biting cherry

Chapter 47
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The night spreads out in all directions like a huge ink scroll, with the brilliant lights of thousands of houses dotted in it, making the people standing next to the car look blurry and blurred, as if they were elves who accidentally fell into the world in the dark night, or as if they were all invisible in the sky. Fairies stained by worldliness.

Meng Fan treated the Galaxy Technology team to a special car and headed to the hotel to rest. Looking back, he saw this scene.

Tonight, Shen Xingying's cheeks were stained with wine, her cheeks were rosy, and her eyes were filled with innocent and moist mist. However, from the beginning to the end of the dinner, her eyes always seemed to be worried about gains and losses, and she was distracted.

"What are you thinking about?" Meng Fanyan approached her, raised his hand and gently tugged at the end of her braid, "She's listless."

A slight tugging sensation brought Shen Xingying back from her wandering mind.

She raised her head and met Meng Fanyan's probing gaze. She dodged her eyes slightly and said, "I didn't think about anything. I'm just a little sleepy."

Meng Fanyan had no doubts and took her into the trunk, "Then go home and sleep early. I'm sleepy too."

Shen Xingying's heart fluttered inexplicably. Smelling the elegant bamboo and wood fragrance on his body, she couldn't help but say, "Don't you want to go back to my parents' house to get the paintings? Just stay there and sleep there tonight."

"That's fine." Meng Fanyan was also drunk, and his voice was filled with a bit of soul-stirring sexiness and seduction, "I haven't slept in your room yet."

Shen Xingying: "..."

Don't be afraid of the wolf's anger, just be afraid of the wolf...the dog's dog's anger.

……

Shen family.

In order to prevent Meng Fanyan from getting distracted by his dog, Shen Xingying first took him to the studio to see paintings.

Unexpectedly, after entering the studio, Meng Fanyan's dog's mind became more and more restless.

After all, Shen Xingying once taught him painting here, and that ambiguous feeling of being far away scratched his heart.

Especially, he always felt that he had kissed her so hard and crazy here...

Shen Xingying didn't know that Meng Fanyan's throat was dry and tight. She just walked quickly towards the tripod easel covered with floral cloth.However, the moment the flower cloth was lifted, Meng Fanyan suddenly grabbed his waist from behind, and she was caught off guard and fell into his arms.

"Meng Fanyan, you...what do you want to do?"

"I want to kiss you here." Meng Fanyan said bluntly, as if he wanted to retrieve the missing part of his memory.

Shen Xingying saw that his eyes had not changed at all, but she felt that his domineering attitude at the moment was no different from when he had the mutation.

"First... look at the painting first." Shen Xingying tried to struggle out of his arms, but at this moment, her eyes inadvertently looked at the easel, "Huh? Where is my painting?"

The page with Meng Fanyan's portrait on the easel disappeared.

Hearing this, Meng Fanyan also glanced at the easel.

The drawing board was blank, with no patterns at all.

"It was placed here so well, how could it disappear?" Shen Xingying couldn't help but be anxious, broke off Meng Fanyan's restraints, and looked around.

Meng Fanyan stood aside, calm and collected: "Could someone come in and take it?"

"Impossible." Shen Xingying buried her head in rummaging through the cabinets. "I clean up the studio myself. No one from my family will come in and mess with my paintings."

"Could it be that last time, your painting equipment was moved to Fanxingyuan together?" Meng Fanyan guessed again.

"No." Shen Xingying replied firmly, "I only moved the painting tools, not the paintings."

"Then..." Meng Fanyan said for a moment and looked at the windows. They were all closed. It was impossible for the wind to blow in and blow them away. Then he changed his words, "If it is really missing, just draw another one. Don't look for it." ”

"No." Shen Xingying suddenly had a strong premonition, "I think this matter is a bit strange. I must find the painting."

(End of this chapter)