too affectionate

Chapter 389

At that moment, the only thought in the girl's mind was to say that she is a gentleman, and that she is as gentle as jade.In its wooden house, it messes with my heart.

Facing such a beautiful man, the girl felt that even her own ideals were a kind of blasphemy against him, so how dare she expect to be favored by him.

But even if you can't think about it, just looking at him like this, even if your body doesn't say a word, and your soul has no intersection, isn't it a great pleasure in the world?

Thinking of this, the girl's heart skipped a beat, and one couldn't help but moved her head slightly.

In the next second, the girl felt three fingers land on her side face, preventing her from shaking.

It is the three fingers of the son's right hand except the two fingers holding the pen.

The moment she was touched by his fingers, the girl froze into a piece of wood, feeling as if her body temperature had evaporated in an instant.

His fingers were as delicate as suet jade, with skinny plumpness, but also as cold as suet jade, with a faint fragrance.

It is the slight medicinal fragrance mixed with the fragrance of the bamboo forest. It is clear, distant, and quiet. It is not elegant at all like the smell that this world of fireworks can have.

"Don't move." The young man said softly.

The voice is very cold and alienated, but it has a gentleness that is natural and melts people's hearts.

It is as warm and moist as a piece of snow falling on plum blossoms, slowly melting in the fragrance.

Just hearing this voice is enough to make people's hearts flutter.

At this moment, even though she knew that the gap between the two was like clouds and mud, the girl could no longer hold back the surging admiration in her heart, she suddenly raised her numb hands, and grabbed the young master's hand holding the pen. hand, calling out emotionally: "Rong... Young Master Rong Jin! I..."

But before he could finish speaking, the woman's voice stopped abruptly.

No one interrupted her, but she herself cut off the conversation abruptly.

Just because she looked into his calm eyes, and the moment her gaze fell on her hand holding him tightly, a storm suddenly gathered.

The storm is an extremely obvious disgust and disgust, to the extent that it is like seeing a demon, like seeing a piece of extremely filthy thing falling in a piece of white snow.

That look made the girl feel that she, who was carried away by desire, was so ugly that she couldn't help despising herself.

However, despite the repulsion, Young Master Rong still didn't move, as if he was frozen in place.

He didn't even bother to get rid of it.

The girl seemed to have lost her soul, her hands were hanging down feebly.

"Young Master Rong, I... I... I'm sorry..." The girl's face flushed red, she was at a loss as if she had committed the unforgivable crime of murder and robbery.

Young Master Rong didn't speak, his suddenly changed face gradually recovered, he gently put down the pen in his right hand, and then spread his palm behind him.

Seeing this, Shao Yu, who had been standing outside the pavilion, immediately stepped forward, took out a white silk handkerchief, and carefully wiped Mr. Rong's hand that was grabbed by the girl just now, carefully and carefully as if Wipe a piece of fragile jade.

"Thank you for cooperating with me today, Miss. Now that it's getting late, a table of meals has been prepared for the girl outside. I hope the girl is not too rough. Use some of the light items, which can be regarded as a little bit of my gratitude."

Mr. Rong said politely, the etiquette was perfect beyond reproach, but he didn't mention the girl's apology at all, as if he didn't know that the girl was waiting for this "it's okay" to redeem him.

"Okay..." The girl took a long time to hold back a word, turned around and ran away, completely forgetting about etiquette.

Seeing the girl left, Shao Yu brought a basin of water for Rong Jin to wash his hands.

"No. 13 people, these are the eyes that most resemble Yan'er's eyes."

While washing his hands, Rong Jin looked at the sketches on the small table beside him and muttered to himself.

After finishing speaking, Rong Jin raised his head again, and said to Shao Yu: "Order the kitchen to cook all the special dishes in the house for this girl, and the cooking should be finer, using the best ingredients."

"Yes, young master." Shaoyu took the order, opened the water basin, walked a few steps outside, turned back and asked the uncertainty in his heart.

"My lord, then this girl also wants to..." Shaoyu cut off the conversation and asked cryptically.

"Yes, of course I want it." Without even thinking about it, Rong Jin blurted out, "It's really a pity and a pity that such exquisite eyes were born on such an ugly face and such a vulgar person. It is really a kind of blasphemy against Yan'er."

When Shaoyu heard the words, he nodded his head as usual, and said, "Understood, my lord, I'll do it now."

"Wait," Rong Jin called Shao Yu again, and instructed: "When dealing with people, don't hurt those eyes, take them out and use a red sandalwood box to restrain them, and find a piece of pure land with excellent Fengshui in the garden Bury it, and build a low fence next to it, so that no one is allowed to pollute it."

Rong Jin smiled lightly, and said such vicious words, but there were gentle ripples in his eyes.

Shao Yu ordered to leave.

Rong Jin carefully put all the drawings into a big wooden box, he was reluctant to even fold them slightly, only one he didn't put away.

That was the most satisfying drawing he got today.

The eyes in the drawing are bright and dexterous, and the affectionate painter added a little smile to them.

At the corner of the left eye, there is an extremely tiny mole, which is not only small, but also very light in color.

Even Wanyan herself is not very aware of the existence of a mole there.

But Rong Jin knew that even though he had only seen her three times in total.

"Yan'er..." Rong Jin called out softly, the two words contained an indelible love.

The softest part of Rong Jin's thumb gently stroked her eyebrows, for fear of hurting her.

Rong Jin's other hand took out a gold hairpin from his bosom, the hairpin that was sent out but came back again.

On the topknot of the person in the painting, Rong Jin held the hairpin and compared it for a long time before finally finding the most suitable position.

With a crisp "click", a hole was poked out of the drawing paper by the sharp hairpin handle, and an ugly hole was pierced out of the flawless girl on the drawing.

But Rong Jin didn't care at all, and kept inserting the gold hairpin to the end, letting the hairpin flower inlaid with turquoise inlaid with threads fall on the girl's hair bun.

The girl in the painting wears a gold hairpin, although it is no longer intact for this reason.

Rong Jin stared at the person in the painting, his mild eyebrows and eyes filled with almost fanatical desire.

"Wearing it will cause pain, injury, and incompleteness, but this kind of you is the most beautiful you."

Rong Jin smiled faintly, and took the drawing into his arms, as if holding a life-saving straw.

Around the high pavilion, night fell completely, completely devouring the warmth and light that was barely maintained during the day.

This is the scene of deep winter, how can the warmth and light that lasts for a short time under the sun be regarded as real warmth and light.

　The unique skill of a beautiful man: eye pua
　　Tomorrow I will take an exam on legal methodology, and I will make a wish here, and I hope that Sister Heng, the schoolmaster, will bless me! ????
　　
　
(End of this chapter)