Little Bastard X Kidnapper

Two weeks have passed in such a threatening life, and Fang Yue is still very upset, thinking that Xiang Rong is really too much.

Not only did he pretend to have a good relationship with him in the office, but he also spread rumors. More than one colleague has come to ask him if he is in a relationship with Xiang Rong.

The most annoying thing is that everyone told him to treat Xiang Rong well.

Hello! ! !I am the one being bullied! !Look at the ugly face of this man! ! ! !You have all been deceived! ! !

Fang Yue explained patiently one by one, saying that the two of them just got along relatively well, and there was no such relationship.Every time I explain it, I feel exhausted physically and mentally.

The only thing that comforted him during this time was that Xiang Rong would let him use the studio as he wished.

When forced to go to Xiang Rong's house, Fang Yue would hide in the studio, ignoring him with the excuse of painting.But Xiang Rong didn't seem to be angry, nor did he intend to stop him, but he would also paint in the studio with him.Sometimes the two of them just stayed in the studio quietly without saying a word until Fang Yue proposed to go home.

On this day, Xiang Rong asked Fang Yue to go to his home again.Fang Yue didn't bother to resist anymore, she put her bag on her back and followed him with her mouth curled up.

"What do you want to eat tonight?" Xiang Rong asked.

"Scrambled eggs with tomatoes." Fang Yue replied coldly.

"Scrambled eggs with tomatoes again? Don't you get tired of eating them?"

"I want you to take care of it! I like to eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes, simple and nutritious! Can't you?"

"...All right." Xiang Rong didn't bother to pierce Fang Yue's small thoughts.He knew that Fang Yue didn't really love scrambled eggs with tomatoes, it was just because this dish was easy to cut...

During this time, Fang Yue was forced to chop up the vegetables every time she went to Xiang Rong's house for dinner.Over time, his knife skills have improved.But if you can be lazy, you still need to be lazy. Fangyue welcomes tomatoes, which are easy to cut and not unpalatable.

Fang Yue finally had to admit that Xiang Rong's dishes were made by himself.He saw Xiang Rong's cooking with his own eyes, and regretted it after seeing it.

Xiang Rong is very serious when cooking, and his movements are smooth and skillful. He looks like someone who often cooks in the kitchen.

What makes Fang Yue love and hate the most is: Xiang Rong will turn the pot upside down.Still super handsome.

The muscles of the arms are particularly obvious when lifting the wok, skillfully tossing and catching the dishes in the wok, and quickly putting them on the plate.If it was Fang Yue from before, seeing a man with such a face and height who could cook and smile so cutely, he would have stopped going up to beg for a "monkey" a long time ago.Although he couldn't even give birth to a little white mouse.

But seeing all this after the "threat incident", Fang Yue was speechless and began to question life.

God! ! !Why can't you give me a man with good looks, cooking skills, sweet smile and gentle personality!My requirements are not high! !God, look at my face, this is really not a high request! ! ! !

Every time Xiang Rong was busy in the kitchen, he saw Fang Yue hugging the door frame of the kitchen and sighing again and again. He seemed to have some major troubles, but he was embarrassed to ask, because he was probably the biggest trouble for Fang Yue during this time. up.

Fang Yue is already familiar with Xiang Rong's family, except for the password at the door, she still doesn't know everything else.

After eating egg noodles with tomatoes made from very "artistic" sliced ​​tomatoes, Fang Yue once again rushed into the studio, intending to spend the remaining two hours in the embrace of art.

Because I ate noodles, today's bowls are easier to clean. Xiang Rong quickly cleaned the bowls, dried his hands, and went downstairs to find Fang Yue.

Pushing open the half-closed door of the studio, Xiang Rong saw Fang Yue who was drawing at his desk.

Fang Yue did not copy other people's paintings today, but recalled the paintings of a small vendor selling iced drinks that he saw on Xiangrong's Road today.The man in the painting seems to be a middle-aged man, but his hair is already grey. Fang Yue deliberately went over to buy a bottle of drink. Just as he was about to leave, Xiang Rong walked over and gave him a look. Fang Yue read a few words first If he scolded him, he went back and bought another bottle.

Xiang Rong glanced at Fang Yue's painting, and was immediately shocked by the amount of details in the painting.

Calluses on the man's hands; the aging wires on the stall's freezer are entangled in tape; the base of the old small electric fan is cracked; there are many stickers on the change box, probably put on by his children.

Fang Yue had memorized so much even though there was only a transaction of less than 5 minutes.

Seeing these, Xiang Rong recalled the boy who stuck himself in the leaflets on campus, the autumn that lit up his life.Thinking about it, Xiang Rong suddenly had an urge to touch Fang Yue.I want to touch his hands that draw warm paintings, I want to touch his handsome face, I want to touch his beating chest, I want to touch his hair, I want to...

Xiang Rong exhaled slowly, suppressing some nasty thoughts, but his heart was already agitated and a little uncontrollable.He walked behind Fang Yue, quickly stretched his hands across Fang Yue's sides and patted them on the table, and instantly became the posture of him wrapping Fang Yue in his arms.

Fang Yue was obviously taken aback, turned her head to look at Xiang Rong and shrank her neck, and said timidly: "You, what are you doing? Murder is against the law!"

Hearing Fang Yue's words, Xiang Rong held back his dumbfounded expression and ordered, "Take off your clothes."

"what?"

"Take off your clothes. Is there anything you don't understand?" Xiang Rong took a step back, folded his arms and looked at Fang Yue.

Fang Yue turned around and looked at the person opposite with a shocked expression, as if she had heard something important.

"Why, what are you waiting for?" Xiang Rong urged.

Fang Yue hugged her shoulders, tried to shrink back, pointed to Xiang Rong and said, "You, you, you! Don't be shameless! I don't want to! I don't want to! I don't want to! Force me to do those weird things. Strange things are against the law! If you take a step back, I will leave evidence and call the police! Then you will be arrested! Compared with my video, you have a big problem! You, you have to think about it! There is no harm in doing this! I advise you not to go to the road of no return, and it is best to stop despicable behaviors that threaten good citizens, understand?"

Fang Yue babbled a lot, and Xiang Rong's expression changed after hearing a few sentences.He squeezed the space between his brows, sighed after listening, and said, "What are you thinking? Think I'm going to rape you?"

"Aren't you?" Fang Yue said in a firm tone.

"No. I want to draw you."

"Huh???? Draw me????"

Xiang Rong nodded: "Yeah. Fine art, drawing the human body." He paused, then laughed wickedly, "Senior also likes art, right? Why did my first reaction when I heard about undressing be that I want to rape you?"

Fang Yue froze for a moment.

yeah, why?Because of Xiang Rong's tone?Xiang Rong's sight?Xiang Rong's eyes?still……

Anyway, it must not be my own heart (sound)!Definitely Not!I am such a pure, beautiful, generous and decent young man in the new century!It must be the fault of this little bastard!Yes, it must be!

Seeing that Fang Yue didn't accept her teasing, Xiang Rong continued to explain: "I won't have a chance after graduation, and now I'm unfamiliar. You just happen to be here, so you can be a model."

Fang Yue breathed a sigh of relief, but she was still tense, and said uncomfortably: "I, I have never been a model... You should find a professional, aren't you short of money?"

"No, I'll just draw you." Xiang Rong was very firm.

"Why!!!"

"Because senior is the most perfect."