Chapter 63: 63. Nan Yukong's concubine has been promoted (plus more than three thousand +)

After a panic, Luan Xiaotian snatched the pieces of paper and threw them into the trash can, "It's boring."
Is it boring?
Nan Yukong chuckled and took out all the papers from the trash can, "Go to the studio and take some tape and scissors. You have finally painted so many."
He also wrote so many of his names, thinking about it, she should have written it in the yard that time, and some of the pencil marks were blurred.
A few minutes later, several types of water tape, paper tape, and scotch tape appeared in front of Nan Yukong.
He froze for a moment, took the scotch tape and a utility knife that had been changed to a children's specialty, and began to work on the torn paintings seriously.
Luan Xiaotian sat opposite him and occasionally helped.
When he was bored, Luan Xiaotian would take those messy paintings and put it together on the blanket under his ass.
The whole process is silent, and the environment is depressing.
"All right."
In a daze, Luan Xiaotian heard a familiar voice and only then came to a sense of sleepiness.
I gathered my eyes and saw that the torn paper was not only glued, but also pasted back to the notebook one by one in chronological order.
It is Luan Xiaotian's habit to write the date on the finished manuscript, and it is also for the convenience of observing whether he has made progress afterwards.
Unexpectedly, it would actually work at this time.
Everything that happened before her was the unexpected situation, or the most unexpected situation.
"Have you started working on today's painting?" Nan Yukong rubbed his still shaking head and asked softly.
He only felt that the people under him nodded before he took it back, turned around and went to the bedside table to put the thick circle of the book in.
The sound of opening the drawer came, and Luan Xiaotian instantly became sober, suddenly got up and stared wide-eyed, her painting was still in Xia Xueyi's hands! !
There will be no class tomorrow, and Xia Xueyi will not be in school. How can she get her painting back?
Suddenly, Luan Xiaotian thought that she had Xia Xueyi's contact information, and found a circle of mobile phones in the room.
Finally, in the small corner of the bookshelf, I finally saw an important communication tool abandoned by me.
When she found the mobile phone, she immediately called Xia Xueyi, and it took a long time to connect there.
The hustle and bustle, the constant stream of discussions, rushed into the eardrum like thunder.
"Xueyi, are my painted pictures still in your hands?" Luan Xiaotian tried his best to let Xia Xueyi hear what she said. There was a little anxiousness in her words, but to be lazy now to work in advance, "If it is convenient for you, I will Go get it."
After Xia Xueyi connected the phone, she apologized, "Little God, I'm so sorry, I didn't catch up with you in a hurry. Now I'm queuing up outside the commercial exhibition, I'm afraid I can't give it to you."
Hearing this answer, Luan Xiaotian's heart instantly chilled for the most part, thanked him and hung up the phone in a hurry.
Xia Xueyi looked at the phone several times, not because she didn't want to help, but because she was really powerless.
This exhibition was more than ten hours away from home. She looked forward to it for several months, and finally got a twenty-four-hour ticket. She had to run out of time to go back.
"Have you put this away?" Nan Yukong kept looking at the back of the caller, and waited for her to hang up before speaking.
Luan Xiaotian turned his head and fell into a smaller piece of paper.
That is! !
That was the first time she came here and held the piece of paper in her hand. It was written with the names of her and Xiao Yin at the same time.
It was because of this note that she wanted to understand that she was really wearing a book.
"I……"
What should she say?
Could it be said that it was accidentally placed inside?
No one believes that.
Nan Yukong took the small note with densely written words, kicked it in his pocket and reminded, "You should draw."
Nan Yukong's kind reminder immediately made Luan Xiaotian feel angry.
If it wasn't for her being called anxiously, as for the dozens of drafts she had drawn, she had forgotten where Xia Xueyi was.
"I don't paint!" Luan Xiaotian said angrily.
She didn't try to be the wrongdoer. She drew it once before not doing it wrongly.
After a long time, Nan Yukong closed the drawer of the bedside table and strode down in front of Luan Xiaotian.
Tie Qing's face suddenly made Luan Xiaotian back two centimeters, trembling, "You...what are you going to do!"
She protected herself with her hands, only a few centimeters away from Nan Yukong, and his breathing could be heard clearly.
A thick and powerful waist, with an angel-like face, and milk-like smooth and delicate skin...
"I'll ask you again, are you going or not!" This time Nan Yukong became tougher.
Even... even the voice is the smell of mellow coffee.
The more you are forced, the more you resist. This is a common problem for most people.
Luan Xiaotian is no exception.
Her anger came up all at once, staring into the eyes of two gods, and shouting openly, with a very firm and courageous momentum, "I said! I, no, go!"
Nan Yukong sneered, took a deep breath, forbearance.
In the next second, he came suddenly and immediately bent down and carried Luan Xiaotian on his shoulders.
Eh!
What does he want to do!
"Hurry up and let me down!" Nan Yukong is shameless, she wants it!
If it’s so embarrassing to be so embarrassing, wouldn’t it be a mistake to be seen by Xia Tian.
Nan Yukong pressed the people who had been resisting, and had no intention of letting her down in the studio on the second floor.
"What on earth do you want to do?" Luan Xiaotian couldn't bear it, no need to bear it!
Nan Yukong cleared his throat first, and then a pleasant voice slowly issued a fascinating sound line, "I will be your boyfriend!"
Luan Xiaotian lay on his shoulders, his frustrated head bounced up immediately, shocked, "What did you say!"
"I want you to be my girlfriend!" Nan Yukong repeated tirelessly.
and many more! and many more!
Luan Xiaotian probed the temperature of Nan Yukong's forehead and muttered, "There is no fever, why is it starting to be abnormal?"
If he really became his girlfriend, wouldn't the dream of hundreds of billions of girls in Haicheng be shattered?
She can't do such a wicked thing.
"I object!" Luan Xiaotian fought.
"Objection is invalid!" He decided, and it must be done!
No matter how suspicious her identity is, she must complete the tasks requested by her grandma and grandma!
"You are called the Overlord's hard bow! I must oppose it!" Luan Xiaotian struggled to jump off Nan Yukong's shoulders, but the power disparity was huge, the more he resisted, the greater the force that restrained her.
What the and what the hell, can't you let her go and discuss it?
The strong buying and selling business is not so easy to do!
In an instant, when she was about to fight again, Nan Yukong's face immediately looked ugly as if he had eaten lemon essence with fresh lemon, put her down, and paced forward.
He leaned on the balcony and threatened, "Promise?"
Luan Xiaotian had brain congestion. From her perspective, the infinitely beautiful scenery of the entire courtyard was blurred, with circles of black halo.
The forehead crackled and braved a lot of cold sweat that it already thought.
She cautiously stepped forward and poked Nan Yukong on the back twice, "Mr. Nan, do you think we can let this matter go first? We have something to discuss and discuss whether it is right or not, then you will let me be a cow. The horse is successful."
Luan Xiaotian let go of cruel words, this fell head down, either death or disability!
She was 21 years old and had a great time, and could not prematurely die because of Nan Yukong.
She hasn't been in love yet, even the boy's little hand hasn't been held, and she can't regret and die. No one is willing to help her last.
"Do you mean you agree?" Nan Yukong leaned forward, pulling her collar forward, and then raised her back.
Luan Xiaotian's brain was hot, and he nodded nervously, "I promise! I promise! Can't I promise!"
Nan Yukong chuckled, and in the blink of an eye he took back the tricky smile.
Luan Xiaotian, who was alive, desperately retreated to the balcony, his legs trembling softly.
This kind of joke is really not made by people, if one accidentally slipped her hand, she would really die.
"Painting." Nan Yukong happily took his steps, and greeted Luan Xiaotian over after sticking up the drawing paper.
Luan Xiaotian remained vigilant, feeling that one step forward would be more dangerous.
Force Liang can do anything like this prostitute!
Completely contrary to the original intention!
She widened her eyes, shook her head, and said firmly and forcefully, "I will paint tomorrow."
Nan Yukong's curved face was immediately pulled down.
Got it!
This look is the rhythm of getting angry.
Doing nothing and endlessly, Luan Xiaotian strode over and started to do it as soon as he picked up the paintbrush.
She studied oil painting, and Nan Yukong had to force her to learn gouache every day. I really didn't understand.
Isn't it because oil paints are a bit more expensive, he is a big boss, he wouldn't be so stingy.
"Your relationship here is wrong." Nan Yukong's voice completely pulled Luan Xiaotian's thoughts back to reality.
She took a closer look, and there was nothing wrong with it. She had painted more than a dozen pairs like that, and even Professor Xia didn't say anything wrong with her.
The sun was just right, the breeze was not dry, and the small breeze in the studio slowly stroked the cheeks of the two people, like a baby touching their skin.
In the sun, a pair of large and powerful palms gently attached Luan Xiaotian's delicate and small fingers.
The swish sound chanted pleasantly on the drawing paper.
She and Nan Yukong have already put their chests on their backs!
In an instant, Luan Xiaotian's face burned unbearably like a fire.
"Look, did you find the wrong place here, eh?"
Nan Yukong's crisp voice almost killed Luan Xiaotian.
The whole person did not stand firm and almost softened.
Fortunately, she was determined and stood firm.
He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, took out the held hand, turned his head and chuckled, "I understand."
Looking back, the noses of the two people touched slightly.
The air instantly solidified into a cloud of harmful gas, but it still made her hold her breath.
It happened to follow Xia Xia and the housekeeper who had reached the second floor all the way for a few minutes. After seeing this scene, the housekeeper panicked Xia Xia's eyes and left with satisfaction.
After leaving, Summer took the housekeeper's hand, "Grandpa butler, what are godfather and sister doing?"
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