he is vulnerable.

Originally, it would have been nice to just advise yourself to work harder, but when you see those who seem to be born with easy access to everything, you still feel sincere envy.

Especially...... Gu Nanqiao had such a sweet life.

The lines of the hydrangea mandarin duck gradually outlined and took shape, which should have been gentle and delicate, but because of her state of mind, it was two more points of solemnity.

Shen Qingtang pursed his lips, ripped off the embroidered cloth irritably, and threw it away, but it just rolled down in front of Jiang Qingyan.

He leaned over and picked it up, unfolded it again, looked at it carefully, and asked, "Tang Tang, are you in a bad mood?" ”

When he walked towards her, the wardrobe was dyed with a faint Sanskrit incense, which was burned in the study for meditation all year round.

When Jiang Qingyan was expressionless, he really looked like a god, born on the top of a high mountain, drinking fairy dew in the morning and drawing the glow of the sun in the twilight.

But he was so close to her at this time, as if he could touch him only a little forward.

Shen Qingtang instantly had the urge to want him to fall into the ordinary, she stood on tiptoe and grabbed his collar tightly, biting the man's gentle lip hard.

It's cool to the touch, it's perfect for kissing, and a reckless novice like her can find pleasure in it.

When they let go again, both of them tasted a faint fishy sweetness in their mouths.

Jiang Qingyan's eyebrows were dyed lustful, and his slender fingers gently pressed his lips: "Tang Tang's strength is really great." ”

Shen Qingtang's expression did not change, and he still said to him coldly: "This is a lot of energy? After that, you will be affected. ”

Jiang Qingyan: "......"

His original intention was to tease Shen Qingtang, it was best to make her so shy that she was embarrassed, and then firmly engrave this emotion into her soul and remember it forever.

Shen Qingtang took the lead and reversed the situation of the two.

Jiang Qingyan coughed lightly and said, "It's too late, let's embroider tomorrow." ”

She has always been stubborn, Jiang Qingyan doesn't think that she can easily influence her decision, and she doesn't dare to compare her status with her beloved Su Xiu.

But this time she said yes quickly: "Okay." ”

Jiang Qingyan was slightly stunned, but she bent her eyes, and her voice was heartfelt: "Jiang Qingyan, do you have any wine?" I want to drink. ”

"Yes, I'll get it."

Jiang Qingyan responded, and the pace of stepping out of the door increased significantly.

He has several wineries abroad, and he collects a lot of famous products every year, and in this villa alone, there is a wine cellar full of wine.

He was vaguely aware of Shen Qingtang's mood swings, as if he had made a major decision to have a showdown with him.

But he still suppressed the panic in his heart, and seriously chose a bottle of red wine to go back to the room.

It's best to drink some red wine before going to bed, not to mention that Tang Tang loves to appreciate beautiful things.

She usually holds back and doesn't say anything, because she is embarrassed to make a request, but she is a girl after all, how can she not care about her appearance?

A small amount of red wine can nourish the appearance, and Tang Tang will definitely like it.

"Romani Conti?"

Shen Qingtang watched Jiang Qingyan's series of processes of opening the bottle, decanting the wine, and pouring the crystal goblet.

The carmine liquid ripples slightly on the body of the glass, exuding a vague scent, like a rose about to wither.

Her eyes were moist and shiny, like broken stars in the sea: "It is native to France, it is called what God left on earth, and I think it is the strongest moment of love between lovers." ”

Walk through the streets and alleys late at night, just to hold a bouquet of the most beautiful roses and give them to a loved one in the early morning. France, roses, entangled in one place becomes eternal love and romance.

Suzhou embroidery is an art, and the only thing that the talented and intelligent Shen Qingtang can't understand is love.

So she begged Xie Xingye to take her to the upper class wine party to smell the smell of this wine.

For this, she also paid a heavy price, and was blocked in a deep and dark alley on the way back to school and beaten severely.

Thankfully, thanks to her deliberate protection, her hands were not damaged in the slightest.

But the embroidery can no longer be completed, and the ephemeral emotions are replaced by deep destruction.

Later, she tried to retain this dark feeling, and embroidered the "Eagle Stone Sea Water Map", which was finally bought by Sister Ah Nian.

Shen Qingtang closed his eyes and let the warm and slightly cool liquid slide into his throat until his entire body was slightly drunk.

"Jiang Qingyan, I want you."

She threw herself at him almost ferociously, fumbling to unbutton his shirt.

Jiang Qingyan was only stunned for a moment, and then began to cooperate with her, with gentle and strong movements.

The cheongsam slipped off her shoulders, and the nephrite fragrance was flawless everywhere, there was no trace of fat in the slender places, and the fragrant nephrite was smooth in the plump places, every place made him love it.

The stacked clothes were violently thrown to the corner of the bed, and Shen Qingtang was already ready to bear everything.

Jiang Qingyan finally asked softly when he hugged her into his arms: "Tang Tang, have you thought about it?" ”

She raised her face, her weak and boneless arms hooked his neck bewitchingly, and the mist under her eyes gradually gathered: "I know what I am doing, and there is no more sober time than now." ”

What others have, she also has to have a share, whether it is love or a happy family.

If Jiang Qingyan can't give her this, then she must at least have a child of her own to accompany her through the long silent years.

His ankles were gripped hard by him, intertwined around his elbows, and the sound was suppressed on his lips, and the sound of broken jade was missed from time to time.

Afterwards, Shen Qingtang turned his back to Jiang Qingyan, and his whole face was buried in the pillow.

A small piece of smooth silk collapsed, but it seemed to collapse Jiang Qingyan's heart.

He restrained his emotions and wrapped his arms around her slender waist, so that she had to meet his eyes.

Shen Qingtang frowned, the emotion in his eyes couldn't tell whether it was pain or pleasure, only red, swollen and aggrieved, and tears fell in tears.

Jiang Qingyan suddenly whispered helplessly and infatuatedly: "Tangtang, don't cry." You cried so much that my heart hurts. ”

He lowered his head and followed her tears, gently slid over his shoulders and neck, until his intoxicating waist socket, and gathered into his flat lower abdomen, all flowing with strong love.

"Jiang Qingyan," she couldn't help but whimper again, soft in his arms, "I'm just not used to it...... And it's really ...... It hurts a little too much. ”

When the choppy waves returned to silence again, she was sleepy and murmured, "Jiang Qingyan, you must be kind to me." ”

I don't know how many sweet dreams I entered overnight, all of which were expectations for the future.

It wasn't until the second day that the fine pieces of gold were subverted into various warm shapes by the curtains, and splashed on the sides of the two embracing each other.

Jiang Qingyan, who has always been thunderous when he gets up in the morning, is unprecedentedly lying in the quilt and refusing to get up.

After notifying the secretary and giving herself a holiday without thinking, Jiang Qingyan half-propped herself up, her eyes outlining her gentle face.

Last night's surprise came too suddenly, but Jiang Qingyan did not forget her depressed expression at that time.

Did someone bully her?