I enjoy crematorium in dog blood

The flowers and cakes in the next few days never stopped, as well as Fu Yancheng's persistent caring text messages.

Although Tang Qingqing still didn't reply, today is a little different.He looked at the bouquet of pure white daisies, and said lightly, "This flower looks pretty good, it's a pity to throw it away, find a bottle and put it in."

Li Yao, who was going to throw it away as usual, was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized that the highly professional person didn't ask anything, but just put flowers in vases and placed them in Tang Qingqing's office.

The flowers sway, as if bringing a burst of fragrance with the breeze.

On the other side, after hearing the report, Fu Yancheng raised his eyebrows and leisurely turned the pen between his fingers, "He took it? Very good, there is no need to send it away tomorrow."

Now that the heart of spring has moved, no matter how cold it is, it will turn into water.

……

Saturday is the day when Tang Qingqing goes to painting class. He has some art skills and likes to paint, so even after marrying into Jiang's family, he will go to the fixed teacher's studio to paint for a day every Saturday.

Only, something is different today.

Tang Qingqing looked at the man in front of her, and was a little stunned for a while, "Why are you here?"

He has not received new flowers for two days.If it is the thinking of ordinary people, they must think that this man has given up.

But now that the other party suddenly appeared again, I felt a little joy in my heart... I have to say that Fu Yancheng is quite good at playing psychological warfare.

Fu Yancheng saw the inconspicuous fluctuation in Tang Qingqing's eyes, he smiled slightly and said, "Teacher Zhang has something to do today, so I will help him take care of the students for a day."

Tang Qingqing's expression has returned to normal from the initial astonishment, his clear and lingling eyes are cold, "You know how to draw?"

Fu Yancheng curled his lips into a smile, and his eyes turned around him, especially around his waist for a moment before retracting.Tang Qingqing still had a cold and ascetic expression, her slim white shirt was buttoned up to the top button, except for her slender neck, she couldn't even see any skin.

"I'm good at painting the human body." After Fu Yancheng finished speaking, he picked up a brush and began to draw on the easel.

He was wearing a black casual shirt today, with a few buttons loosely undone around the neckline.When drawing, the jaw line is tight, the side face is deep, and the serious look is especially attractive.

Fu Yancheng was right, but with just a few strokes, the lines and textures of the characters under his hands are clearly presented, and there is indeed some means.

It's just... Tang Qingqing looked at the man on the canvas with his shirt slightly unbuttoned, his slender waist half exposed, and his cold face stained with water, why was he so familiar?

Suddenly, his earlobe felt hot, he looked away, and said lightly: "Okay, let's go to class."

Tang Qingqing sat back where she used to sit, set up the painting tools, and began to concentrate on painting as before.

Fu Yancheng walked up to him at some point to watch him draw.

He suddenly leaned over slightly, put one hand on Tang Qingqing's shoulder, and pointed at his painting with the other, "Qingqing, it should be shallower here, and don't use so much force when you draw the line..."

His name was slowly uttered by Fu Yancheng's deep and magnetic voice, it was like the most intimate whisper between lovers.

Fu Yancheng was still instructing him, with the other party's subwoofer next to his ears, and the knuckle-boned palm of the other hand resting on his shoulder was as hot as if it could burn a person's heart.

Tang Qingqing looked a little out of place, his mind was disturbed, and his paintbrush was unstable.

Fu Yancheng looked at these strokes, and laughed softly, "It seems that Qingqing is not very familiar with the structure of the human body, so why not practice it yourself, so that you can understand it more clearly..."

As he spoke, he unbuttoned his shirt with one hand, and took Tang Qingqing's hand with the other to bring it to him.

"What are you doing?" Tang Qingqing was startled, and hurriedly wanted to withdraw her hand, but was held down by the other man. Under the palm was another man's distinct abdominal muscles, which were firm and powerful, and the heat seemed to be scalding. People panicked.

Fu Yancheng leaned close to Tang Qingqing's ear and said, his lips touched the other's earlobe, "Teach Qingqing to draw the human body, I am a good teacher, do you want to learn?"

Tang Qingqing's black eyes trembled, his mind flustered, he suddenly got up, "I should go back..."

There was just a "bang", and he hit the easel with a helpless movement, the canvas was scattered on the ground, the paint on one side was kicked down, and a colorful and enthusiastic painting was splashed on the clean white canvas, just like his heart at this time. .

Tang Qingqing himself staggered and fell down. Fu Yancheng went to pull him, but he only had time to protect his head, and fell onto the canvas together with him.

The back of Tang Qingqing's head was protected, it didn't hurt too much, but he fell a little dazed, his clothes were slightly messed up on the canvas covered in paint, the sun shone on his face from the window, Qingling's black eyes faded from the usual Indifferent, with a bit of pitiful moistness, the reddish corners of the eyes smudged like rouge as if they had been bullied, and two strokes of paint stained the cold jade-like face, adding a bit of seductive style .

Fu Yancheng, who was pressing on Tang Qingqing's body, just stood up with his arms half-supported by his ears. Seeing his appearance, he was slightly stunned, his mind went blank for a moment, only a few words drifted past——

studio.pigment.Mannequins.

Sunlight.warm.Heart pounding.

Tang Qingqing's heart at this time is just like this painting, which is chaotic and colorful, but is indomitably enthusiastic.

Fu Yancheng was tall, almost covering the thin widow's entire figure. He suddenly let go of the arms supporting his body, and the two bodies instantly joined together tightly, warmly touching each other.

Fu Yancheng embraced him, and murmured in a deep voice, "Qingqing, I like you..."

Tang Qingqing was a little out of breath from the pressure, but it was more because of the heat from his body that his brain was starved of oxygen, and he was briefly confused.So much so that when Fu Yancheng leaned forward to kiss him, Tang Qingqing didn't avoid the kiss because he didn't know whether it was too affectionate or the sunlight coming in from behind the other person blurred his eyes.

Fu Yancheng's gentle kiss made people addicted, Tang Qingqing closed her eyes, and her long black eyelashes kept trembling.

His lips were slightly cool, but soft and fragrant, making people want to suck them to warm them up.

Fu Yancheng looked at the handsome face that was close at hand, with deep black eyes - it was so easy to deceive, and he felt a little boring to get started so easily.

But the little widow's lips were indeed soft, addictive, and he was reluctant to let go.

Would the dead husband enjoy it in the same way?

Fu Yancheng felt a little dissatisfied after thinking about it, and pressed the person on the canvas, deepening the kiss. His hand had already touched the hem of Tang Qingqing's shirt, ready to slip in.

"Oh! No..." Tang Qingqing suddenly opened his eyes, and bit Fu Yancheng hard, and Fu Yancheng was pushed away when he was in pain.

Tang Qingqing was panting, with a flustered and self-blaming expression on her face, as if she regretted kissing him just now.

He didn't even dare to look at Fu Yancheng, he just got up and ran.

Fu Yancheng sat on the ground with his hands half propped up, stunned for a moment, looked at his lower body, didn't chase after him, and his face was a bit ugly-this little widow, really defended his dead husband like a jade?

His face was cloudy and uncertain, his heart was inexplicably blocked and full of aroused desire to conquer.

His eyes fell on the painting bag left by the other party, he touched his bitten lip, and subconsciously hooked his lips, "It turns out that it's pretty wild when you're pushed."

……

001 was a little anxious to watch in the sea of ​​consciousness, just wanted to remind the owner not to be seduced by the dog man, and then watched this operation... Well, who seduced whom?

At this moment, Tang Qingqing's white shirt was covered with paint on the back. After running out of the studio and getting into the car, the panicked expression disappeared without a trace.

"go home."

He closed his eyes after he finished speaking lightly, and 001 had already started blowing rainbow farts in his mind, "Master, you are too good! Not only did you not get seduced by the other party, but Fu Yancheng's favorability index rose slowly, but... our crematorium is still progressing 0..."

001 spoke in a low voice.

Tang Qingqing reassured, "Don't worry, Fu Yancheng is not that patient, and within three days, he will make a move."

Shot? 001 hurriedly looked for his storage box, "Master, don't be afraid! I have a stand-in amulet, a consciousness converter, and you will get dizzy when you spray it... I will protect you!"

Tang Qingqing chuckled, "Of course you have to enjoy such a happy thing by yourself."

001: Master, I'm talking about physical injuries, what are you talking about?

The author says:

Wife wife, my wife!Dog men wait to be beaten;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!