The hero ran away with the scum [Quick Transmigration]

Zhuang Yijun's heart trembled, and the grip on Ning Zhi's wrist unconsciously tightened a little bit, the two flames jumping in his eyes gradually went out, and the color of his eyes became dim, "What if I say yes?"

His eyes stared at Ning Zhi without blinking, for fear of missing any subtle expression on the other's face.

Ning Zhi's expression changed slightly, and then he met Zhuang Yijun's eyes with some surprise.

Zhuang Yijun's eyes are very dark and deep, like two deep ancient wells, without waves or ripples, but the moment he looked at him, they suddenly turned into two pools of spring water, soft and warm, as if they were about to drown him in them.

"you……"

Zhuang Yijun saw that there was no rejection in his eyes, and his hanging heart quietly relaxed.

He let go of Ning Zhi's wrist, restrained the urge to hug her into his arms, took a deep breath, and said, "I thought it was very obvious."

"obvious?"

Ning Zhi seemed to have come back to his senses, leaned on the back of the chair suddenly, hugged his chest with one hand, touched his chin with the other, thoughtfully said: "So you are my model, are you seducing me?"

He said with a chuckle, "He's in good shape."

Zhuang Yijun's breathing was stagnant, and his heartbeat suddenly slowed down by half a beat.

It turned out that the daughter-in-law didn't see anything except vomiting.

He swallowed, clenched his fists to his lips, covered the raised corners of his lips, coughed lightly, and said modestly, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, but..." Ning Zhi changed the subject, turned his head, stared at the man exuding joy, and said quietly, "Did you take me to see my uncle's paintings on purpose?"

The corners of Zhuang Yijun's mouth froze, Ning Zhi said coolly, "You are really scheming."

"..."

"Go down and drive, I'm hungry."

Zhuang Yijun returned to the driver's seat with a guilty conscience, and drove home.

Today is the dealer's weekly family gathering.

The two were delayed on the road for a while, and when they got home, it was already dark, and the three aunts and their families were all present.

Ning Zhi greeted them, went back to her room and changed her clothes.

Opening the door and preparing to go downstairs, I saw three cousins ​​and a cousin blocking Zhuang Yijun in the corridor. Among them, cousin Siyu asked: "Big cousin, are you the one who reported my relationship with my mother?"

With his back to Ning Zhi, Zhuang Yijun said calmly, "No."

"Why do you still have the face to deny it!" The fourth cousin said eagerly: "I have seen the video on my mother's mobile phone, and it was you who sent it."

"Since you all know, why are you still asking me?" Zhuang Yijun was as steady as an old dog in his heart.

"You—" Cousin Siyu saw the cousin standing at the door with sharp eyes, her eyes were red, she rushed to Ning Zhi, took Ning Zhi's wrist, and said with a sob: "Cousin, the last time I saw The eldest cousin went shopping with a woman."

Zhuang Yijun: "..." These brats, do they have too little homework?

The fourth cousin rolled his eyes, "Cousin, is she a tall woman with wavy hair?"

The other two cousins ​​nodded seriously, and one of them said: "I have seen the woman you are talking about, not only have I met, but I have also seen them eating together."

Ning Zhi looked at Zhuang Yijun who turned around slowly with a half-smile, "Shopping? Eating?"

Zhuang Yijun said helplessly: "Don't listen to their nonsense, that's my secretary."

"What's wrong with the secretary?" Siyu raised her eyes and snorted coldly, and complained: "Cousin, you don't know, these days, some men like to put their lovers in the company as secretary, isn't there such a saying, what are you talking about?" There is something for the secretary to do..."

The fourth cousin continued: "I have nothing to do as a secretary."

"Bastards!" Zhuang Yijun's expression darkened, and he said sharply, "Who taught you to say such things?"

Once Zhuang Yijun got angry, the brats showed their cowardice.

Si Yu hid behind Ning Zhi, poked out her furry head, and said provocatively, "You've become angry from embarrassment, huh, big cousin, you're dishonest." After she finished speaking, she stuck out her tongue and made a gesture to the three cousins. With a wink, several people dispersed in a hurry.

Zhuang Yijun sneered, and turned around to clean them up.

Thinking of this, he raised his head and said to Ning Zhi: "They are all talking nonsense, Secretary Zhou has a boyfriend."

"Tsk." Ning Zhi leaned on the door frame, crossed his arms, "What wicked thing did you do to make them so angry?"

"It's nothing." Zhuang Yijun carefully observed Ning Zhi, seeing that he was not angry, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Just ignore them, I'll go change my clothes first."

Ning Zhi raised her eyebrows and went downstairs.

Siyu leaned over and said in a low voice: "Cousin, big cousin is dishonest, how are you going to deal with him?"

"Then how do you want me to deal with him?"

"This..." The little girl struggled for a while, and said tentatively, "Let big cousin sleep on the floor?"

Ning Zhi chuckled, raised his hand and rubbed the little girl's head, "Okay, cousin will listen to you."

"Really?" The little girl immediately stopped being entangled, and said with a smile: "Cousin, can you let the big cousin sleep on the floor for a few more days?"

"it is good."

The little girl got Ning Zhi's promise, and ran to whisper a few words to her little friend, and when Zhuang Yijun came down from the stairs, all four eyes fell on Zhuang Yijun, and she smiled gloatingly.

Zhuang Yijun was baffled by several people.After the party, Zhuang Yijun and Ning Zhi returned to the room, frowned and asked, "What did Siyu and the others tell you?"

"Let me clean you up." Ning Zhi said lightly.

"..." Zhuang Yijun wiped his face, "You promised them?"

"Yes, I agree." Ning Zhi turned around, looked at Zhuang Yijun with curled lips, and said, "They asked you to sleep on the floor for a few more days."

"..." Zhuang Yijun's mouth twitched, "Childish."

"You report their dating, it's normal for them to retaliate against you." Ning Zhi suppressed his smile, and said, "I'll go to the studio for a while, be yourself, don't let me break my promise."

"this late……"

Zhuang Yijun paused, then changed the subject, "Do you want me to be your model?"

"Come here to change your bathrobe." Ning Zhi gave him a sideways glance, and left the room first.

The studio at home is not as big as the gallery, Zhuang Yijun demolished an empty room and remodeled it.

He turned on the light, and bright light immediately filled the space, illuminating the studio as bright as day.

Zhuang Yijun poked his head out and saw that there was no one in the corridor on the second floor. He came to the studio door wearing a bathrobe, and knocked on the door with his fingers curled up. When he heard the sound of "come in" from inside, he opened the door and walked in.

The young man is sitting on a chair and sharpening a pencil.He gathered his bathrobe, locked the door behind his back, found a chair by himself, moved it to sit opposite the young man, and said, "Should I take off my clothes?"

"Need not."

Ning Zhi put down the pencil sharpener, looked up, frowned, and was silent for a moment, then pointed to the fabric sofa in the rest area with a pen, "Sit on it."

Zhuang Yijun turned his head, and when he saw the sofa, his mind began to drift uncontrollably.

But no matter how far he drifted, when he thought of Wen Jin's situation, his heart couldn't stir.

He sat on the sofa obediently, and under Ning Zhi's command, he lay on his side on the sofa, with one leg bent, and his head propped up with one hand.

Ning Zhi glanced at his spare bathrobe, walked forward with clenched palms, fetched a pillow, threw it to him, and pointed out, "You're quite coquettish."

Zhuang Yijun was a little confused when he heard it, and he didn't realize it until Ning Zhi threw the pillow on his stomach, his old face blushed, and he quickly blocked the leaking part, "I thought, I thought you..."

"do not move."

Ning Zhi took the pen and returned to the ceiling, his eyes fell on Zhuang Yijun's chiseled face.

He painted faster this time than twice during the day, and finished it in an hour.

Satisfied, he put away the pen, bit the tip of the pen, and his eyes fell on the glimpsed scenery. Here he didn't use a pillow, but the real scenery he had seen just now.

Zhuang Yijun saw that the other party put away the pen, stood up from the sofa, walked over slowly, and stood behind the young man.

Compared with the previous two times, his drawing skills have improved significantly, and he has portrayed the curves and smoothness of his figure, especially——

He looked at the highlighted part, and took a heavy breath, which startled the young man who was thinking.

The young man turned his head, glanced at him casually, and said, "If you mind, I can destroy it."

"No." Zhuang Yijun's voice was hoarse, as if he was suppressing something, "You draw very well."

Now he finally understands why his uncle has that damn hobby, because when he sees that he is drawn by someone he likes, an emotion grows in his heart. This emotion is unprecedentedly strong, so strong that he almost loses control.

He turned around with difficulty, walked out of the studio in embarrassment, rushed into the bathroom, and stayed there for a long time.

When he came out of the bathroom covered in moisture, the people in the studio hadn't returned yet.He calmed down and came to the studio again.

He stands behind the young man.

The young man didn't notice his arrival, but was highly focused on the works in front of him.

Instead of pencils this time, brushes and canvas are used.

The background of the canvas is an ancient castle in the middle world. Against the background of the ancient castle, a man covered in blood is lying pale in a sea of ​​roses covered with thorns. Countless black thorns and vines grow wildly, entangled around the man like tentacles. body.

The man couldn't break free, looking up at the full moon in the starry sky with his red eyes in despair.

The man's face was obviously Wen Jin's own face.

Zhuang Yijun couldn't describe the shock in his heart, he just felt suffocated by the despair that hit his face in the painting. He stretched out his hand uncontrollably, pulled up the young man who was dealing with the details, and lifted his chin, like a fish out of water, Open your mouth and bite the opponent's lip, stick out the tip of your tongue, and look for the source of thirst-quenching water in the opponent's mouth.

"Snapped!"

It was the sound of a paintbrush falling to the ground.

Ning Zhi's eyes widened in shock, wondering if he should perform a stunt of vomiting on the spot.

If this vomits...

Forget it, while disgusting him, isn't this also disgusting yourself? !

Thinking of this, he suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Zhuang Yijun's hair.

The hair tugged at Zhuang Yijun's scalp, waking him up from his loss of control.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and there was a hot light in his dark pupils, like a hungry wolf, staring at the little sheep Ningzhi.

The little sheep Ningzhi shrank his pupils, raised his hand to cover his lips, and made a retching sound from his throat.

Wondering if it's okay to throw up now.

But recently it has been raised so well that I can't spit it out.

This……

This is awkward!

The two stared at each other.

Hearing the sound of retching, Zhuang Yijun's out-of-control rationality gradually came back, his eyes regained clarity, and his pupils clearly reflected the appearance of the young man who only heard his voice but didn't repel him. A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he suddenly laughed softly, saying: "Jin'er , how are you?"

Hearing this, Ning Zhi retched, and then let go of the opponent's hair. His fingers slid all the way from the opponent's eyebrows, from the end of the eyes, cheeks to the chin. Simply imprinted on the other's lips, blinked, and pecked again.

He repeatedly tested and tested Zhuang Yi's relatives, but he didn't dare to act presumptuously.