Chapter 2005: .dessert

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Out of the small building, Tang Moran swept across the yard in his coat and ran into the house.
"What are you running?" came a deserted voice.
Tang Moran couldn't help but stopped, standing still a little tangled.
"What's the matter? Where did you go?" Fu Tingye looked at her clothes for a moment, and then walked over, dragging her.
Arm, pulling her to face him.
"Whose clothes?" His tone was extremely cold, and she couldn't help but shiver.
"Uncle Fu...not what you think." She was scared and called him Uncle Fu again.
In the usual way, he would think he was too fierce and whispered to her.
But in this way, she called herself that, but he felt that she was a guilty conscience.
"Take it off." Fu Tingye suddenly shouted, full of anger.
Tang Moran shivered with fright and was about to cry: "Uncle Fu...I'm sorry." Tang Moran took off his coat outside.
The red fuel on the clothes leaked out.
"What's wrong with you." Seeing that she was just standing there crying, he was worried and anxious again: "What's on this body?"
He touched it with a good hand, it was dry on the clothes, bright red, it did not seem to be blood.
"Yes... it's paint." Tang Moran touched his head, tugging at his clothes, not daring to look up at him.
"How? You got the paint on your body? Where did you go?"
"I went to Fu Jingting's place, I was not careful while painting..." Tang Moran explained vigorously.
"What? What are you going to do with him?" When she heard that she came back from Fu Jingting in this way, Fu Ting
Ye gets even more annoyed.
"What are you going to do with him? This clothes is also his?" Fu Tingye took the coat, and then it looked like
It seemed to vent his anger and threw it into the corner.
"He taught me to paint. The paint accidentally fell on my clothes and wiped it off, but it couldn't be wiped off." Tang Moran did not expect that he would
So angry, standing still at a loss: "Uncle Fu..."
"You will not have any contact with him in the future and will teach you to paint. I don't think he is at ease:" Fu Tingye took her upstairs. "
"Uncle Fu, what are you doing." Tang Moran staggered upstairs, being pulled.
"Don't call me that." Fu Ting, who was in front of me, attacked her without turning his head back.
Although scared, she bowed her head and yelled obediently, "A Ye."
"Go take a bath." Pushing her into the bathroom, Fu Tingye put water in the bathtub.
Tang Moran stood aside, tangling his hands together: "A Ye, I will wash it myself."
"No." Fu Tingye refused directly and looked back at her: "You can't wash yourself."
"It's just some paint. If I can't wash it clean, then you can't wash it either." She said very little in the next half sentence.
Sound, afraid that Fu Tingye would hear it, but didn't vomit.
"Okay, come here, take a shower." Fu Tingye tested the water temperature, turned off the faucet, turned and waved to her.
Tang Moran stepped back two steps and pasted it on the wall of the bathroom: "Go out, I'll wash it myself." She shook
Head, very resistant to the matter of him bathing himself.
"Come here." Fu Tingye pulled her over irresistibly and stretched out his hand to take off her clothes.
"No." Tang Moran put his hands on his chest to resist, and when he saw his deep and cold eyes, he slowly lowered it.
The hands that he resisted.
Fu Tingye took off her clothes and hugged her into the bathtub.
By the way, I touched the temperature of the water, and I felt that something was not hot just now, so I pressed the heating button.
Tang Moran squatted in the bathtub and took up a corner, his eyes were like frightened deer, with panic and ignorance.
This look is too tempting for a man.
But then I thought that she might look at Fu Jingting with this look after the clothes were splashed with paint, and he was very fast.
It's going to explode.
I took the shower flower and beat the foam of the shower gel, stretched out my hand and pulled her over.
"No, no, I will wash it myself." Although the relationship between the two has been determined, she is still not comfortable with him doing this to herself.
Fu Tingye ignored her words and rubbed her skin inch by inch with the bath flower, with gentle force that could not be rejected.
Tang Moran blushed as if dripping blood, and he didn't know if it was because of the hot water or shyness.
Finally Fu Tingye helped her wash her, wrapped her in a bathrobe, hugged him into the room, and gently helped her hair
Blow dry.
She was like an obedient puppet doll all the way, motionless, at his mercy.
He thought she was angry, and put her in his arms: "Why don't you speak?"
"No, I don't know what to say." Tang Moran still held his head in low spirits.
"Are you blaming me?" Although she couldn't hear the meaning of blaming in her words, but by looking at her reaction, she knew that she must be concerned
Blame yourself.
"Fu Jingting and I are really just painting. I originally wanted to try it. Who knew that the paint tray was turned over when I was leaving.
Yes, the paint fell on me. I was embarrassed to go out, so he took a coat and put it on me, and took a taxi
I am back. We have nothing. "
Listening to her narrative explanation, Fu Tingye didn't know how to express his feelings.
She was always too innocent, she simply couldn't see the good and evil of human nature. Even people like Fu Jingting felt gloomy and uncertain, Tang
Little sheep like Mo Ran are too tender.
In case he didn't watch prison one day, the little sheep would not know which wolf had entered.
Now he can only be like a mother sheep, constantly confessing to her: "This person Fu Jingting is gloomy and uncertain, even I
I can’t figure out his temperament. I’m just afraid of what will happen when you are alone with him. He is paranoid and only loves painting.
The man who is stubborn doesn't recognize anything. It's too dangerous for you to face him alone. "
"How can he be like what you said." Tang Moran couldn't help refuting. He was just a painting after his fiancee died.
It's just the one I miss.
Her rebuttal greeted him as punishment for stir-fried chestnuts.
Tang Moran clutched the top of his head that was sore by him, and looked at him with tears in his eyes: "It hurts."
Seeing her tears in his eyes, he also followed his heartache and pulled her into his arms and comforted softly: "You, know
People know their faces and don't know their hearts. Anyway, it's better to have less contact with him. I am also good for you. You don't need to have deep friendship with such people. "
Tang Moran pouted, in his arms, but didn't dare to say anything else, who knows if he will pervert and hit himself again.
Obviously Fu Jingting is pretty good, although he does have obsessions in painting, but he has to let himself paint to perfection.
You can see it just by clicking.
But it's not as exaggerated as he said, so gloomy, hum.
But she was right now that she didn't dare to refute him.
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Tang Moran's review had entered a critical moment, and Fu Tingye didn't dare to disturb her at will, hoping that she would get good grades in the exam.
In order to relax the students, the school plans to organize a cultural event to let everyone lift their heads from the dull book to relax
Easy, but the requirement is that everyone needs to bring a design work.
Infinite reverie and beautiful design works are needed.
It just so happened that Tang Moran didn't have these two things.
Fan Yingying sighed and worried: "You said you want a design work, where can I get it?
With my brain full of review questions, how can I think of anything else? "
"I don't know what design to do with each other." Tang Moran was also worried.
Fan Yingying felt that she was inexplicably worried: "What are you worried about? Tell your uncle Fu, what is he?
I can't get the design works of, even if it is a famous painting, he can buy it for you. "
"Painting?" Tang Moran suddenly thought of someone: "Is it okay to draw?"
"Of course, as long as it is a design work with a beautiful meaning, it will do." Fan Yingying nodded.
Then she thought she was right to find Fu Jingting, and now that she wants to come, the little red flower she painted is not bad.
Just touch it up a bit and turn it into a small flower that blooms in the sun. Isn't that something meaningful?
"I know, I'm not until I want to design something." Tang Moran stood up from his seat happily.
"What, I was shocked." Fan Yingying was very curious: "Let's listen."
"If I don’t tell you, you’ll know when I get it. I’m going to go first, otherwise, it’s not necessarily possible to get it.
To. "Tang Moran cleaned up and waved goodbye to Fan Yingying.
Tang Moran went home in a hurry.
"All good stewards."
Steward Qi only felt that a gust of wind passed by, and when he looked up, he saw Tang Moran rushing upstairs from the back, frowning in confusion.
What is Miss Tang doing now?
Tang Moran went back to the bedroom, turned the boxes and the cabinets, then pulled out a collection book from the drawer and opened it. There are some butterflies inside.
Butterfly specimen.
This is a gift that Fu Tingye brought back to herself from a business trip.
She was in Fu Tingye’s small building that day, and she saw Fu Tingye painting butterflies again, which might be a good gift for him.
After all, if you ask someone to do something, you have to give something, okay?
What's more, Fu Tingye's unpredictable personality.
Tang Moran hurried downstairs again holding the specimen collection.
"Miss Tang, this is a new dessert that your husband asked someone to give you..."
Steward Qi came over with a plate.