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Jiang Jing covered Wen Tian with a long towel, and asked him to wipe off the water on his body, so as not to feel too uncomfortable.

During the whole process of brushing hair, the lights in the dormitory were on, and Wang Lin sat on the bed with a vigilant expression, staring at the two of them.

He was about to fall asleep just now, when the housekeeper's aunt knocked on the door suddenly, saying that he wanted to come in.

There was a man following behind her. Judging by the look on Aunt Suguan's face, it seemed that she had a lot of background.

The man's expression was dark and indifferent, he asked directly where Wen Tian was, and then went straight to the balcony.

He thought that Wen Tian should have climbed into some rich man.

Wang Lin was apprehensive, but he didn't care too much. After all, his family was also very wealthy, and his mother would take care of him when any mess happened.

After Jiang Jing cleaned up the dirty water for Wen Tian, ​​he asked him, "Who closed it?"

His tone was not that good, he didn't expect that something would happen to Wen Tian just because he didn't stare at him all night.

Wen Tian twisted his fingers, hesitating a little.

Jiang Jing watched from above, seeing that Wen Tian didn't speak, and said softly, "Then punish them together."

He would rather kill by mistake than let one go, which made everyone's heart tremble.

No one seems to doubt whether he has the ability to do it.

Someone couldn't bear the tormented atmosphere, and quickly pointed to Wang Lin, "It was him——Wang Lin did it, and it has nothing to do with us."

"Yes, he tricked Wen Tian to go to the balcony to get clothes, then poured a basin on him, and locked him outside. It's been closed for almost two or three hours."

Wang Lin gritted his back molars, his eyes burst out fiercely, "You guys are really good, you speak really fast."

She usually relies on him for everything, but turns around and sells out at critical moments.

The eyes of the two people dodged and said: "It was originally your idea alone, and we didn't express our position throughout the whole process."

Wang Lin sneered, ignored them and folded his arms to meet Jiang Jing's gaze, which was indifferent.

It doesn't matter if you know it's him, so what if he did it, can you kill him?

Jiang Jing glanced at the name beside his bed, then his eyes fell on him, "Have you ever heard of Yihu?"

Wang Lin was stunned.Of course he had.

Yihu is also a military academy, but the order there is chaotic and there are small groups of different classes.

That group of flies oppresses people with power, and they know how to retaliate against others in an unobtrusive way, and they can still be uncontrolled afterwards.They really dare to see blood.

"You are very suitable there." Jiang Jing said lightly.

Wang Lin's face was a little moved, and he said anxiously: "What do you mean by that?"

"That's right," Jiang Jing said in a calm voice, "I mean to send you there tomorrow."

Wang Lin's heart seemed to be pulled, his lips turned white, and he pretended to be calm and said: "Impossible, you don't have the right to transfer my student status."

Jiang Jing's eyes were as deep as a pool of water, and he couldn't see what he was thinking, "Guess if I have it."

Wang Lin opened his mouth and wanted to sneer a few words, but he saw that the housekeeper's aunt looked regretful, as if the ending had already been settled.

What the hell, what does that look mean?He won't really be sent to Yihu Lake by this man, it's not a fucking display.

But he didn't have much courage, seeing this posture, he was faintly taken aback.

Sweat dripped from Wang Lin's temples, and he wondered whether he should apologize, but Jiang Jing didn't give him this chance, and took Wen Tian out of the dormitory before he could speak.

The corridors of the dormitory building are a little dark, because it's bedtime, and many lights are turned off in the corridors.

Wen Tian had to hold on to the handrail before he dared to slowly descend the steps.

But even if he was too careful, when he turned to the stairs, he sprained his ankle.

Wen Tian took a deep breath in pain, he didn't expect that he would be so unlucky, it's fine to be locked up on the balcony for one night, even the stairs are not up to him.

So angry.

Wen Tian felt aggrieved on his small face, and licked his bright red lips. He didn't know where he got the courage, and said to Jiang Jing's back: "Can you, don't walk so fast."

Jiang Jing, who was just one step ahead of him: "..."

He didn't walk fast, even to wait for Wen Tian, ​​he was so slow that he almost stopped every step.

Jiang Jing frowned, the words of retort were on his lips, and he swallowed them after seeing Wen Tian's red eyes.

Understood.

Poor little tantrum.

Jiang Jing let him go, and said slowly: "I will carry you?"

"No need, I can go by myself." Wen Tian lowered his head sullenly, and said in a weak voice.

He is wet now and will stain Jiang Jing's clothes.

Jiang Jing glanced at him, said nothing, put one arm around his knees, and hugged Wen Tian up.

The man has a slender waist and long legs. Holding him with one hand is as easy as holding a kitten.

Wen Tian was dumbfounded by his embrace, afraid of falling, he could only hastily put the tip of his chin on Jiang Jing's shoulder.

Until Jiang Jing carried him downstairs, Wen Tian still couldn't recover.

He was a little confused, didn't Jiang Jing think he was dirty?

Wen Tian's cat turned his head away from Jiang Jing's shoulder sullenly, trying to sneak a look at him to see what expression he had.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Jing also looked over, and Wen Tian was caught on the spot.

Wen Tian's eyes wandered, he didn't dare to look at him anymore, he casually picked up a topic and said, "Admiral, are you really going to transfer Wang Lin to Yihu?"

Jiang Jing looked back again, "You don't want to?"

Wen Tian opened his mouth slightly, "I think it's not that serious..."

"Are you out on the balcony, frozen like an idiot?"

First ask idiotic questions, then excuse someone who has hurt you.

Jiang Jing narrowed her eyes, and said lightly: "You are stupid at first, but now you are even more frozen, shouldn't he be transferred?"

Wen Tian: "?"

Wen Tian blushed, and while feeling ashamed and annoyed, he also understood what he meant, Wang Lin was going to be transferred to Yihu.

Wen Tian pursed his lips, not knowing what to say, and he couldn't interfere with Jiang Jing's thoughts.

Besides, he was also a little angry.

Jiang Jing started the suspension car and sent Wen Tian back to the hotel.After Wen Tian went back, he caught a cold and had a little fever.

His body was already very delicate, and it took a few days later than others to recover from the cut in his foot, let alone being wet outdoors for a whole night with a huge temperature difference between day and night.Getting sick also seemed to be expected.

The matter of moving the hotel was temporarily put on hold.

Jiang Jing asked Wen Tian to take a shower first, then he went to the living room, called the front desk, and asked them to buy medicine and deliver it.

When Wen Tian came out, the medicine had already been brewed.

Jiang Jing tapped the cup with her fingertips, and said to him, "Drink the medicine and sit on the sofa."

Wen Tian obediently responded, walked slowly to the table, picked up the cup, drank the bitter medicine in one gulp, then wrinkled his face and relaxed for a while before sitting on the sofa.

Jiang Jing took out an unused thick towel from the bathroom, helped Wen Tian wipe off the excess water from his hair, then turned on the hair dryer, and sifted his hair with his hands, letting the warm air blow through it.

Jiang Jing's strength was very light, and with the warm wind, Wen Tian was so comfortable that he almost fell asleep.

It seems that it is good to be sick, to be taken care of, and not to be murdered.

Wen Tian narrowed his eyes slightly, and sincerely praised: "General, you can blow your hair."

That tone completely complimented him as a professional hairdresser.

Jiang Jing: "..."

After Wen Tian's hair was completely dried, Jiang Jing turned off the hair dryer, "Go to sleep, have a good rest tomorrow, and don't have to go to school."

Wen Tian was stunned, "Aren't you going to school?"

"With your stupid brain, what can you learn?" Jiang Jing glanced at him and said meanly.

Wen Tian: "..."

He took back the words that he would not be murdered just now.

"Go to sleep." Jiang Jing turned off the light for him.

Wen Tian gave a soft "hmm". He was terrified all night, and with the side effects of the medicine, he fell into a drowsy sleep not long after.

Wen Tian got up late the next day, and when he finished brushing his teeth, the noodles brought by the waiter were cold.When he walked out of the living room, he saw Jiang Jing lowered his head and was on the phone with his subordinates at work, without disturbing him, he tiptoed into the kitchen with the cold bowl of noodles in his hands.

He planned to reheat it and eat something to pad his stomach.

Wen Tian took half a basin of cold water in a pot, boiled it and poured the noodles in again. After 10 minutes, he turned off the fire and took out the noodles.

After scooping up all the noodles into the bowl, Wen Tian's face became a little ugly.

He couldn't believe it, it was a bowl of noodles.

The noodles that had been lumped together were rotten and broken into several pieces. White foam was floating on the top of the soup. The appearance was really... not very good.

But it should be edible.

With the mentality that he would not die from eating, Wen Tian moved the noodles to the living room and started to eat in a low voice.

Jiang Jing was in the middle of the meeting when he suddenly noticed that the eyes of several people on the screen were wandering, and their eyes were not on the information at all.It seems that something has been hanging on them.

Jiang Jing frowned, and looked behind her.

The source was found.

Wen Tian is very dishonest when eating. He likes to bend his legs and put both feet on the chair. In this position, he eats noodles.

The two bare legs were slender with bare bones, the insteps were white, and the two calves were thin and straight.

People are also very soft, holding the bowl with both hands, eating noodles without making too much noise, keeping their heads down, like a little squirrel eating a pine cone.

"Wen Tian." Jiang Jing called out with an unclear expression.

Wen Tian looked over at Wen Sheng, chewed something, and replied vaguely: "I am here."

Jiang Jing closed her eyes and said helplessly, "Put your feet down, I'm in a meeting."

Wen Tian didn't understand why Haohao suddenly asked him to put his feet down, his expression was dazed and dazed, and he looked dumbfounded.

Until Jiang Jing turned slightly sideways, allowing him to see the picture on the optical brain clearly.There are a dozen well-dressed office workers on the screen, with more than a dozen pairs of eyes, looking at this place in unison.

After Wen Tian turned around, in order to protect his little heart, they all tacitly turned their heads back.

Wen Tian: "..."

Wen Tian put down his pink and white legs, and tugged at the trouser legs with flushed cheeks.

He held his fingers tightly together, feeling ashamed to death, and whispered: "Why didn't you say it earlier."

He thought Jiang Jing was just making a communication call, but he didn't expect it to be a video conference.

His posture just now was seen by everyone.

Seeing that Wen Tian was about to faint, Jiang Jing took it for granted and said, "I didn't hear you come out, be obedient and go eat in the room."

Wen Tian replied blankly, walked into the room quickly as if his feet were fluttering, and slammed the door.

Jiang Jing lowered her eyes, as if nothing happened, flipped through the information on the table again, "Continue."

Workers looked at their noses, noses, noses, noses, and hearts. They seemed to be reading the information carefully, but in fact they took out their mobile phones from under the table in a well-trained manner, and sent messages in the group chat with expressionless faces.

[This leg, this little face, I'm so fucking fascinated! ! ]

[They all live together, saying that nothing happened?I do not believe. ]

[Admiral's tone?I used to imagine that this is how the admiral would talk to his wife, help, it’s hard not to drink it, let’s drink it first as a respect. ]

[Family, take a look, take a closer look, when there are more than a dozen people around, that little O dares to show his feet, then if only the general is there...everyone who understands will understand, and those who don’t will be helpless. ]

[I still want to see my wife woo woo woo, my wife hasn't come to the company these two days, if she doesn't come to let me lick her, I'll hang myself with my hair]

Jiang Jing lowered her head and didn't even raise her eyelids, "Whoever posts again will not be in the company tomorrow."

The people at work were startled and quit the group chat in an instant, and Banban was in the middle of a meeting.

It was past eleven o'clock after Jiang Jing's meeting.

He opened the door and walked into the room, and saw a bulging ball on the bed, Wen Tian was lying there with his white and tender legs, turning his head over and over again.

From Jiang Jing's angle, he could see his knees resting on the bed, with the hem of his trousers rolled up, revealing some pinkish thighs.

Jiang Jing closed her eyes, there was nothing she could do about him, and said in a blunt tone, "Can you be a little more careful?"

It was the same just now, he was so stupid that he didn't have any awareness of precautions, and he didn't know when he would be seen all over.

Wen Tian was stunned for a moment, then said foolishly, "What are you paying attention to?"

Jiang Jing: "...it's nothing."

"Are you watching a video?" Jiang Jing put the file on the bedside and asked.

"Yeah," Wen Tian turned around, and turned the light brain in his hand to Jiang Jing, "I'm watching a video of You An drawing."

Jiang Jing frowned: "Who is You An?"

Wen Tian explained: "A painter who paints beautifully."

You An was originally just an amateur who occasionally posted random drawings on Weibo. Later, the paintings he drew were taken by a big name in the industry, and he took him to participate in various competitions, winning the first prize along the way.

You'an's painting skills were discovered by everyone, from a little-known little transparent to a hot big painter, with a great reputation, and the establishment of sub-art exhibitions almost all over the place.

Aside from his painting skills, Youan is still an alpha with superior looks, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, which is different from his gloomy painting style, giving people a sense of sunshine and strength.

So relatively, he also has a lot of fans, and Wen Tian is one of them.

From time to time, Wen Tian went to the official website to check the relevant information about You An, and just now he saw a new message on it, saying that You An would come to the art exhibition on Devaux Street to hold an autograph session, and the time would be this afternoon.

Youan has traveled around other planets all year round, and this is the first time he has come here to hold an autograph session.

Of course, Wen Tian couldn't let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Wen Tian changed from lying on his stomach to sitting upright. He looked at Jiang Jing eagerly and asked, "Admiral, there is an autograph session for You An this afternoon, can I go?"

Jiang Jing's expression was light, and she paused for a few seconds before saying: "Whatever."

Wen Tian was in a happy mood, and when he was happy, he couldn't help but want to share it with others.

He called out a painting by You An, showed it to Jiang Jing, and asked, "This is a painting that You An won last year, isn't it beautiful?"

"Average." Jiang Jing glanced at it and then defined it.

Wen Tian was stunned for a moment, he was waiting to hear Jiang Jing say it looked good, but he didn't expect it to be an "average" who couldn't be better or worse.

generally?Is this normal?

Wen Tian pursed his lower lip, and turned out another one, "Then this one is the award-winning work the year before last."

"Not good." The evaluation was even lower.

Wen Tian seemed to be aroused by Jiang Jing to have some strange desire to win, and he insisted on hearing Jiang Jing say a good word.

Jiang Jing couldn't bear it anymore, when Wen Tian handed over the sixth painting of You An, he walked out of the room and slammed the door, which was quite loud, shaking the ashes on the ground.

Wen Tian: "?"

What happened to the general?

There are still vacant tickets for You An's art exhibition, and Wen Tian was lucky enough to buy the last ticket.

Holding the admission ticket and bus ticket, he got on the suspension car to the art exhibition.

After about an hour, we arrived at the art exhibition.

The weather was sweltering and humid, and just after getting out of the car, a wave of heat blew over, Wen Tian's cheeks were a little sticky with sweat, his black hair stuck to his ears, and his lips were bright red and moist.

Feeling a little uncomfortable, Wen Tian went to the toilet first.

The toilet was very quiet, no one was there, and the incandescent light was dazzling. Wen Tian pursed his lips and walked towards the last cubicle, when suddenly he heard soft footsteps behind him.

The footsteps didn't mean to stop, as if they were walking straight towards him, Wen Tian blinked his eyes, and wanted to turn his head curiously, when his arm was suddenly grasped tightly by a broad and strong hand.

Wen Tian didn't even see his face clearly, and was dragged into the cubicle by that man.

— click.

The door is locked.

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Xiao Jiang, I want to buy some vinegar from you