first marriage

Rong Zhi took the book out of her hand and tapped on her head, "I know you don't know it!"

Tong Qiqi covered the top of her head sadly, "Then let's change my acquaintance!"

She walked to the bookshelf and tiptoed to find the right book in the bookshelf.

But Rong Zhi grabbed her and dragged her to the mahogany desk, "It can only be this book!"

"Then how do you read it! I can't..." Tong Qiqi seemed to retreat.

Rong Zhi replied lightly, "I'll read it to you."

"Nani?" Tong Qiqi was so excited that her eyes lit up and she clapped her hands, "Okay, okay!"

Rong Zhi took a deep look at her and said nothing.

When she got to the mahogany desk, she suddenly turned around and hugged Tong Qiqi. Before Tong Qiqi could scream, she was placed on the mahogany desk.

In the chocolate-colored light, Tong Qiqi's blush was well concealed, she twisted uneasily, imagined Chu Zhiya's sitting posture in her mind, and tried to make herself sit upright.

Rong Zhi took the book and sat on the chair opposite.

Tong Qiqi asked expectantly, "Can we start now?"

"En." When the man answered, his voice was slightly hoarse, but the timbre was still gorgeous and magnetic, which made people have inexplicable expectations for the poem he read.

Tong Qiqi sat down obediently like a primary school student, and the man opened the French book.

There is no need to deliberately choose, he knows which one to read to Tong Qiqi.

It was a love poem written by a female writer when she was in her prime.The love poem tells of her falling in love with an attractive man much older than herself.In order to attract men's attention, she dressed herself up as a delicate rose, blooming in front of his eyes.

She longed for them to be in love, she longed for them to have each other.

The female writer uses the most emotionally stimulating and sensual words to describe the lingering feelings and desires in her heart, and portrays the affairs of men and women vividly and tantalizingly.

In just a few hundred words, every word is carefully considered, and it hits people's hearts with a single blow.Hate the body can not dance with the poem.

Tong Qiqi noticed that Rong Zhi's voice was getting hoarse when he recited poems.

Especially, when the man was reciting poems, his gaze was fixed on her. That gaze...was as deep as fine ink, but it was so thick that it couldn't be melted at all.

Tong Qiqi's back felt a little numb from the sight, she subconsciously supported the table with both hands, and rubbed back, feeling guilty, shaking her feet hanging in the air.

After reading a poem, Rong Zhi closed the book and asked Tong Qiqi, "Is my reading okay?"

Tong Qiqi twitched the corners of her mouth, knowing that she couldn't read or understand, and asked her if she was okay, didn't she intend to embarrass her?

After thinking about it, she turned her big eyes around, imitating Rong Zhi's tone when she dealt with Chu Zhiya earlier, "I said I don't understand French, will you translate the poem you just read?"

"Bang—" The book in Rong Zhi's hand dropped to the ground.

Tong Qiqi will never think of how much trouble she has caused!

She was just about to poke her head to look at the books on the floor, but she only moved a little, and her whole body was pushed down on the desk.

"Ugh..." It hurts!Hit my back against the hard surface of the tabletop, and seemed to hit my tablet and something.

In the dim light, Rongzhi's eyes were burning with a strange light, and his whole body became very strange, so dangerous that Tong Qiqi didn't dare to look directly at it.

"Wow -" Tong Qiqi's back was all swept to the ground by the man.