Qin Shi Luo Net People

Chapter 100 Madam, Please Respect Yourself
Is Luo Yan a man?

That's for sure, and he's still a pure man. When it's time to be hard, he will never be soft, hesitant, like a sissy.

But this time something is different.

Luo Yan feels that his current situation is a bit like that of Zhao Zilong in Changshan surrounded by Cao Jun. There are dangers everywhere. If he is not careful, he will be eaten up and wiped out by the opponent, leaving no bones left.

Mrs. Mingzhu is not an ordinary woman, let alone an ordinary wife of a country.

From the fact that she can suppress Hu Meiren and manipulate Han Wangan to make decisions with a few words, it can be seen that Mrs. Mingzhu is unusual.

The trendy banshee lives up to her reputation.

But, what does this have to do with me, I am just a painter, ma'am, you play so excitingly, have you ever thought that I am just a child.

Luo Yan's heartbeat accelerated for a few seconds, and he couldn't help but look at the figure lying sideways on the couch a few meters away.

Luo Yan is naturally in Baixiang Hall at this moment, but it is not a place where incense is blended, but a courtyard on the side.

It can be regarded as the bedroom of Mrs. Mingzhu.

Luo Yan really didn't understand what Mrs. Mingzhu wanted to do. He clearly agreed to let him teach painting, but the moment he entered the bedroom, the other party said to change clothes, and after a while, he was wearing a black tulle The long skirt came out, and the proud figure was even more looming under the cover of the tulle, which was eye-catching.

The exaggerated S-shaped figure and the pair of purple-black high heels reminded him of the Victoria's Secret that he saw on TV in his previous life.

The most important thing is to ask Luo Yan to paint for her.

This. . .

Is this a trick for me? !

withstand!

Must stand up!

If you can't stand it, you have to stand it!

Luo Yan took a light breath, trying his best to act like a first-timer, with a reserved expression, without squinting, concentrating on appreciating, no, concentrating on painting, as a painter, how can you be half-hearted when painting.

Even if there are more temptations ahead, you must be as calm as water.

There is no woman in the eyes, only a pen in the heart.

"Sir, is the painting finished??"

Mrs. Mingzhu still maintained the posture of lying on her side, her lazy and charming eyes blinked slightly, she looked at Luo Yan with all kinds of charms, her long white and slender jade fingers gently brushed her long hair, the soft blue silk slipped down, and the pearl under her earlobe Shaking slightly, the slender and straight legs changed into a staggered posture, looking at Luo Yan as if inviting.

Just to die for!
Luo Yan didn't think it was an invitation, it was a trap.

Once trapped, it is estimated that it will die miserably.

That means Luo Yan has a good heart. If it were those kids who hadn't left the school, they would definitely fall into the trap at this moment, and even prostrate themselves under her pomegranate skirt and let her manipulate them.

Once it is put on, life and death are really involuntary.

"It's just a little bit away from the painting."

Luo Yan responded solemnly, seemingly unmoved, but his slightly nervous expression betrayed him.

Of course, this is pretend.

When getting along with women, remember not to be dazzled by beauty, whoever is calmer will have an advantage.

No matter how beautiful and attractive the other party is, you must be clear-headed.

The body can respond, representing health.

But the brain can't move with the body, it will appear brainless.

Especially in the face of a vicious woman like Mrs. Mingzhu who is deeply involved in the world, you have to pretend, pretend to be a junior brother, pretend to be ignorant, nervous and bewildered. Only in this way can you see what the other party is trying to do At the same time, it reduces the vigilance of the other party, and also reduces the degree of danger in the other party's heart, so that the other party will not take him away in a wave.

I don't know what will happen in the future.

Luo Yan felt that he had to survive the first round at least.

Now it's like walking a tightrope, taking a wrong step, Luo Yan feels like he has to kneel.

Because the current place is really not right, and Mrs. Mingzhu's identity and behavior are also not right. If there is a slight mistake, she will not be able to leave the Han Palace today.

"Da Da~"

The moment Luo Yan's words fell, Mrs. Mingzhu stood up, her delicate feet gently raised her high heels, her fair calf exerted a little force, and she put on the shoes by straightening her feet, like a model on a catwalk, stepping on the floor tiles, twisting Came to Luo Yan's side with a proud figure, the fragrance was pleasant and sultry.

After Luo Yan looked over cautiously, Mrs. Mingzhu had already walked in front of her, her figure was as proud as a queen, only she was holding a small leather whip in her hand.

She looked at Luo Yan tenderly and charmingly.

I saw Mrs. Mingzhu bent slightly, her black hair slipping down, covering the spring in front of her, a delicate and gorgeous face looked at the "nervous" Luo Yan with a smile, she had no interest in Luo Yan's paintings, His long and narrow eyes stared straight at Luo Yan, and his thin lips parted slightly, pouring out pandan.

"Sir, you are nervous~"

There was a hint of cunning and playfulness in those dark eyes.

You really thought it was my first time in town! ?

Luo Yan answered in his heart, a little wanting to laugh, but there was a shy smile on his face as if he had just walked out of the countryside, he lowered his head cautiously, as if he didn't dare to look at Mrs. Mingzhu, and replied in a low voice: "Madam is a noble lady. , Xiaosheng Xiaosheng is afraid that he will desecrate Madam."

"Xiaosheng? You scholars are really interesting. Didn't you say that Mrs. Ben has a peerless beauty? Now Mrs. Ben is in front of you, but you dare not look~"

Mrs. Mingzhu's beautiful eyes blinked slightly, looking at Luo Yan who looked like a junior brother, with a playful smile on the corner of her mouth, her fingers gently pinched Luo Yan's chin, like a mature elder sister molesting an innocent little brother, Wei Wei lifted Luo Yan's head up.

Let it meet its own gaze.

I didn't expect you to be such a lady.

Luo Yan's chin was pinched by Mrs. Mingzhu, and his macho character instantly made him feel insulted. Reason reminded him to keep calm, pay attention to his identity, and pay attention to the current situation. As if being insulted, she got up like an electric shock and escaped from Mrs. Mingzhu's control.

"Madam, please respect yourself!"

"What if my wife doesn't want to?!"

Mrs. Mingzhu looked at Luo Yan's "fearful and nervous" expression, the smile on the corner of her mouth became more intense, and the interest in her eyes became more intense. Luo Yan took a step back, and she took a step forward, pushing Luo Yan to the door. position, asked softly.

Then you should hurry up!
Luo Yan closed his eyes, with an expression of allowing you to do anything, and at the same time complained in his heart.

At this time, it is best to do nothing.

Mrs. Mingzhu can do anything to him, but he must not do anything to Mrs. Mingzhu.

However, Mrs. Mingzhu did not continue to push forward, insulting Luo Yan's innocence, she pulled away a distance with a smile on the corner of her mouth, walked to the front of Luo Yan's painting, reached out to pick it up, admired it for a while, and then looked at it. Luo Yan, whose eyes were still closed after entering the door, blinked slightly, and said softly: "Have you ever painted for other women, sir?!"

"Never, madam is the first woman I have drawn into a painting."

Luo Yan slowly opened his eyes, looked at Mrs. Mingzhu not far away, and said without blushing.

"Then sir, you have to promise me that you will not be allowed to paint other girls in the future~"

Mrs. Mingzhu smiled at the corner of her mouth, her eyes were full of seductiveness, and she instructed.

"I promised Hu Meiren today..."

Luo Yan said with some embarrassment.

"I'll explain to Mr. Hu Meiren."

Mrs. Mingzhu said with a light smile, her tone was very casual, as if she never took Beauty Hu seriously.

Luo Yan hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly: "Then try my best."

"Sir, you can't try your best. If you don't do what you promised me, then I will chop off your hand~"

Mrs. Mingzhu's eyes blinked gracefully, and she looked at Luo Yan seductively but indifferently. She said it in a gentle way, but there was a chill in it, which made people feel terrible about her.

No matter how scary it is, it is also a woman.

A pure man like Luo Yan has nothing to fear when dealing with women.

"Ma'am, I'm worrying too much. If it wasn't for what the king said today, I wouldn't have painted Hu Meiren. I have seen Madam's peerless face, and I don't feel like painting other women. I also need to look at inspiration and objects when painting."

Luo Yan looked at Mrs. Mingzhu, and said seriously in the tone of a scholar.

At this moment he is serious.

"In that case, why don't you dare to look directly at Mrs. Ben~"

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Mingzhu pinched the picture scroll with her fingers, stepped on her high heels and pressed against Luo Yan again, and asked softly
Luo Yan stared at Mrs. Mingzhu with burning eyes. After watching for a while, he quickly lowered his head pretending to be uneasy, and said slowly: "It is because I like Madam's face that I don't want to blaspheme. If you like it, you have to be careful." Treat with respect, not destroy."

"How much do you like it?"

Mrs. Mingzhu was slightly taken aback, then smiled lightly, her eyes fell on Luo Yan, she seemed to think that Luo Yan at the moment was very interesting.

"I dare not speak nonsense."

Luo Yan said cautiously.

"What if my wife wants to know?"

Mrs. Mingzhu was aggressive, her eyes were slightly fixed, her smile was restrained, and her fingers lightly slid over Luo Yan's shoulder.

Up and down, very naughty.

Luo Yan stubbornly closed his mouth, closed his eyes, and remained unmoved, just refusing to speak. . . . .

(End of this chapter)