Please don't be so hard on me!

Fifteen minutes later, Miao Cun sat in Luo Minghan's fully imported Land Rover. His trousers covered the red marks on his ankles. Under his mask, his lips were so red and swollen that they were moist, plump and torn. , Poor thing, it's a pity that Luo Minghan was forbidden to visit this beautiful scene.

Luo Minghan did not miss the piece of paper left by Miao Cong.He's so perceptive, he just knows what's important.The most important and urgent thing is to kiss Miao Cun hard, only then will he be able to concentrate on dealing with these trivial matters.

He bent over to pick it up from the ground, and looked at it for a few seconds with lowered eyes.

During these few seconds, Miao Cun couldn't imagine what he was thinking, whether he had even the slightest suspicion of something strange in it.He didn't dare to make a sound, just drank the water and wiped his lips with the back of his hand vigorously.

But Luo Minghan didn't say anything, just took the paper, picked up Miao Cun's schoolbag and threw it to the back seat, then picked him up horizontally.

Miao Cun choked: "Shoes! Shoes!"

The slippers snapped off his toes and fell off.

The round and tender toes are naturally hooked, and the neatly manicured nails are covered with powder.

For some reason, Miao Cun suddenly blushed.

He was put in the co-pilot barefooted by Luo Minghan like a small and rare living thing.

In the end, I didn't pick up his shoes for him.

"Who was that you just now?" Luo Minghan asked. He adjusted the air conditioner in the car to a higher level, raised his hand to pull down the sun visor, and pressed the small piece of drawing paper into it.

"What are you doing?" Miao Cun asked incredulously.

Luo Minghan was driving while holding the steering wheel. Hearing this, he glanced at him, and it was natural: "The painting is so good, of course I want to collect it."

Miao Cun felt uncomfortable: "...do you like it?"

"No one has ever painted me, you are the first."

"That man is my younger brother, not my own."

"Born by the stepmother?"

"Ah."

Luo Minghan smiled knowingly: "It seems that the relationship is not very good."

"It's very bad."

"You painted me and he found out, so it's equivalent to coming out of the closet? Does he want to report you to your father, or threaten you for some benefits?"

"Threatened me to send him money every month."

"How many?"

Miao Cun went down and said, "Five thousand."

Luo Minghan raised his eyebrows in surprise, and asked again: "Then why didn't you deny it, and called me over to kiss me face to face?"

This is really illogical.Miao Cun is not good at lying, so he lowered his eyelashes and said in a soft tone: "He said that I am like this, it is impossible to get a response, and the person I like must look down on me.... I am not convinced."

The car turned the intersection and drove onto the road.There was no one in front of him, and the red light counted down halfway, Luo Minghan stopped the car slowly, and laughed: "Then what were you playing with me before?"

Miao Cun could only say the answer that they knew each other well, his voice muffled under the mask: "Play hard to get."

Luo Minghan took out the cigarette, thought for a while, and didn't light it for the time being, but leaned over in the last ten seconds of red light, pulled off Miao Cun's mask, stared at his lips for a moment, and sucked it lightly.

After the kiss, he was willing to light the cigarette.

The car started up again, and he asked, "Are you still playing after that?"

Miao Cun said with difficulty: "You kissed me today...can it be over? Just pretend it's over..."

Luo Minghan choked on the smoke: "What?"

Miao Cun pulled up the mask slightly, exposing only the tip of his nose, covering his troublesome bright red lips, "Haven't you kissed enough...?"

This time Luo Minghan answered quickly: "Not enough."

"How long is enough?"

Luo Minghan held the window with his hand holding the cigarette, "According to previous experience, maybe half a year to a year."

Miao Cun's eyes widened.

Half a year!

It's not that everyone is kissed!

Miao Cun stopped talking and considered handing over the oil painting project to his senior so that he could quickly pack up and leave for Xishuangbanna.If Luo Minghan sues him for breach of contract... let's talk about it.

Luo Minghan didn't realize it, the car bypassed the fountain roundabout and drove into the underground parking lot.Looking at the name of the hotel, Miao Cun felt alarm bells ringing in his heart, scolding adults for going through the process too quickly.For no good reason, he opened his mouth and said, "I didn't bring my ID card."

Luo Minghan knew that he had misunderstood, he smiled and said with great interest: "I'll drive it first, you can just go up."

Miao Cun scratched his head: "No,...this is a violation of public security regulations."

Luo Minghan put out the cigarette, and backed the car into the garage with one hand: "It's okay, I know the police chief and the police stations in this area."

Miao Cun pursed his lips and stared at him coldly.

He decided to wait until he got out of the car and entered the lobby, then turned around and ran.

...but without shoes.

Luo Minghan said leisurely: "I'll go up to meet a client, it won't take more than half an hour, you stay in the car for a while."

Miao Cun: "..."

Before leaving, he took a meaningful look at his bare feet: "Don't run, it's weird not wearing shoes."

Seeing him enter the elevator, Miao Cun quickly pulled out the drawing paper and hid it in his schoolbag, his heart pounding.

What to do, he doesn't seem to be able to play with the old fox.

The elevator doors opened again, this time with a uniformed waiter carrying a large silver bag.She looked around the parking lot for a while, and found Luo Minghan's license plate number.

The window was knocked.

"Hello," the waiter leaned over, waiting for Miao Cun to lower the car window: "This is the afternoon tea that Mr. Luo ordered for you."

There were cakes and Chinese desserts, the black tea in the paper cup was hot to the touch, and the rose pinned on the cake paper cup was exquisite, so Miao Cun ate the egg tart while calling Li Liping.

"Auntie," Miao Cun said in a normal tone, "Last time you asked me about the painting class. I just happened to have a senior who opened a new class during the summer vacation. It is specially for new students. It is very suitable for Miao Cong."

Li Liping was busy at the fruit stand, with her mobile phone under her ear, she said pleasantly, "Oh! Really? Then, did you ask the price?"

Miao Cun looked calm: "I told him to take care of him, but he won't charge me."

Li Liping was so happy that she didn't know what to do, Miao Cun changed the subject lightly: "But before Miao Cong brought a girl to my place to spend the night, he took away my sketchbook. I know he wants to learn painting, but did he copy mine?" Useless, he has no background, the more he learns, the worse he will be, and he will not be able to pass the provincial exam."

Li Liping's heart skipped a beat, and she handed over the business of the stall to Miao Jiancheng, then turned around and entered the small black room, "Then let him not learn!"

"Well," Miao Cun responded, "then help me find it, and I'll drop by later to get it."

Because Miao Cong was causing too much nonsense, he found a reason to lock the room, and no one could enter without his consent.Li Liping assigned the keys secretly, and often went in to look through the drawers when he was away, and learned to check the browsing records in the computer—she asked Miao Cun for advice, and Miao Cun taught her mercifully.

Li Liping only had her son in her heart, and when Miao Cun said so, she could only nod her head hastily: "Okay, okay, then I'll look for it."

After Miao Cun finished the call, he called one of the seniors he was familiar with: "Senior," the cake almost fell off, he rubbed his knuckles, and said lightly: "You have not been in the painting class recently. Is it going well? Well, it’s like this, I have a younger brother in my hometown, he has no talent, he is a sophomore in high school, and suddenly wants to learn art and take a shortcut to the art test.”

The senior replied over there: "Come to study with me?"

Miao Cun smiled softly: "His mother can't compete with him, so she can only agree first. In fact, she just wants him to go back to the culture class as soon as possible, so...you scold him the hardest."

The teaching of the seniors is more rigid and strict than some old professors in the school, and cursing and crying are all basic operations.He weighed it up and asked, "What should I do if the scolding is out of the shadows?"

Miao Cun hooked his lips: "That's the best."

After finishing these two tasks, he ate a piece of cake and two egg tarts, and drank a cup of fragrant black tea. He checked the time, and it took about 10 minutes.

Luo Minghan is so punctual, it's time to come back.

Miao Cun jumped out of the car, took the elevator to the hotel lobby, and walked away with bare feet and a relaxed expression under the surprised eyes of passers-by.

Luo Minghan appeared in the parking lot at No. 205 minutes. As a result, the car was unlocked and no one was there.

Oh shit.