Chapter 753: Master Master, please watch a good show (9)

Unfortunately, Chu Cuiyi did not give up, holding her, kissing her, and continued to create sparks on her body. "Then change the way." Chu Cuiyi said, moving his hands slowly until he held her and let go. Little hand on his chest.
Shui Anluo's scalp is slightly numb.
Chu Ningyi held her little hand and moved down. "Why, don't you ask me what to do? Brother Chu will tell you what to do now."
Shui Anluo wanted to cry without tears. Compared to a hooligan, she was definitely not Chu's opponent.
Shui'anluo was really changed by Chu in various ways without a battle. He was comfortable once, but Shui'anluo's hand was no longer his own.
Shui Anluo finally thought of a question he was asking when he was drowsy: "I was thinking, if the person who threatened me was really Zhao Qiu, how did she get Lin Qianchen's number? Her number Shouldn't it have been logged out long ago? "
"It's the same number. The remarks in your phone haven't changed. What do you keep her number for?"
"Oh, I forgot to delete it." Shui Anluo said with a lip slip.
Chu Cuiyi glanced at her obliquely, and decided not to ignore the issue.
"I'm really worried about Brother--"
"Water-An-Network-"
"Sleep, sleep, I sleep." Shui Anluo hurriedly spoke, then closed his eyes forcefully, but thought secretly in his heart: worrying and not telling you.
It was twelve in the evening when Mo Luzhen brought Zhao Xia back to his apartment.
Mo Luyu asked him to sit casually, and went to the medicine box by himself.
Zhao Xia didn't sit, just looking at Mo Luyu's home.
The decoration of Mo Luyu ’s apartment is very simple. There are only two simple hand paintings on the wall. There is only a sofa and a coffee table in the living room, and there is no even a dining table.
However, this decoration style made him feel familiar.
["In the future, do n’t put too much stuff in our house, it ’s too heavy, just hanging your paintings in the living room, then a sofa, a coffee table, that's enough."
"Don't eat?"
"At the coffee table, what a mood to sit on the floor."]
The dialogues of the past come to mind, and this decoration is just the favorite of Anxin.
Mo Luyu came out with the medicine box and looked at the man. He didn't know what he was crazy about, so he would return with this man named Huazi.
The man turned back and looked at Mo Luyu's medicine box on the table. "Thank you." He finally spoke a word that was normal.
"Don't thank me, rest early after taking the medicine, and leave tomorrow morning." Mo Luyi said, turning back to his bedroom again.
Zhao Xiaben didn't plan to stay longer. He will leave tomorrow morning to find his own painting bag. He hasn't dealt with the wound. Even his own painting bag can't be protected. What's the use of treating the wound?
Zhao Xia couldn't fall asleep at night, and sat down on the floor, seeing the pen and paper placed by Mo Luyu under the coffee table, and gently depicting the shadow that had always existed in his mind.
"Reassuringly, I actually saw a man who looks similar to you today. You said that I was crazy, maybe I don't have much time to find you." The artist said, the characters under him became more and more clear.
In a stroke, he traced the shadow in his heart, knowing that the sunrise in the east, the characters under his hands have jumped on the paper.
The artist left silently.
The doorbell kept ringing. Mo Luzhen got up to open the door, but when he went out, he didn't see the painter outside. He squinted around and probably left.
Mo Luyi opened the door, and standing outside was Zhao Qiu.
"Mom, why are you here so early?"
Zhao Qiu came in carrying the lunch box, and said helplessly, "How long have you been home? Your mother is worried about you, so come over and look at it."
However, a portrait on the table made her whole body stunned.