plagiarism

Plagiarism - 590 Four Emotions Beginning

The distance between the two was less than half a meter, and only then did Tan Jiabao really see this beautiful face clearly.

She looks a lot like Monica.Oh, no, it should be said that Monica is very similar to her.

She did have an awl face, her skin was unusually fair, and she couldn't even see the slightest wrinkle.It is difficult for people to guess her actual age now.She has a broad forehead and a pointed chin.Her eyebrows are very thin, like two thin willow leaves.Her eyes were large, blue, and the long eyelashes flickered, making her eyes extraordinarily vivid.Her nose is straight, her mouth is naturally ruddy, like a lovely red cherry.

Such facial features, inlaid just on this awl face, are simply God's exquisite carvings, and she is simply God. After n years of conception, n years of drafts, n years of experiments and selection of materials, the old man finally A work of art produced after n years of casting.

Involuntarily, Tan Jiabao was taken aback.

Since Tan Jiabao has practiced the essence of Wudang School's "Thirteen Essentials of Qi Yu Golden Spear", and his internal strength has far exceeded the required skills of "The Thirteen Essentials of Qi Yu Golden Spear", so in many Sometimes, when Tan Jiabao is dreaming, this skill will automatically overflow, but the overflowing "magnetic field" and "electric wave" are relatively mild, not as violent as Tan Jiabao's own power.Therefore, Tan Jiabao himself didn't know that this phenomenon happened, he thought that his charm had quietly increased a lot.

Under Tan Jiabao's fiery gaze, Monica's mother, the woman named Natasha, couldn't help but her heart beat faster, and her face became even more rosy.

Natasha's pituitary gland has obviously received the "magnetic field" and "electric wave" from Tan Jiabao.

"Oh, this is a strange feeling, this feeling is so good! Many, many years ago, I seemed to have this feeling, but the feeling at that time was not as strong as it is now. Could it be that this is love?" Natasha thought quietly, but her heart was throbbing in her chest like a deer.

"Oh, it's time for me to go back." Natasha said softly, turned around and ran away as if escaping.At the moment of closing the door, she suddenly remembered her daughter's entrustment.So, she ran over again and said, "By the way, Monica also asked me to tell you that she also prepared a gift for you in the innermost corner of your quilt."

Running back and forth, coupled with the shock to her heart, Natasha felt that her breathing was not smooth.This time, she just turned around and walked slowly towards her building.

"I can't call you auntie, because you look too young, and you are so unusually beautiful, just like Monica's sister. Can I... can I call you Natasha?" Tan Jiabao finally plucked up the courage to say what he really wanted to say but had some scruples about it.

"How is this possible?" Natasha thought subconsciously, she turned her head, her charming eyes flashed, when she saw Tan Jiabao's scorching eyes, she hesitated for a few seconds, and finally said: "I , I, I don't know..."

"Natasha, let me call you Natasha, you don't look like a woman of your age at all. Oh, Natasha, do you know? Your "Death of the Swan" just now made me cry. You are really like a noble, a wounded, a trapped white swan. I want to help you, can you accept my help?" Tan Jiabao's voice was extremely gentle and seductive Natasha was even more moved by the human magnetism.

At this time, Natasha was like a little girl in love, she lowered her head and bit her lips lightly, she said softly: "There is no music, I just dance around casually. I know, there are I got the rhythm and some moves wrong. I... I..."

She felt that she was flustered, and she was a little unable to speak.

Seeing her expression like this, Tan Jiabao felt that this woman was even cuter.She should have reached the age of forty, but why is she like a little girl who doesn't know much about the world?The mystery of this woman aroused Tan Jiabao's interest even more, and aroused his desire to explore.

Tan Jiabao took a step forward, but the flustered Natasha took three steps back.Her expression and actions became more unnatural.Tan Jiabao knew that for such a woman, she must not be frightened.So he said softly: "Natasha, I will not hurt you, I want to protect you, I want to help you. Please believe me."

"I believe you, but, but... I'm afraid..." Natasha's expression became even more painful.

Tan Jiabao continued to say softly like a big brother to a little sister, "Natasha, what are you afraid of? I'm here."

Natasha shook her head in pain, but her eyes were dodging in all directions. She said in a crying voice: "I... I don't know what to be afraid of, I am afraid, I am afraid that I will hurt Monica, I am afraid that Monica will ignore you I'm..."

This big woman is so naive, her words easily betrayed her own true thoughts.In fact, what she is most afraid of now is Tan Jiabao, and what she is most afraid of is herself. She is afraid that she will fall in love with Tan Jiabao, she is afraid that she and her daughter will become rivals in love, and she is afraid that she will hurt Monica.

Isn't Tan Jiabao like this?This woman was too attractive to him, but she was Monica's mother after all, and he was also struggling inside.

In order to ease the atmosphere, Tan Jiabao thought for a while and said: "Natasha, I can play the piano, cello and violin, tomorrow I will accompany you with music, and you can dance another cheerful ballet dance, um, Just dance "Clara Snow Country Solo", shall we?"

Tan Jiabao searched and searched, and finally found a topic that he thought Natasha must be interested in. He wanted her to relax a little so that she would no longer be afraid.

""Clara Dances in the Snow Country"? I have the score, but... I haven't danced this dance for a long time, I'm afraid I can't do it well." Natasha's eyes lit up, but they soon dimmed again .

"Can't dance well? Wouldn't it be enough to dance a few more times?" Tan Jiabao said persuasively.

"But, but..."

"But, I'm afraid, aren't you? Why are you 'scared' so much?" Tan Jiabao laughed.

Natasha blushed again, she pouted and said coyly: "I, I was afraid..."

Although Natasha was still very shy, Tan Jiabao felt that she was much more relaxed than before.So he moved two steps forward lightly, and this time Natasha did not retreat.It's just that her face became more flushed, and she was a little nervous again.

Tan Jiabao quickly said: "Do you like the character Clara? Is the world of The Nutcracker really so beautiful?"

"Well, I played it once before. The world of the Nutcracker is a carefree world, where Clara imitates the dance of fairies. She enjoys the comfort of falling snowflakes and the boundless fun of dancing. She is the most beautiful Happy little girl..." When it comes to ballet, Natasha is really relaxed.For the first time in so many years, she talked so eloquently with a strange man for so long, and the talk was so happy.

A gust of wind blew, and Tan Jiabao saw her shivering slightly.Tan Jiabao quickly took off his suit, and put it on gently for her.

Natasha didn't refuse, she felt a deep warmth from the remaining warmth in the suit.She stopped talking, and she secretly glanced at Tan Jiabao, seeing his concerned expression, she quickly lowered her head shyly.She felt her ears turn red.

"It's getting late, go to my little attic tomorrow, I have a piano there, and the room is spacious. I'll play, you dance, okay?" Tan Jiabao knows enough is enough, he feels that he is already very successful today up.

"I don't!" Natasha took another step back, subconsciously rejecting the invitation.She knew that a handsome man and a beautiful woman were in the same room, more or less ambiguous.Besides, they seem to have a certain feeling between each other now, and it will be even more inappropriate to meet tomorrow.But after seeing Tan Jiabao's disappointed expression, she didn't know why she said something like this: "Tomorrow, tomorrow afternoon, you'd better come to my side. My side... has a special dance studio, I...I'll wait for you."

After speaking, like a shy little girl, she turned around and ran towards her small building again.She closed the door tightly, then leaned her whole body against the door, and slowly slid down the wooden door.She really didn't know why she found this oriental young man so attractive, and she didn't know why she was attracted to him.Oh my god, he's Monica's boyfriend, oh boy, what am I going to do?