Chapter 45:

I don't know if the heating in the study is too sufficient, or the gaze of the man opposite is too hot, Ning Mitang felt her face start to feel hot.
Mo Huai looked at Ning Mitang in front of him with a pair of black and deep eyes, and was momentarily absent.
Under the bright incandescent light, her skin glowed white, tender and smooth, and her small face with bright eyes and teeth was clear and beautiful. This may be the reason for the makeup. Usually, the water is bright and translucent, and the black eyes are full and moving. The outline of light brown eyeshadow is drawn down, which is a bit more flattering. The pink lips are covered by red lip glaze. The red lip color makes it difficult to maintain.
His eyes darkened, he had tasted the taste there, it was fragrant and soft...
Looking down, Ning Mitang wore a red sleeveless dress with a deep V design. The neckline opened to the chest, revealing a delicate and perfect collarbone, and a large piece of skin, white and greasy, without any blemishes, like a superb The suet jade is delicate and moist.
The skirt is made of pure cotton, which is especially skin-friendly and close to the skin. The very thin waist makes it hard to hold. She perfectly outlines her tall and elegant curve. The most difficult thing to ignore is that the girl's well-developed are high and undulating, and the thin red cotton material is bulging.
Mo Huai's breathing was a bit short, and his eyes gradually turned into extremely dark black.
"You have something to do with me?" The voice showed some restraint.
Ning Mitang's small white face turned red, she tried to ignore the shyness brought by her dress, her black eyes were rippling with mist and bright, and her red lips moved slightly. She yelled softly: "Ahuai."
Bai's thin fingers kept churning, and she stepped forward again, getting closer to the man, and said a little at a loss: "My friend's birthday the day after tomorrow, I wear this to attend her birthday party, do you think it looks good?" This is Jiang Yoyo taught her excuses.
She vainly didn't dare to look directly at Mo Huai's excessively hot eyes, and tried to cover up the smooth vertical ink hair behind her. The look on his face did not change, his heart was so nervous as if he was crawling slowly by an ant, itchy and intolerable.
The fragrance of the girl kept pouring into the tip of his nose, who was already sensitive to the breath of her body. Now the distance between the two is only two arms wide, and smelling the familiar and fragrant fragrance, Mo Huai almost wants to lose control.
"Fairy!"
He couldn't help but sighed secretly in his heart, dressed like this to go to a friend's birthday party, sure she didn't go to the scene? Still go to seduce other men. The thought of other men seeing Ning Mitang's seductive look made him angry.
"Ugly dead." Mo Huai looked at her extremely slim red dress with disgust.
"Ok?"
Ning Mitang blinked her bright black eyes, a little unbelievable. Even if she is not narcissistic, she still thinks she is well dressed, where is... where is ugly? When she changed her dress, Jiang Youyou also said that she was so beautiful that people lost their souls.
Mo Huai looked at her beautiful face, his heart beating so fast, and his heart was full of joy.
This strange feeling made him resist.
Mo Huai suppressed the heat in his eyes. He realized that if he let this feeling go, he would be stuck in it and couldn't help himself.
After a moment of silence, Mo Huai's cold voice repeated: "It's so ugly, change it!" His eyes fell on her chest with dissatisfaction. Is the expansive white skin trying to seduce crime?
Ning Mitang squeezed her fingers helplessly, her bright white face flushed red, not shy, but humiliated, she didn't expect that she would be so disgusted by Mo Huai. Dark eyes glared at him, thinking of A Huai who was clingy and petted her before, Ning Mitang's eyes were hot.
Mo Huai's exquisite hard and cold jaw was tight, and the corners of his lips were tightened. The girl's black eyes were covered by mist, crystal clear, she glared at him angrily and grievously, wet, as if tears would drop in the next second, both pure and charming.
Ning Mitang was too dangerous for him. He didn't expect that a little bit of grievance in her eyes would make him crushed. The emotions in his heart were impacting, and he couldn't restrain his desire to come forward to hug her and coax her.
Simply, Mo Huai turned his head.
Ning Mitang was stunned, seeing the man turning his head, unwilling to look at her more, a heart that seemed to have been scratched by the tip of a knife by him, and it was sore and painful.
She lowered her eyes, a teardrop dropped, and reluctantly pulled the corner of her mouth, "Then, then I'll change it..."
With that said, Ning Mitang turned and walked towards the door. Mo Huai was so indifferent to her now, and even looked at her with an impatient look, and she felt like she was about to cry any longer.
Hearing the light tremor in the girl’s voice and crying, Mo Huai instantly turned his head and looked at the lonely and aggrieved back, his thin lips tightened, the expression in his eyes became colder and colder, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife. Staring closely at her opening the study door.
When the sound of closing the door came, the blue veins between Mo Huai's forehead were clearly highlighted.
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There was a chill in the winter night, and there was no moonlight in the loneliness. Unlike the cold wind roaring outside, the study room not only has sufficient heating, but also carries a hot and sultry ambiguity.
Mo Huai held Ning Mitang tightly and looked at her intently, the coldness in his black eyes faded away, and the rich joy seemed to flow out. The girl in her arms was still wearing that red dress, and she didn't change it. If the fat and greasy skin is set off by the red, it becomes more white and radiant, and the snowy skin is brighter than the spring red. The slender body, with the sweet fragrance that makes him affectionate, makes him fascinated.
"Tangtang." He called her hoarsely, "Sorry, I shouldn't be so indifferent to you."
Ning Mitang wrapped her jade arms around Mo Huai's neck, clinging to him, and murmured softly, "Then don't bully me in the future, I will be sad, Ahuai."
"Ok."
"I miss you so much, Ahuai."
Mo Huai's eyes were stained with the color of and desire, and could no longer bear it, his thin lips sealed Ning Mitang's whispering pink lips.
The girl's lips were soft and fragrant, and it was in her mouth, like a mouthful of marshmallows, soft and sweet, he bit lightly, wishing to swallow it in his stomach. The tongue pried away the teeth and drilled in, hooked the little pink tongue to suck, the smooth and tender touch made him fall in love.
The powerful arm was closed too tightly, Ning Mitang couldn't bear it, and pushed Mo Huai, but was picked up by his hands, the lingering on his mouth continued, and he walked to the chair next to the desk and sat down. He held the girl and let her sit on his lap with her feet apart.
"Ahuai?"
Mo Huai didn't wait for the girl to react, he began to violently plunder the body fluid in her little mouth. Still not feeling enough, his hand touched the softness against his chest. The skirt's neckline was so low that it couldn't resist his attack at all, and his big hand easily got in, touching the extremely delicate and smooth skin directly. Feeling the girl trembled all over, he was breathing fast, and he couldn't help rubbing his hands. The soft touch was crazy.
"Ahuai, Ahuai, Ahuai..." The girl breathed out.
"Yeah." Mo Huai's hand pressed harder as she flicked the pointed tip with her index finger and felt her light tremors.
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Opening his eyes suddenly, Mo Huai sat up and looked forward steadily. In the morning light, his dark eyes were full of and his chest was ups and downs. He dreamed that he prevented Ning Mitang from leaving the study last night. , And then made friends with her. Feeling the aftermath of joy in his body, it feels so real that he can't get away from his dream for a while.
After a while, Mo Huai opened the quilt and looked underneath himself. The wetness in his pants clearly showed his desire to vent.
Ying Ting's eyebrows are frowning, he lost control like this for the first time, even in his previous life, he did not have such an impulse. Ning Mitang, the influence on him was really too deep.
Suddenly, the phone by the pillow rang, Mo Huai's eyes were half-squinted, and the deep in his eyes was restrained.
"Hey, Brother Huai, the art exhibition will begin tomorrow. Am I waiting for you at the gate of the exhibition?" Cao Yang's excited voice came over the phone.
Mo Huai remembered what he had promised to participate in the exhibition before. He concentrated his attention, "Well, you go and do something for me today."
After hanging up the phone, Mo Huai tried to ignore the dream of intimacy with Ning Mitang that appeared in his mind. He took off his pants and walked naked to the bathroom.
The painting exhibition held by Qi Lao is very grand. The people who come to participate are not only famous painters, but also many commercial and powerful people who love painting, many of whom are collectors.
The painting exhibition was held in the largest art center in City B. The entire floor was covered by Qi Lao. There were as many as 200 works displayed in the exhibition. In the most central position, the works displayed are the paintings of the first domestic painter Guo Zhinian.
"Hey, Lao Yu, I didn't expect you to arrive so early." Qi Lao was wearing a dark green Tang Shou embroidered Tang suit, thin but not rickety, with a vigorous look.
"I can't wait anymore." Yu Lao Ruizhi's eyes had a deep meaning, "How about it, is that kid Mo Huai here?"
"I haven't seen a figure yet." Qi Lao manually moved with a cane, "It seems that you have a high expectation of him." I have been in friendship with him for a long time, and I rarely see Lao Yu admiring a painter like this. Especially the other party is still a young man.
Yu Lao glared at him, "Don't you know how strong he is? Stop talking nonsense, where are Mo Huai's works? I'll take a look."
Old Qi knocked on the floor with a cane, a little angry, more helpless, "Huh, you don't need to look for it. He asked me to bring news to me yesterday. The works on display have not yet come out. Later, he will directly participate in the fight. "
"Oh?" Yu Lao said in surprise, with a pity in his eyes. He still wanted to directly bid for Mo Huai's work and bring it back. Now it seems that it is not working. But thinking that he would fight on the scene later, and he could bid back for the finished works. Only then did he relax his serious face and said nothing more.
At this time, a group of people swarmed outside the door, the formation was huge and attracted the attention of many people. Obviously, the outer crowd is the one who supports and follows the middle.
"In the year of Zhi, you are here." Qi Lao greeted Guo Zhinian who came over.
Guo Zhinian was nearly forty years old. Wearing a tunic suit with a strong breath of calligraphy and painting, he nodded and replied: "Old Qi, long time no see, this exhibition seems to be bigger than the previous year?"
"You take out thirty works at a time. Of course, the grade of my exhibition must be worthy of your many works." Qi Lao joked.
Guo Zhinian smiled and shook his head, "Lao Qi, you have raised me too much." His gaze shifted to the approaching Yu Lao, and the dim light in his eyes flashed, "Yu, I didn't expect you to come too." No old figure was seen in the exhibition, and he did not expect him to participate this year.
At the beginning, everyone thought it was strange that Yu Lao, who loves to paint, did not attend the exhibition. Afterwards, he was not seen in several exhibitions, and everyone was accustomed to it. It was a little surprising that he did not expect to attend this year.
Guo Zhinian guessed that he must have fancy a certain painting in the exhibition. The greater possibility is that he has taken a fancy to his paintings. After all, in this exhibition, he took out 30 works, and many painters who were there came for him.
Yu Lao glanced at Guo Zhinian with a squint, then said, "Well, there are new seedlings this year."
Guo Zhinian's eyes moved slightly, "You must be a very powerful junior to be appreciated by you."
Old Yu didn't respond, but the satisfaction on his face said it all.
Participants in the exhibition came one after another, and many people stood in the huge venue. Some collectors have already quoted prices for works that they want to sell. After the exhibition is over, those with the highest price can take away the works that were auctioned.
Outside the gate of the Art Center.
Cao Yang stood by the door, trying to weaken his sense of existence. An invitation letter was needed to enter the exhibition. He was waiting for Mo Huai to arrive before he could enter together.
Since the torn painting accident, he has left his job. He thought he was going to look for a new job, but he didn't expect Mo Huai to find him and hire him as an assistant. It was a surprise. He has a very strong instinct, as long as he follows Mo Huai, he will definitely have a good life.
"Brother Huai, here, here." Cao Yang shivered by the cold wind, his eyes touched the tall figure walking in the distance, and he immediately waved.
After a while, Mo Huai came to Cao Yang in front of Cao Yang with a cold body. He said lightly: "Go in."
"Okay, Brother Huai, I'll follow you." Cao Yang replied in a daze.
He found that he hadn't seen him for a while, and Mo Huai's breath became even colder, making him tremble.