Eldest Miss’s Style Isn’t Right

Because his husband has never spoken in a helpless tone, his tone has always been calm, cold and indifferent...

Most of the time, it is impossible to guess his emotions.

But at this moment, Mu Xuanqing's tone was so helpless. Behind this helplessness, there was connivance. If it went deeper, it was pampering.

Gu Qingyu chuckled softly, leaned his head on his shoulder from behind, right next to his ear, blew lightly, deliberately teased him, and said, If I don't let go... What are you going to do? ?

Mu Xuanqing was silent for a few seconds, yes, if she doesn't let go, what is he going to do?

If it was his previous practice, it should be to throw her out... Oh, no, if it was his previous practice, he would not let others have a chance to ride on him at all.

There is no precedent, what to do?

He even found that he did not reject her actions. His body was even seriously feeling everything about her. When she leaned against his ear, his ear actually got a little hot, and her breath tickled his ear. Yes, my heart is itching.

There is still a familiar scent on her body, and her body... almost sticks to him without any gaps, very soft, very...

Fascinating...

In the corner of his light, Mu Xuanqing saw Bai Xiuqi who was stunned.

With a shock, he quickly regained his calm, Let go, it's not good to do this kind of thing in front of the elders.

elder?

Gu Qingyu raised her eyebrows, and then she saw Bai Xiuqi not far away.

She knew Bai Xiuqi. In the memory of the original owner, she was a well-known master of traditional Chinese painting. Just a piece of calligraphy can be sold in five figures. There are many early works in six or seven figures. Bai Xiuqi as his idol.

When the Chinese painting group presented the award just now, it was Bai Xiuqi's award. She still remembered how excited the people below were when they saw him and how enthusiastically they responded.

Gu Qingyu is not very interested in painting, the only thing she is interested in at the moment is...

Mu Xuanqing.

And the energy in him.

And then... it's making money.

But the purpose of making money is ultimately also about energy.

All this has nothing to do with Bai Xiuqi, so when Gu Qingyu saw Bai Xiuqi, his expression was very calm, and he even asked Mu Xuanqing with a little curiosity: Do you know Teacher Bai?

Mr. Bai is my master.

Mu Xuanqing explained, but he didn't even realize it himself. Over the years, he has not let anyone know about his relationship with the people he was close to. Many people in the imperial capital know him as sir, but very few people know about him. , Chinese painting master Bai Xiuqi was his art teacher in his early years.

This is not only to protect Bai Xiuqi, but also to prevent other people who want to please him from bothering Bai Xiuqi.

But in front of Gu Qingyu, he said it naturally.

Of course Gu Qingyu didn't notice that he was special to her, because she had never seen him get along with other people. Even if she did, she only saw Mu Xuanqing in her eyes, and couldn't notice other people at all.

None of them noticed that something was wrong, but others might not.

Bai Xiuqi looked at this scene in surprise. He knew his disciple very well. Although Mu Xuanqing had not had many chances to meet him in the past ten years, he also knew that now he refused to let people be far away. Besides, let alone outsiders, even when he is not so close to his own family, he will not even talk to other people, let alone let others be so close to him, he is almost riding on him!