You're dead for that girl who skipped school.

"Xuanxuan, I'll leave it to you. Yingying and I still have some very, very, very important things to discuss." Zhang Xiaoxiao stretched out his long hand and closed the door, leaving Xiao Xuan and An Qianyang in the corridor. The atmosphere on the Internet immediately became deserted.

An Qianyang ignored Xiao Xuan, and walked towards the exit on her own, but she was grabbed by Xiao Xuan before she took a few steps. She tried her best to control her facial expression, and looked at Xiao Xuan as if nothing had happened.

Xiao Xuan glanced at the phone: "It's very late now, it's not safe for you to go back, go sleep with me."

Command tone.

Order?This hateful woman just trampled her sensitive and hot heart under her feet and crushed it hard, and now she is acting like a normal person, and she dares to order her rationally and vigorously!Do you think she An Qianyang is a monkey who can be played with?An Qianyang was angry and impatient, and tears began to roll in her eyes again: "Let go of me, don't care about your business." She tried to break free from Xiao Xuan's hand that was holding her, but unexpectedly she couldn't break free. Instead, he held on tighter.

"I'm your teacher, what should you do if something happens to you at night." Xiao Xuan grabbed An Qianyang's arm with his other hand and pulled her back, and the two fell into a stalemate.

"Mr. Xiao, what happened to me has nothing to do with you." An Qianyang replied while pulling Xiao Xuan in her direction with all his strength. Xiao Xuan was not to be outdone, and the two stalemate. At the corner of the corridor, Xiao Xuankong took out the phone with one hand, panting: "Okay, I'll call your department monitor and ask her to call two boys to pick you up."

When An Qianyang heard this, she felt guilty and anxious, and told the class monitor to be fine. The next day, the whole department knew that she was alone in the hotel with Xiao Xuan's orphan and widow at night: "You are not allowed to fight!"

"Then follow me obediently."

In the hotel room, An Qianyang curled up awkwardly on the big bed, facing the sandalwood round false door. The sound of the hair dryer, and the sound of hands slapping her face after a while, made her feel extremely confused.The bathroom door opened with a "snap", and An Qianyang quickly picked up the mobile phone next to the pillow and pretended to look. Soon she felt a warm body leaning against her back, and the bed collapsed a little.Seeing that the person behind her hadn't moved for a long time, she turned her head slowly, and saw a sharp chin, Xiao Xuan's clear voice accompanied by her fragrance: "Did you draw it?" An Qianyang turned her head to look, it turned out that she Unconsciously, he opened the photo album on his mobile phone. On it was a sketch from Wuzhen today, and the drawing was not yet finished.

"It's very beautiful, very elegant and full of life. I seem to see the normal state of mind of the person who cast the net on the boat." Xiao Xuan lay sideways on the bed, propped his chin with one hand, his eyes were slightly dazed, his gaze Profound and elegant, "An An, you are very insightful and talented, but you are not serious."

Seeing that his work was badly criticized by a layman, An Qianyang finally retorted after nearly half an hour of awkward cold war: "Why am I not serious? You teach computers, how can you understand this?"

"I don't understand, but the basic principles of all walks of life are the same." Xiao Xuan pointed to the top of the painting, "These patches of fog are too thick, and these trees are very loose, because you are too sloppy and too sloppy. , The whole painting is very cloudy if you look closely, and it will not bear it after a long time, because the foundation is unstable. A good painting is like a good mobile phone application, and its code must be concise and rigorous.”

Xiao Xuan's words made An Qianyang secretly startled, and unconsciously developed a feeling of admiration for her, and she temporarily put aside the previous resentment and grievance, but she still replied stiffly: "Yes. Yes, what the professor said is the most correct."

Seeing that Xiao Xuan didn't answer, An Qianyang's momentum gradually weakened again, she said in a nasty voice: "I want to take back what I said to you tonight, Xiaoxiao Zhang is very good."

"Well, it's okay." Xiao Xuan smiled, and the corners of her eyes and brows, which were always cold, exuded a faint warmth, "Can I see your other paintings?"

An Qianyang nodded, and turned to a painting from his childhood. The painting was in a car. The middle-aged driver was chatting with a middle-aged woman with short hair at the front of his mouth. The atmosphere was very pleasant: "This is my Dad, this is Amu. My father was very handsome when he was young, and Amu was our nanny, and they are my closest relatives."

The next one is in a dark red room, a man is sitting and smoking a cigarette: "This is Cheng Fei, my father's subordinate. I drew it when I went to Sydney. It seems to be a sophomore homework."

An Qianyang heard Xiao Xuan's tired and indifferent answer in his ear: "You drew him quite ugly."

"Gah? Is it ugly? He looks like this..." An Qianyang didn't hear a reply for a long time after speaking, and turned his head to see that the person beside him had fallen asleep.I saw Xiao Xuan's hands resting lightly on his waist, his black hair covered half of his face, his slender neck and slender collarbone were exposed under the silky black suspender pajamas, his glamorous temperament was completely subdued, replaced by Lovely fragility.

The summer night wind blew in, and the room became a bit chilly. An Qianyang got out of bed gently and pushed the window shut. Turning around, he saw a lot of teaching materials on the bedside table by the window sill, and a densely written notebook with a book on it. pen.

Maybe Xiao Xuan is right, he really doesn't know anything about her, so is his liking for her also so shallow that it's scary?An Qianyang looked back at the person beside him who was sleeping with frowns, pulled the quilt over her body, and hugged her gently.

The author has something to say:

I don’t know if Wuzhen looks like this,

Always wanted to go.

@口水东西喜, Zhang Xiaoxiao’s lover is called Song Yingming,

I myself misremembered-. -

It's so rare to change, let's change it another day.