Desire possesses, unable to escape from the palm of my roommate's uncle

The moment Jiang Qingyan saw the painting clearly, he was stunned for a rare moment.

After realizing what was happening, Jiang Qingyan burst out laughing: "Fu Miaomiao, are you so clingy to me?"

Fu Miaoxi's face flushed: "What do you mean I'm sticking to you? Look at this place, there's nothing good to draw..."

"Oh," Jiang Qingyan leaned down and moved closer to Fu Miaoxi, almost encircling her and the chair in his arms, his breath spraying right next to Fu Miaoxi's ear: "So, you like me more than the scenery outside the window?"

The painting shows Jiang Qingyan sitting at a low table, with one hand supporting his forehead, his fingers resting on the edge of his glasses, and the other hand loosely supporting a tablet.

The lines are somewhat comic-like, so although the characterization lacks some details, the elegant and handsome charm is still retained.

Fu Miaoxi closed the book in anger: "Yes, yes, you are a little whiter than the pitch-black outside, okay."

She stood up and was about to leave.

"With such a temper, I really can't say a word to you." Jiang Qingyan grabbed Fu Miaoxi's waist, pushed her to the edge of the table, and kissed her.

Noticing that Fu Miaoxi was dodging a little and almost touching her notebook, Jiang Qingyan did not stop kissing her. Instead, he used his arms to lift Fu Miaoxi's thighs and picked her up.

He chuckled softly, "Don't ruin my painting."

Jiang Qingyan held Fu Miaoxi in his arms and kissed her while walking towards the sofa.

He sat on the sofa, and Fu Miaoxi had no choice but to spread her legs and sit astride him.

Jiang Qingyan touched Fu Miaoxi's face and said, "Give me the painting and I'll frame it, okay?"

Fu Miaoxi was kissed so hard that she felt dizzy, but she still knew how to keep her temper.

"No, I'll throw it in the trash in a minute."

Jiang Qingyan smiled, his laughter was low, and Fu Miaoxi felt inexplicably alluring when she heard it.

"Why are you angry? I'm stating the facts, and you're angry with me too?"

Fu Miaoxi was speechless: "That's called...that's called fabricating facts."

Jiang Qingyan pinched her face and said, "Then I won't say anything more. Go wash up."

It was a little difficult for Fu Miaoxi to roll off him, so Jiang Qingyan held her hand, fearing that she would fall to the ground.

"Look at your little hands, they're so black. Did you bring hand cream?"

Fu Miaoxi looked at her hands and found that there was only a little dust on her knuckles.

She withdrew her hand proudly and snorted, "I brought it."

After saying that, he turned around and ran to the bathroom to wash up.

Jiang Qingyan sat on the sofa for a while, shook his head and smiled, then called Li Zhen.

He walked to the table, picked up Fu Miaoxi's sketchbook, flipped through a few pages, and then closed it again. He walked outside and handed it to Li Zhen: "Frame all the drawings in this book, half of them will be sent to the mansion, and the other half will be sent to the company."

It was half an hour later when Fu Miaoxi finished washing up.

Jiang Qingyan opened the window and lit a cigarette while standing by the window. When Fu Miaoxi came out, she saw scarlet spots on Jiang Qingyan's fingertips.

Hearing the movement behind him, Jiang Qingyan put out his cigarette and turned around: "Go to the bedroom, it's cold outside."

Fu Miaoxi was already feeling sleepy: "Should I sleep here tonight?"

Jiang Qingyan nodded and lied without blushing or beating her heart: "There are many people at the villa today, and your safety is very important."

Fu Miaoxi weighed the pros and cons before obediently walking into the bedroom, taking out her cell phone and preparing to go to bed after memorizing the words.

As she was carrying her sketchbook on her back, she suddenly realized that she didn't seem to see her sketchbook on the table just now. Could it be that Jiang Qingyan really asked her to have it framed?

Thinking of this, she opened the bedroom door, stuck her head out and called out "Uncle".

She saw Jiang Qingyan, who was sitting at the table and answering the phone, looking at her. He raised his eyebrows, as if asking Fu Miaoxi what was the matter.

Looking at a beauty under the light, the hazy atmosphere really adds points to her appearance.

The soft glow of the desk lamp shone on Jiang Qingyan's face, like a polished piece of fine jade, which was particularly breathtaking.

Fu Miaoxi shrank her head and gestured with her mouth that it was okay, and asked him to make the call first.

After closing the bedroom door, Fu Miaoxi pressed her chest and kept repeating the need to stay calm and not be so useless.

She collapsed on the quilt, rolled over and rolled herself into the quilt, began to empty her mind and prepared to fall asleep.

When Jiang Qingyan finished his work and went into the bedroom to see Fu Miaoxi, she was already asleep.

Seeing the quilt rolled into a ball like a silkworm pupa, Jiang Qingyan rubbed his forehead, feeling a little distressed. Why was Fu Miaomiao's sleeping posture always so hard to describe?

At this moment, the silkworm pupa was unconscious and wanted to turn over even though it was already at the edge of the bed.

Seeing that half of his body was hanging in the air and about to fall under the bed, Jiang Qingyan's body reacted faster than his brain, and he took a few steps forward to grab it.

Fu Miaoxi seemed to realize something and woke up with a start. When she opened her eyes, she saw Jiang Qingyan's handsome face, which looked somewhat helpless.

"Uncle..." Fu Miaoxi poked her head out from under the quilt and looked around, a little confused.

Seeing her sleepy face, Jiang Qingyan touched her face: "It's okay, go to sleep, I'm here."

Fu Miaoxi shrank her head and fell asleep again.

Seeing Fu Miaoxi eating and sleeping well day after day, Jiang Qingyan sighed softly, put her back to the center of the bed, pulled away the quilt, and lay down in it himself.

Jiang Qingyan placed his fingers on Fu Miaoxi's neck, feeling her subtle yet steady breathing, his eyes heavy.

He was indeed furious today.

The woman suddenly appeared beside him while he was chatting with Pei Yunjing and Ming Tongchen. She looked like she was about to cry and said that she was very scared because she had no acquaintances here and asked if he could accompany her to find the hot spring.

Jiang Qingyan's first reaction was disgust. He wondered how tactless Li Zhen, Chen Jue and the others were to allow such a person to get close to him.

When he realized that this person was deliberately imitating Fu Miaoxi, he became extremely angry.

Fu Miaomiao is his person. He does not allow anyone to speculate about the pattern and details of her relationship with him, nor does he allow anyone to slander her as a gold digger who only knows how to seduce men with her sex.

Moreover, when he thought about it more carefully, he felt the strong malice of the person who planned it towards Fu Miaoxi, or rather, he didn't care about Fu Miaoxi's life or death at all.

Fu Miaomiao is regarded as a thorn in the eyes of the Gu family and the Bai family. If one day, he gets tired of her, how will Fu Miaomiao survive in J City? These self-righteous dignitaries have ten thousand ways to make Fu Miaoxi disappear without anyone noticing.

Once he understood the interests involved, Jiang Qingyan wanted to tear this woman and the person who sent her here into pieces.

Someone has to be eliminated anyway, and it definitely can't be Fu Miaomiao.

He let the woman go for the night only because Fu Miaomiao knew of her existence.

Jiang Qingyan didn't want Fu Miaomiao to bear any psychological pressure. This was his promise to her. He promised her that he would make her worry-free when she was with him.

But the backup plan has already been prepared. You can run away for a while, but you can't run away forever.

Jiang Qingyan looked at the little person in front of him sleeping sweetly and couldn't help pinching her face. He felt that there was still a long way to go to feed Fu Miaoxi. In the past half month, she hadn't seen any more fat on her face.