Faced with Shen Huaizhou's dangerous sight, between running away and staying, Zhong Lingyu chose the latter.
She walked slowly over.
He used his strength to hold her tightly.
She was forced to sit on his good leg.
Shen Huaizhou held her chin and narrowed his eyes slightly, "Turn a deaf ear to my words, huh?"
Zhong Lingyu's lips trembled, "Jiang Zongrui dragged me there on purpose. I didn't want to dance with him. He knew you were coming and used me to make you angry on purpose."
"Aren't you sincere about dancing with him?" Shen Huaizhou's thickly calloused fingertips passed over the sharp curve of her chin, then climbed up to the back of her neck, rubbing and caressing her.
Zhong Lingyu always felt that if she showed any willingness, his neck would be broken the next second.
She trembled, "I originally wanted to avoid him, but he had to come up to me. There are many people in the hall, and I was afraid that making too much noise would attract people's attention."
Shen Huaizhou finally smiled and held her hand, "My Lingyu has been wronged. Don't worry, I will teach him a lesson for you."
"No, I have to go back." Zhong Lingyu broke away.
Shen Huaizhou refused to let her go.
He put his arm around her waist and kissed her cheek gently, "I haven't seen you for a few days. You are such a heartless little person and you don't know how to come to see me. Do you know how much I miss you."
Zhong Lingyu listened to such love words as a joke.
She lowered her eyes and didn't answer, deliberately ignoring him.
But Shen Huaizhou was a master of flirting, and he was very skillful when kissing her.
Zhong Lingyu felt a numb itch on his cheeks and neck.
His lips followed her chin, gently touching her lips, from shallow to deep, slowly connecting.
Zhong Lingyu tilted her head, but he didn't allow it, and the kiss became deeper and deeper.
"Young Marshal." Zhong Lingyu finally couldn't bear it anymore, "You will eat up all the fat in my mouth."
She tilted her head back and pushed against his broad chest.
Shen Huaizhou raised his hand to wipe away the red mark on her lips and frowned, "Don't wipe it off again in the future."
This little girl has naturally pink lips. If she applies lipstick, it will be too rich and she will be easily spotted by men.
He took another tissue and wiped it off carefully, "Did you hear that? You're not allowed to wipe it off."
"I heard it." Zhong Lingyu pushed the tissue away.
Shen Huaizhou smiled and kissed her, "Go out later. If a man asks you to dance, you are not allowed to agree."
"Um."
"Good girl." He arranged her clothes and let go of her.
Zhong Lingyu ran away as if he had been granted amnesty.
Like a little mouse that steals things.
Shen Huaizhou covered his lips and smiled softly.
Then, he got into a wheelchair and followed the waiter to the backyard study.
The young man Yunyi was sweeping the yard. He stepped forward and said, "Young Marshal, my young master has been waiting for a long time. Please come in."
Shen Huaizhou nodded, limped one leg, pushed the door open with a bang, and then casually found Zhang Taishi's chair and sat down.
He looked at the book table. Chen Tingze was drawing on the rice paper with concentration and concentration.
Such a big movement did not alarm him.
Out of curiosity, Shen Huaizhou approached and looked down.
What Chen Tingze painted was a picture of red plum blossoms.
Under the red plum tree, the woman's figure is graceful, her black hair is blown up by the wind, and thick white snow falls on her shoulders.
The people and scenery are integrated, and the artistic conception is excellent.
After the last stroke of sketch was completed, Chen Tingze picked up the brush and wrote an inscription next to it: The scribe is lying in the forest full of snow, and the beauty is coming under the forest with sparse shadows.
Shen Huaizhou couldn't understand anything. He only knew that Chen Tingze painted women and red plums. He said, "It's winter, why are you so excited?"
Chen Tingze's hand trembled and he was so frightened that he almost destroyed the painting.
He rolled up the painting in a hurry, turned around and said in surprise: "Young Marshal? When did you come?"
"I've been here for a long time." Shen Huaizhou raised his eyebrows with interest, "This is the first time I've seen you draw a woman, and you're still so focused on it. It's really strange."
Chen Tingze quickly calmed down and said, "It's just a random drawing."
"I'll buy your red plum picture." Shen Huaizhou clicked on the picture.
Chen Tingze took the painting away and said, "This is not for sale. It is for my own collection."
"My grandmother will be celebrating her 70th birthday in a few days. She likes the picture of winter plum blossoms you painted. I think the painting you just painted is good. You can spend as much as you want. Anyway, I will leave it alone."
Shen Huaizhou took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.
Mo Xiang's study was suddenly filled with a strong smell of smoke.
Chen Tingze was choked and coughed. He smiled bitterly and said: "This is really not for sale, and I have already prepared the old lady's gift."
He took out a scroll from the bookshelf and said, "Take this."
Shen Huaizhou held a cigarette in his mouth and opened it to take a look.
Still can't understand anything.
But he always felt that this picture was not as good as the one Chen Tingze had just painted.
He asked without giving up: "That one just now, are you really not selling it?"
"I really don't want to sell it." Chen Tingze smiled helplessly.
Shen Huaizhou smiled and said, "You couldn't have fallen in love with some girl, so you drew this picture of your youth."
"No." Chen Tingze's face was grim.
Shen Huaizhou chuckled and stopped teasing him, "Give me a few more copybooks and I'll send them to the old lady."
"No more." Chen Tingze said bluntly.
"Last time I saw you, you wrote a lot." Shen Huaizhou frowned.
"They're all sold."
"The Chen family wants you to spend less money?" Shen Huaizhou exhaled a puff of smoke, "Do you still want you to make a living by selling calligraphy and painting?"
Chen Tingze hurriedly clasped his fists and said, "Young Marshal, stop teasing me. I will write another book and send it to the old lady another day."
"You write it now and I'll take it away later."
After saying that, Shen Huaizhou slumped down on the Taishi chair, stretched out his legs, and dozed lazily.
You can't blame him for being lazy.
It was so hot in the study room and it was so full of books that he had a headache just looking at it.
Chen Tingze felt helpless, spread out an empty blue book again, and started writing.
When he finished writing, Shen Huaizhou was still sleeping.
Chen Tingze said: "Young Marshal, I've finished writing!"
"Huh?" Shen Huaizhou opened his eyes drowsily, "So soon?"
"See if it works. If not, I'll rewrite it." Chen Tingze handed him the written copybook.
Shen Huaizhou took it without turning over it, "Okay, that's it."
After a pause, he focused his gaze on the Hui ink on the desk, "This thing is very good. Do you have any more? Give me one. My old lady also likes to write."
Chen Tingze silently snatched Hui Mo over and accidentally stained his hands black, "No more, this is the only one."
He couldn't help complaining that he was being robbed.
One drawing and one copybook is not enough, his ink must also be taken away.
Shen Huaizhou patted him on the shoulder and said, "The birthday gift is left in the front hall for you. You can come to Shen's house someday and I will entertain you. Also, if you like a girl, don't hide it. It's finally opened." Qiao, hurry up and chase."
Chen Tingze raised his hand to his lips, coughed awkwardly, and changed the subject calmly, "Young Marshal, you just broke off the engagement, so you came to persuade me."
Shen Huaizhou laughed loudly, "It's not a big deal to break off the engagement. It would be embarrassing to let the girl you like run away."
"Oh? The young marshal has a woman he likes?" Chen Tingze asked.
Zhong Lingyu's quirky appearance flashed through Shen Huaizhou's mind, and his rough laughter added a touch of gentleness, "That's right, I'll introduce you to him when I have time, let's go!"
Chen Tingze chuckled twice, picked up the painting again, and laid it flat on the desk.
He stared at that graceful figure for a long time.
