The red-robed woman was so embarrassed that she said coquettishly: "What are you thinking about? Why should I take off my pants? You have such a dirty mind."
Yan Qi was confused: "Am I dirty or are you dirty? Why are you reaching in and unbuttoning your pants if you don't take off your pants?"
The red-robed woman glared at Yan Qi fiercely, then quickly pulled off the button on her trousers and smashed it into pieces, revealing a small note inside.
Yan Qi looked embarrassed: "You hide the little note in your pants, I guess no one can take it away."
He reached for the small note.
The red-robed woman hurriedly covered it: "Be sure not to damage it. This is the only information we have."
"Don't worry, I'm very professional."
Yan Qi took the small note and opened it carefully.
The painting above is of a big tree. Although it looks like a child's graffiti at first glance, the strokes are very clear, and it must be a person who has studied painting very well.
The red-robed woman sighed faintly: "The painting above was painted by that little girl back then. In fact, even if I took out this small note and gave it to you, you wouldn't be able to find any useful information. I have been researching it for several years. In the end, nothing was gained.”
Yan Qi ignored what the red-robed woman said and stared at the painting with concentration, the corners of her mouth raised, her eyes sparkling with brilliance, and she fell into deep thought.
In that state, it was as if he was the whole world.
The red-robed woman was truly fascinated by Yan Qi's focused look. That temperament was full of confidence and responsibility, like a mountain like a spring, like the sky and the earth, and was fatal to women.
After a long time, Yan Qi finally breathed a sigh of relief and smiled as innocently as a child.
The woman in red robe asked: "Did you get nothing? I knew that was the case."
Yan Qi smiled mysteriously: "It's not that I gained nothing, but that I gained a lot."
The woman in red robe suddenly became excited: "What did you discover again?"
Yan Qi walked around behind the red-robed girl, put the small piece of paper on the table, pointed at the leaves painted on it, and said: "Look carefully, although the little girl's gestures are childish, but when you look at them one by one, she is very skillful. , This shows that the little girl is very talented and will definitely be good at painting when she grows up, and is not a person who is incapable of calligraphy and painting."
"That makes sense." The red-robed woman nodded: "Is there anything else?"
"The next information is very important, it can be called explosive news."
Yan Qi pointed to the tree trunk and said: "Look carefully, are the lines of the tree trunk thicker on the left and thinner on the right? When starting the pen, the pen tip is biased to the left, and when finishing the pen, the pen tip is biased to the right? This kind of brush tip is exactly the opposite of how we hold the pen! This What does it mean? It means this girl is left-handed."
"That's right! He's just a bastard!"
The woman in red robe was enlightened and slapped the table excitedly: "Yan Qi, you are so amazing. I didn't expect you to observe such useful information. I have been researching for several years but found nothing. It's amazing. You are amazing."
She slapped the table excitedly, but in her excitement, she slapped Yan Qi's hand.
Her little hand touched the back of Yan Qi's hand, and a heat spread into her palm. She panicked and quickly retracted her little hand.
Only then did she realize that Yan Qi was standing behind her, his arms wrapped around her body and placed on the table, which was equivalent to hugging her from behind.
Moreover, Yan Qi was condescending and could see her snow-white neck.
The most embarrassing thing was that she was wearing nothing underneath, and the collar of her dress was very wide. Yan Qi was condescending and could see her body through the collar.
"oops!"
The red-robed woman panicked and ducked out of Yan Qi's arms like a fish flying out of Yan Qi's arms. She leaned against the door and glanced at Yan Qi with a red face: "You rascal, did you do this on purpose?"
Yan Qi was embarrassed and raised his hand: "No, no, I just studied this painting with you and didn't have any other ideas. Moreover, I didn't see anything. Even if I saw it, you shouldn't I care too much because I’ve seen it once before and I don’t care about watching it a second time.”
"You...you are shameless."
The woman in red robe was angry and ashamed. What this guy said was sincere at first, but he was too shameless at the end. He said that after watching it the first time, he didn’t care about watching it a second time. This is purely a gangster mentality.
She wanted to anger Yan Qi, but she didn't seem to be angry with him.
She felt that Yan Qi was lying. This scoundrel must have seen her breasts, but he just refused to admit it.
If you don’t look at it if you have the chance, is he still a man?
The woman in red robe was very embarrassed. She quickly packed up the small note and, as light as a swallow, jumped up to the window and was about to leave.
"etc!"
Yan Qi ran into the bathroom, took the red-robed woman's bra and panties in his hands, and waved at her: "You don't want your clothes?"
Only then did the red-robed woman remember that she had wet her bra and panties when she took a shower, so she didn't put them on. Now that Yan Qi had taken something so private away from her, how could she take it over again?
"Hmph, you can keep it."
She snorted proudly and ran away without picking up the bra.
Yan Qi scratched his head: "Why should I keep this thing? I'm not a pervert."
He took the bra and shook it, and there was still a faint fragrance of virginity.
The red-robed woman suddenly turned back and happened to see Yan Qi playing with her bra.
Yan Qi was very embarrassed: "Don't get me wrong, I'm just researching what kind of material this is. What are you doing here? You'd better take this bra. I've had enough fun."
You've had enough fun, how can I take it away?
The red-robed girl stared at Yan Qi and said softly: "Remember, my name is Jun Yue, don't call me the red-robed girl next time."
After saying that, he disappeared into the moonlit night as gracefully as a startled dragon.
Yan Qi murmured to himself: "Jun Yue? That's a nice name! Haha, you're making progress. Tell me your name this time, and you will have dinner with me next time. Next time, maybe you can stay here for the night. .hey-hey……"
Yan Qi put away Jun Yue's bra and underwear, then felt very hungry. There was nothing to eat in the house, and she didn't want to sleep, so she thought of going to the kitchen to get something to eat.
Lin's kitchen is behind the rockery, which is a secluded place.
Yan Qi walked around the rockery, only to see that the room in the north of the kitchen was lit by candlelight.
"Is there anyone in the middle of the night?"
Yan Qi walked over slowly. His eyes were very good. From a distance of more than ten meters, through the window, he saw a slender woman looking for something to eat.
The light was dim and the woman's face could not be seen clearly. She was dressed in coarse linen clothes and was not very dressy, but she had a really good figure. The coarse linen clothes on her body made her look like a model.
Her hair hangs down on her shoulders, and when she gently shakes her head, her shiny black hair dances gracefully.
"She must be a maid from the Lin Mansion. She was hungry like me and came here to find something to eat."
Yan Qi was afraid of scaring the little maid, so she didn't bother him and turned around to go to the kitchen on the other side.
At this moment, a dark shadow came out from behind the rockery.
It was Zhang Wencai.
Yan Qi was stunned: "What is Zhang Wencai doing here?"
Then, he saw Zhang Wencai running straight into the lighted kitchen, pointing at the little maid, and asking fiercely: "Who are you? Which department's maid is stealing food in the middle of the night? Is there any rule?"
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