My Professor Shen

The long white T-shirt just covered Jiang Ling's thighs, and a pair of slender and well-proportioned jade legs were unscrupulously exposed in front of Shen Qingchuan's eyes.Under the dim light, the white dangle made her dizzy.

Shen Qingchuan poured a little potion for bruises in the palm of his hand, carefully dipped his fingertips in the potion and spread it evenly on the red and swollen scars.The palms rubbed against each other, warmed up slightly, and then covered Jiang Ling's bruised abdomen, making circular motions gently.

The crunchy and itchy feeling in the lower abdomen covered up the shallow pain, and an indescribable dryness gradually arose in her heart. Jiang Ling despised herself for having such dirty thoughts in her heart at such a time.She lowered her head in a panic and bumped into Shen Qingchuan's moist peach blossom eyes, and was the first to lose. She hastily withdrew her gaze, and looked around Shen Qingchuan's room absent-mindedly.

Counting the time when she was six years old, this is the second time she has blatantly broken into Shen Qingchuan's bedroom. The furnishings are the same as before, and there is no new addition. It seems that the owner of the room has not been back for a long time. .

On the desk obliquely facing the bed, there were several thick stacks of papers, among which were a few hard-shell notebooks sandwiched in a mess.

"What is that?" Jiang Ling pointed to a corner of the desk, curious but also to divert her attention, the strangeness of her lower abdomen was both enjoyment and torture for her.

Shen Qingchuan raised his head and glanced lightly after hearing the words, "That's my manuscript."

She has been very interested in buildings since she was a child. If she inadvertently sees something unique during the day, she will draw pictures to deconstruct or copy some interesting works in her spare time when she returns to her bedroom at night.

The servants of the Shen family also know that the cleaning lady's room can be moved anywhere, only the desk is absolutely untouchable, and the strange and weird things drawn on the paper are all the young lady's precious bumps, whichever one is accidentally dirty or broken Neither can.

The wrist Shen Qingchuan rubbed was sore, the palm of his hand became dry, and the potion had been completely absorbed.She withdrew her hand, and the horrifying marks on Jiang Ling's lower abdomen became much less visible to the naked eye.

As soon as the hand was removed, the scorching heat in the lower abdomen dissipated, Jiang Ling quietly breathed a sigh of relief with Shen Qingchuan on her back, the back was covered with hard-working sweat, she calmed down and asked curiously: "Can I take a look? "She also wanted to know more about her sister's past.

Her bright eyes looked at Shen Qingchuan sincerely, Shen Qingchuan pursed his lips, paused his hand to put away the medicine bottle, and said, "Mmm." So easily agreed to Jiang Ling's intrusion into her most private space.

Even though Shen Qingchuan has not been home for many years, the servants of the Shen family still follow her living habits, the indoor windows are bright and clean, and the floor is not stained, except for this desk which is covered with a thick layer of dust.

Jiang Ling picked up the sketchbook on the top, gently brushed off the dust on it, and carefully read the contents inside. The two of them didn't talk for a while, and there was only the rustle of paper turning in the quiet room.

All the paintings in this book are copied manuscripts, and the name of the original author and the title of the work are marked on the top of each sheet.The lines drawn by the pencil are smooth, the arcs are beautiful, the thickness changes evenly, and the pauses and turning points are smooth and natural. Apart from Shen Qingchuan's good painting skills, she doesn't understand the rest of the mortise and tenon structure. .

Jiang Ling quickly flipped through the entire booklet from beginning to end, and found that the works of an architect named Gaudi appeared frequently in it, and it seemed that he was also a master that her sister admired more.

It was already three o'clock in the morning when she finished reading, and the half crescent moon outside the house was obscured by the drifting dark clouds, and the security guards patrolling the house also went back and forth to check for several rounds.The two have been tossing and tossing for too long, Shen Qingchuan has not had a drop of water since he was grounded in the morning, and he has cried several times, his wife's mood swings, and now his body is exhausted.

Shen Qingchuan's bed was big and spacious, more than enough to sleep the two of them, she silently moved to the side, wondering if it was because she was hungry and tired, even though it was hot summer, her hands and feet were still cold.Seeing this, Jiang Ling lay down in the space next to her, and silently put a gap between her and her.

"Sister." Jiang Ling called softly.

"Huh?" Shen Qingchuan blew the cold wind for too long, and spoke with a strong nasal voice.She closed her eyes and felt the thunderous heartbeat in her chest, and she was tired and excited at night.

Jiang Ling's hand moved slowly under the quilt, and after touching Shen Qingchuan's soft fingers, her eyes lit up slightly, and then warmly covered the back of Shen Qingchuan's hand, her slender fingers bent, touching her ten fingers in perfect fit. buckle.

Shen Qingchuan's heart trembled slightly, he resisted and struggled a few times with his hand but couldn't pull it out smoothly, so he stopped moving and followed her.

"How long are you leaving?" Shen Qingchuan closed his eyes and rested his mind.

"Six o'clock in the morning." Jiang Ling scratched Shen Qingchuan's palm, a numb itching quickly occupied her entire arm, trembling followed the blood flowing through her limbs, but it miraculously soothed her excitement Spirit.

At six o'clock in the morning in summer, the sky is already dark, and the security guards who are changing shifts are the most tired and exhausted. Taking advantage of these few minutes of vacancy, it is the best plan to return along the original road.

Hearing this, Shen Qingchuan's tense thoughts relaxed a bit, and his eyelids felt heavier and heavier.I don't know when, the gap between the two has completely disappeared, and the two warm bodies are tightly attached to each other. Jiang Ling is like a warm little sun, and the fiery temperature on her body is ironed through the thin clothes. From the bottom of Shen Qingchuan's heart.

She seemed to be lying on a small boat floating on the sea, and she felt sleepy from ups and downs at any moment.

"Go to sleep." Shen Qingchuan heard Jiang Ling whispering close to her ear, these words seemed to have a soothing effect, she tilted her head and fell into a deep sleep.This is one of the few dreamless nights in so many years.

At [-]:[-] in the morning, the set alarm clock started to vibrate on time. Jiang Ling opened her eyes suddenly at the first sound, and turned off the alarm clock quickly.Looking back carefully, Shen Qingchuan still seemed to be sleeping soundly with her eyes closed, and she calmly placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

Jiang Ling put on her clothes on tiptoe, grabbed the window sill on the second floor and looked around outside. After making sure that there was no one around, she jumped with her legs slightly bent, and landed firmly on the lawn.

Little did they know that after she jumped down, Shen Qingchuan who was "sleeping" on the bed also opened his eyes, looking complicatedly at the place where Jiang Ling left.

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"Are you still eating?" Uncle Li looked uninterested when he saw the old man put down his chopsticks.Of the dazzling array of breakfasts on the table, only the top layer was moved.

"Leave it." Mr. Jiang waved his hand, and the old god was staring at the door, so Uncle Li ordered his servants to clean up the leftovers on the table.

In the early morning, the morning sun burns the morning mist, and the golden light fills the sky. The purple bamboo forests on both sides of the path at the entrance are lush and green.The fragile and slender bamboo leaves can't bear the drops of clear morning dew, and the leaves are about to fall when they bend.The afterglow gradually dissipated, and the purple bamboo forest began to receive the sun's drying, and the condensed water drops fell down, seeping into the soil, and filled with waves of moisture.

Mr. Jiang didn't wait long, and Jiang Ling walked in quickly under the morning sun.

"Good morning, grandpa." Jiang Ling greeted with lowered eyes.

The old man stared at her, pretending to be shocked by her sudden greeting, and shouted in a fuss, "Why did you come back suddenly!" But there was a scheming look in his eyes.

Jiang Ling pursed her lips, and the corners of her lips were stretched into a straight line. She took a deep breath, as if exhausting all her strength, "I beg Grandpa to do me a favor."

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"Are you all ready?" The old man sat in the back seat of the car. He specially put on a brand new Chinese tunic suit.

"Don't worry, I've checked it myself many times." Uncle Li was driving the car intently in the front row wearing white gloves. The short hair between his forehead was all combed back, and his temples were pushed back evenly, giving him a radiant face. A glowing look.

The two chatted one sentence after another calmly, as if they had already planned what happened next.On the other hand, Jiang Ling, who was sitting next to the old man, kept a calm face, but the corners of her clothes were wrinkled. She glanced at the green belt speeding past outside the window, and her mind went blank.

Not long after, the magnificent carved gate of the Shen family came into view.

The old man pursed his lips, and commented: "Why hasn't it changed a bit after all these years, it's still so ugly."

Hearing this, Uncle Li took a closer look, smiled and agreed, "You're right, it's really ugly."

The old man glanced at Jiang Ling, who was obviously in a daze beside him, and patted her hand. Jiang Ling raised her head and twitched the corners of her mouth absently.

Because Uncle Li had already called Shen's family before leaving, so the group was hardly stopped.The old man walked in the middle, Jiang Ling and Uncle Li followed him half a step behind him, and smoothly entered the living room of the Shen family.

And Shen Li has been waiting here for a long time.

Seeing the old man's figure becoming clearer, Shen Li got up with the strength of his crutches and walked towards him slowly, and politely said hello, "What wind brought you here."

The door was opened wider, and the warm air from outside came in. Shen Li's throat felt unbearably itchy. He covered his mouth and nose and coughed a few times in a low voice. The warm water was handed over.

Seeing his frail appearance, the old man frowned, thinking back then that he and Shen Li's father were considered powerful figures of the generation, and as he got older these years, he didn't often show up outside, and his impression of Shen Li still remained. Half size doll at chest height.

Seeing him now, why is he obviously not the same generation as him, but he looks like a dying man, his body is actually not as tough as an old man like him.

The old man suppressed the doubts in his heart, laughed heartily, and said to the pale-faced Shen Li: "I'm here for nothing else, just to pick up my granddaughter-in-law."