lover beside

Chapter 313

Catherine seemed to ponder for a while, "There is a person who is very special. Others either looked at it and walked away with a sneer, or didn't even look at it; only he stood in front of the painting and looked at it very carefully. I don't believe he didn't Knowing Monet's "Water Lilies", I feel—he saw it, my soul..."

Catherine suddenly turned her head back, her eyes entwined with Ziheng, "So, I want him... the soul has been entangled, and I hope that the body and body can also be deeply entangled!"

Ziheng frowned, lowered his head, and planned to leave quickly.

It doesn't feel good to be entangled by a woman, and he doesn't like women who are too outgoing.What's more, it's this kind of woman who wants to have sex with him as soon as they meet... He misses Qing Huan's graceful and shyness.

In fact, he was fascinated by looking at Catherine's paintings in the gallery that day. On the one hand, he was indeed shocked by the spiritual quality of the pictures. On the other hand, what he didn't tell Catherine that day was that he thought of Qing Huan.

Hibiscus comes out of clear water, and it is naturally carved.Qinghuan is just like her name, she is the clear water; and she is just like the water lily quietly blooming on the clear water.Beautiful and elegant, shy and gentle... Looking at that painting, he has been thinking about her.

Therefore, when Catherine proposed to have sex with him because of his stopping and staring, not only could he not accept it, but he only felt disgust rising from the bottom of his heart.It's like what you want to taste is porridge and side dishes, but you are forced to pour greasy broth.

Unexpectedly, before taking a few steps, Catherine's arm was entangled, "Mr. Lu, since you are here, why did you leave so quickly? Could it be that you are hiding from me?" Someone told Lu Ziheng's name after she returned to the gallery. her.

Ziheng frowned, "Please respect yourself."

Catherine smiled, and she looked even more charming under the raised lights, "Why am I not self-respecting? This is a social occasion, and I just want to talk to a man, am I not self-respecting?"

Her red lips moved closer, her naturally hoarse voice spread out like a sack of yarn, "I just want to talk to you, I don't want to flirt with you in public here..."

Ziheng was a little desperate.He found that his aura was easily suppressed by this woman again, unable to display it at all.

Catherine took the opportunity to pull Ziheng into the sofa covered by green plants and sat down, smiling hoarsely, "You have feelings for me, I can see it... Don't forget that I am a painter, my observation ability is far away." Beyond your own perception—that is, you haven't realized that you are attracted to me, and I have discovered it before you..."

Ziheng snorted, and subconsciously glanced at himself.

Catherine laughed and leaned over softly, the wide shawl slipped from her shoulders, revealing her exquisite collarbone, "You reacted, didn't you?" Covered by the big shawl, her hand held him accurately... …

Ziheng almost jumped up in shock!

He has seen too many women's temptations, so it's not because of Catherine's boldness; he was surprised by himself—he actually reacted!
For so long, he thought he had forgotten...

For so long, he thought that only when he dreamed of Qing Huan would he...

Ziheng was in a trance, feeling as if he had gone back to his boyhood. On the morning of his first wet dream, he woke up in a panic, not knowing how to face himself...

He turned around in embarrassment, and walked away bitterly.

Catherine's laughter chased after him enchantingly, wrapping around his body like a thread, lingering, "Mr. Lu, we will meet again soon..."

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"Mom..." In the dark night, Mu Yang wearily pulled off his tie and picked up the phone.When he was upset, his mother's gentle voice was always his best comfort, "Mom, what are you doing?"

Qing Huan smiled softly on the phone, "I'm cooking porridge for him. After staying in the United States for so long, he still doesn't like Western food. No matter how late he comes back every night, he still wants to drink a bowl of porridge I cooked for him. "

Mu Yang smiled enviously, "Mom, Dad is so happy. I'm so jealous of him."

Qing Huan smiled, "Stupid child, you are talking nonsense. When you marry a wife and start a family, you will have your own happiness."

Mu Yang narrowed his eyes reminiscently, "Mom, with your skill, what good porridge can you cook? Dad didn't say that on purpose to please you, right?"

Qing Huan seemed to hesitate for a moment, but then smiled, "That's right, anyway, he was smiling when he drank, and I don't care about the rest."

A scene suddenly appeared before Mu Yang's eyes: in the twilight morning light, Kerr was wearing a big black T-shirt, standing huddled in the kitchen cooking a pot of porridge.The fragrance of rice porridge rising from the pot became his fondest memory of that morning.At that time, he suddenly wanted to stop, not going anywhere, not doing anything, just sitting in the rice incense she cooked with her own hands, quietly watching her little back.

Sighing softly, he asked, "Mom, how does a woman feel when she's cooking porridge?"

Qing Huan smiled, "You are right to ask this. Silly son, for a woman, the process of cooking a meal is definitely not just for the result, not just for filling the stomach, or even just for good taste. Just take Let me tell you, I know that I am not the kind of good wife and mother, and I am not good at taking care of him, so I put all my feelings for him into the process of cooking porridge. Try to be as detailed as possible, try to I put so much effort into it, that’s why he drinks it with such a smile every night. Even if the taste may not be perfect, I think he must have understood my intention.”

He smiled, with a bit of embarrassment in his smile, "Mom, what if a woman cooks porridge, but she just keeps it for herself and doesn't want to share it with others?"

Qing Huan paused for a moment, then smiled, "Boy, is there something wrong with you? Tell me, what kind of girl is it?"

He blushed, "Temporary secret. Mom, tell me quickly."

Qing Huan sighed softly, "Silly boy, if a girl carefully cooks porridge for herself, but only keeps it for her to drink instead of sharing it with you, it must be because you haven't done enough..."

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[Fifth of ten.Call for monthly pass, final sprint~~~]

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