The charming Samoyed bravely plays the vicious female supporting role!

The person who walked in from outside was not very old, and seemed to be only a few years older than Jiang Huanhuan.

He was born gentle, with a slender and well-proportioned body and deep and gentle eyes, as if he had walked out of an oil painting.

The man called Mr. Wen was a little surprised when he saw Jiang Huanhuan.

But his gaze was not offensive, it was just like he was observing something unfamiliar.

His eyes traced her facial features, from her neck to her nose, finally stopping at her eyes.

Jiang Huanhuan looked at him, but felt that he was not looking at her.

But before Jiang Huanhuan could explore, his observing gaze quietly disappeared, replaced by a gentle smile on his face.

"Apart from the butler, this seems to be the first time I have seen anyone else in Xiaoqi's studio," he explained.

"Sister...this is Wen Yunxuan, my teacher!"

It is obvious that Wen Yunxuan and Jiang Qi have a very close relationship.

The moment he saw Wen Yunxuan, Jiang Qi relaxed visibly.

His clenched hands loosened on their own without Jiang Huanhuan's help.

Jiang Qi stumbled over what had just happened.

Wen Yunxuan frowned slightly, put the coat in his hand on the back of the chair beside him, and moved closer to Jiang Huanhuan.

"Offended."

He took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and gently held her chin through the soft and cold silk handkerchief, turning it slightly.

When Wen Yunxuan approached, Jiang Huanhuan smelled a faint fragrance.

It smells like a mixture of sea breeze and lemon, not pungent, but light and very relaxing.

Jiang Huanhuan could feel the gaze on her cheek.

Wen Yunxuan's movements were very gentle and his breathing was extremely slow.

She did not object to the other party's contact and observation.

But as time passed, Jiang Huanhuan just felt that the gaze was a little too long.

When she couldn't help but want to turn her head to look, the other party just withdrew his hand and took the initiative to distance himself.

"It can be wiped off. I have special cleaning tools. As for hair... should I go to a barber?"

"Ms. Jiang's hair is very thick, so a simple trim will not affect the overall look."

Wen Yunxuan quickly came up with a solution and prepared the cleaning fluid from the studio.

Jiang Qi took the cotton and wanted to start, but when the cotton was about to touch the swollen cheek, he hesitated.

He was afraid of hurting Jiang Huanhuan's face again.

After the initial panic, Jiang Qi realized that his actions were too impulsive and even hurt Jiang Huanhuan.

But unlike before, no one blamed him this time.

When Jiang Qi was about to feel guilty, Jiang Huanhuan had already taken the cotton herself.

"It's okay. You were worried about me too. Thank you."

Jiang Huanhuan patted his head. The fluffy hair felt very nice to the touch.

"This little wound is nothing. You know, when I was fighting with others..."

Jiang Huanhuan originally wanted to bring up the past when she fought hard for her young master.

But when the cotton ball was about to touch her cheek, Jiang Huanhuan's voice gradually disappeared.

This is an instinctive resistance. Even if one says it calmly, when it comes to actually doing it, it cannot conceal the inner desire.

Her hands froze in place.

Puppies are most afraid of pain.

Normally, even if his feet are stepped on, he will whimper and ask his owner to carry him away.

Not to mention that I have to rub the broken skin on my face!

However, with Jiang Qi by her side, Jiang Huanhuan couldn't show any fear.

Just when Jiang Huanhuan was in a dilemma, Wen Yunxuan suddenly spoke, his voice sounding like nature.

Wen Yunxuan: "Why don't you let me do it? Miss Jiang's skin is already a little broken. I'm afraid if I don't treat it properly, the area will get worse."

It was the first time that Jiang Huanhuan met such a considerate person.

Restraining her inner joy, she put the detergent forward.

Jiang Huanhuan excitedly leaned forward and said, "Thank you for your help."

Seeing Jiang Huanhuan's joy and cooperation, Wen Yunxuan couldn't help but smile and gently put the cotton on her face.

There was a cool feeling, followed by a tingling sensation.

Jiang Huanhuan couldn't help but frown and shrink back, but then stopped abruptly.

"It doesn't hurt at all!" Jiang Huanhuan frowned and spoke sarcastically with a bitter face.

Perhaps it was because Jiang Huanhuan's expression of "dying bravely" was too vivid and heroic, Wen Yunxuan couldn't help but laugh.

"It won't hurt much. You can distract yourself or chat with Xiaoqi."

Jiang Qi, who had been watching eagerly from the side, came over immediately and began to try to find a topic to talk about.

The topics were nothing more than slightly childish, or perhaps something Jiang Huanhuan was somewhat familiar with.

Today's dessert is too sweet.

I can't draw anymore and feel like I'm missing some inspiration.

The ripples from dripping water in the bathtub are very beautiful, and they look so pretty with the little duck. I will draw it next time.

They are all very boring topics.

But Jiang Huanhuan listened very carefully and even responded.

Jiang Qi also changed from being timid at first to being enthusiastic, his sentences became more fluent, and his pure black pupils were bright, as if there were twinkling little stars in them.

With Jiang Huanhuan's enthusiastic response, the scope of his conversation became wider and wider.

It was as if he wished Jiang Huanhuan was there when those things happened.

As he spoke, Jiang Qi's brows suddenly furrowed, and his expression became extremely confused.

Jiang Qi put his hands on his hips, looking confused and complaining: "A few days ago, Brother Lin Xiao said that the shower gel I bought was childish and even smelled orange, so I tripled the price!"

Jiang Huanhuan was also a little confused: "I think you are childish, why did you buy it?"

Jiang Qi shook his head honestly: "I don't know, but I can ride his motorcycle twice! I'll give you one!"

locomotive?

Jiang Huanhuan had no impression of this thing.

But I do have some memories of citrus shower gel.

Just a while ago, Jiang Huanhuan told Song Linxiao that the only thing that smelled better on him was the citrus scent.

I didn't expect that Jiang Qi was still used for this.

Jiang Huanhuan snorted coldly: "Hmph, no, I hate him."

Perhaps because she was too focused on talking, Jiang Huanhuan didn't notice the cotton on her face.

The next moment, the sharp pain came again.

Jiang Huanhuan gasped in pain, covering her cheek and shrinking to the side.

Wen Yunxuan's hands also froze in mid-air, and his tone was filled with guilt: "Sorry, I didn't pay attention for a moment."

Jiang Huanhuan shook her head: "I didn't notice."

It was at this moment that Jiang Huanhuan realized with a little surprise.

Except for the moment when he moved around a little, Wen Yunxuan's hand did not touch her cheek.

The cleanup is nearing completion.

Wen Yunxuan was very careful. He cleaned every corner and applied ointment on her.

The burning sensation was relieved and replaced by a cool feeling.

Jiang Huanhuan thanked him sincerely and actually got one in return.

The moment she looked up, she felt her head being gently stroked.

It was like an accidental touch, but she still noticed it keenly.

Under Jiang Huanhuan's slightly surprised gaze, Wen Yunxuan felt a little embarrassed.

In the backlight, Jiang Huanhuan noticed that the other person's eyes were a very light brown, a bit like the color of amber.

The eyes curved slightly.

Wen Yunxuan said, "I'm sorry, there are always children in my studio, and I subconsciously thought of you as one of them."

Jiang Huanhuan didn't object to this feeling.

She is used to being touched and hugged by humans.

But at this moment, Jiang Huanhuan felt a little strange.

Just... a very familiar touch?

She looked at Wen Yunxuan in front of her seriously.

Still gentle, polite and friendly.

But Jiang Huanhuan suddenly felt that the other person had a sense of illusion.