Hypoxia

Chapter 34
Huo Yunshen went downstairs, and Tang Wu got up after him. It's not unreasonable to always lie in the bedroom in broad daylight. After all, there is still Aunt Zhang at home, so the old man will have more thoughts.

When Tang Wu went downstairs, Aunt Zhang was setting up the dining table, and Huo Yunshen was sitting on the sofa to answer the phone: "A meeting in the United States? Let Su Jing go, I'm not free."

Tang Wu walked up to Huo Yunshen with a plate of green tea. She was wearing a white T-shirt and light pink hot pants, showing a pair of slender and fair legs. Her curly hair was a bit messy, but she was a bit lazy.

She sat on the sofa, nestled into the man's arms, twirled a green grape and fed it into Huo Yunshen's mouth. Huo Yunshen frowned: "It's too sweet."

"Sweet and delicious." Tang Wu lay sideways on Huo Yunshen's lap.

"Too greasy." Huo Yunshen replied.

Tang Wu hooked the corners of her lips: "I'm still Qingti?"

Huo Yunshen freed up a hand, stroked Tang Wu's side face, but didn't respond, Tang Wu winked and didn't ask, picked up a blue grape, and fed it to Huo Yunshen, Huo Yunshen frowned, didn't open his mouth, but Tang Wu Wu was very stubborn, she kept stretching out her hands high, looked up at Huo Yunshen, waited for half a minute, and hummed in a coquettish voice: "Hands are sore."

Huo Yun lowered his head and looked at her helplessly, and opened his mouth to accept the green tea. At this moment, Aunt Zhang walked into the living room and asked them to eat. Seeing this scene, he was somewhat embarrassed. The old man blushed and coughed: "Sir, Miss Tang, dinner is ready."

"Come here, thank you Aunt Zhang." Tang Wu was in a good mood, got up from the sofa, and walked happily to the restaurant.

Huo Yunshen got up and followed Tang Wu to the restaurant. He sat at the main seat, and Tang Wu sat on his right side. During the meal, Tang Wu looked up at him from time to time, and Huo Yunshen could only ask, "What are you looking at?"

"Aren't you going to America?" Tang Wu heard him call just now.

"Yes." Huo Yunshen replied.

"Why don't you go?" Tang Wu asked with a smile, "Because you want to accompany me?"

Huo Yunshen's pupils shrank, and he lowered his head to drink the soup: "Little Wu, don't push yourself."

Tang Wu smiled, and lowered her head to drink the soup: "Just ask, don't be angry."

Then she took a spoon, a white porcelain spoon filled with thick soup, fed a few spoonfuls into her mouth indiscriminately, then stood up, and said: "I'm full."

Tang Wu went upstairs without turning her head. Aunt Zhang was stunned, and looked at Huo Yunshen: "Sir, Miss Tang..."

Huo Yunshen didn't seem to be in a hurry, and he didn't seem to have the slightest intention to keep it. He lowered his head and drank the soup slowly, picked up the napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth, and stood up: "Put the soup back and simmer on a low fire, and bring it up when she's hungry. "

"Yes, sir." Aunt Zhang went over to clear the dining table.

Huo Yunshen walked to the living room, picked up his mobile phone, went to the entrance to change his shoes, and then went out. The roar of a car soon came from outside the door, and he drifted away without any hesitation.

When Tang Wu returned to the studio, she drew a beautiful design with a brush, but the dark style was still unavoidable. Even if it was a white and pure design, it was still covered with thorny roses, which made people feel scary for no reason, but it also brought With an inexplicable attraction.

She put down the pen, leaned back on the chair and closed her eyes to meditate. The chaos, blood, and filth of the past all flashed before her eyes. She was not a pure woman in the first place, so how could she draw a pure design?

As the saying goes, a picture is born from the heart, and when they design, the pen is also born from the heart. When the mind has distracting thoughts, they can't hide it in the pen.

(End of this chapter)