Queen Flower

Chu Qingcheng dragged Jiang Lan into the house, and only let go after walking inside.

Chu Qingcheng let go of his hand, sat on the chair and poured a cup of tea and drank it. The tea was very cold, which extinguished the anger in his heart. He looked at the slightly uneasy woman standing in front of him, and stroked his forehead. She didn't know anything and was sulking by herself, which was really sad.

He sighed, his expression a little desolate, and grabbed Jiang Lan's hand.

Jiang Lan didn't dare to withdraw his hand this time, and let him hold it in his hand.

Chu Qingcheng rolled up her sleeves, revealing a beautiful arm like a white lotus root. The shape was perfect and her complexion was crystal clear, surpassing all finely crafted jade.

There was genuine praise in his eyes, and then some guilt, his fingers resting on a string of red marks, the touch under them was as smooth and delicate as silk, and he couldn't help but gently caress, "Does it still hurt? "

Jiang Lan felt it was strange, and glanced at his arm, only to realize that he was dragged in just now, and his arm was red. She shook her head. She was a trainee, but her skin was particularly prone to redness. In fact, it didn't hurt at all.

Chu Qingcheng watched the red seal slowly fade away, and took out a golden chain from his arms. "My mother also likes gold, it's her favorite piece."

He wrapped the long chain around her arm in circles, and then buckled it, "Don't take it off." The corners of his lips pursed slightly, and those eyes like night stars stared deeply on his handsome and unparalleled face. With her, there is hope and love and pity, like a vortex to swallow people.

Jiang Lan lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes covered the mood in her eyes, no matter how slow she was, she now understood. The dazzling golden chain wrapped around her white arm, as if it was wrapped around her heart, making her feel suffocated in an instant.

He is a good person, but she doesn't want to be emotionally burdened anymore, she doesn't want to hurt others, and she doesn't want to hurt herself.

She remained silent, Chu Qingcheng turned her face, slightly disappointed. He walked to the table, unfolded the drawing paper, and then waved to Jiang Lan.

Jiang Lan walked over, stood aside habitually, and put away the paint and ink.

Chu Qingcheng pulled her in front of him and sandwiched her between the desk and himself. He took a paintbrush, put it in her hand, and wrapped the little hand tightly with his own. He looked at her profile, "I'll teach you to draw."

Jiang Lan was stunned, she would never have imagined that there would be such a bridge, she never said that she would learn to paint.

He was so close to her, Wei Liang's strong hand held hers tightly, his outstretched arm was hanging above her arm, and the body behind her surrounded her, enveloping her in his breath. Jiang Lan never knew that this tall and thin young man also had such broad shoulders and mind, standing behind her would make her have nowhere to run. He bent down and lay on top of her, obviously not touching a single point, but Jiang Lan felt uncomfortable all over. His half-bowed head was beside her ear, and his long black and lustrous hair fell on her shoulders. The hair was entangled in one place, and the breath he exhaled sprayed on her earlobe, and a rich orchid fragrance entwined and spread out around her.

Jiang Lan's face turned a touch of red unconsciously. She wanted to break free from his hand, but Chu Qingcheng held it even tighter and could not refuse. He held her hand and started to paint. He seemed to be painting a single person, and the painting style was arbitrary and smooth, as if he had admired it thousands of times in his heart.

Jiang Lan was a little overwhelmed, she only felt her hand was moving, she didn't know where she was drawing, she turned her head and glanced at the man behind her, and saw that he looked calm and calm, but when you looked closely, the long eyelashes half Cover, the white porcelain face seems to be faintly reddish, like the vague traces left after the tide has receded, such a beautiful and slightly shy face is really moving and charming. extreme.

Jiang Lan turned back and her heart began to beat violently. The number one beauty in the Celestial Dynasty, she is not a dead person, who can be completely indifferent to such a stunning beauty? She kept comforting herself to calm herself down.

Chu Qingcheng put down the brush, already painted? So fast. Jiang Lan took a closer look and saw that it was a woman with a big round face with familiar brows and eyes. It was herself.

Teach her to draw herself? Before Jiang Lan could return to her senses, a low, hoarse and intimate whisper came from her ear, "Ugly girl." Chu Qingcheng dropped a light kiss on her round and lovely earlobe, as if the wings of a butterfly brushed the delicate petals , as if the morning dew rolls on the emerald green lotus leaves.

Jiang Lan covered her ears with her hands and leaned forward, her face blushing.

Chu Qingcheng let go of her, seeing her blushing, embarrassed and shy, she smiled, and she finally blushed for herself.

Jiang Lan returned to normal after a while. It's a bad day, she sighed, there are problems everywhere. Fortunately, after the painting, Chu Qingcheng finally stopped embarrassing her, and only let her wait on the side.

Alas, she should have slapped him at the time, and she should have scolded him no matter how bad it was. Why did she lose her head? Could it be that she is also a womanizer? Jiang Lan kept reflecting, and when she was about to go back after the day's work, Chu Qingcheng stopped her again.

"You will move to Qingju tomorrow morning, don't go back." He took out a piece of paper and handed it to her, "This is your contract of sale."

Jiang Lan took the paper and glanced at it. The name on it was Jiang Daya, and there was also her handprint. I really didn't know what was going on. It seemed that she came in impersonating this person, and the handprint was probably due to Xiaoxi.

It doesn't matter, let's destroy it first. Just as she was about to destroy it, the paper was pulled back. Chu Qingcheng folded the paper and put it back in his arms, and said casually, "From today on, you are mine, Don't bother with the rest of the people in this house."

Is it fun to play with her? Jiang Lan really wanted to slap her this time, turned around in anger and left Qingju.

Chu Qingcheng looked at her back and smiled, then took out the paper, lit the oil lamp, and unhurriedly burned the deed to ashes. He can burn this piece of paper in her face, but he is afraid that this girl will turn around and leave, he must let her stay by his side, right?

Jiang Lan went back to the main courtyard to meet Chu Huaiyu.

Chu Huaiyu's attitude was very cold, and she wondered if the scene from the morning had already reached her ears.

"Jiang Feng, I never knew you were so scheming." Chu Huaiyu sneered, "To play with two men in the palm of your hand, and to leave your betrayal, I really underestimated you."

Jiang Lan lowered his head and didn't know what to say.

"Don't be complacent, I see what you have to do, go down." Chu Huaiyu didn't want to see her again, so she waved her away.

Jiang Lan bowed and resigned. She really felt like she was tormented on fire. The main courtyard really couldn't hold her, but Chu Qingcheng wasn't necessarily better, but she really didn't want to see Shen Qun and Chu Huaiyu again.

Tonight was the last night in the main courtyard, she was lying in bed tossing and turning, and finally fell asleep with difficulty.

Half-dreaming and half-awake, she suddenly felt bored. She opened her eyes and saw Hong Ling sitting on her bed with her hands stuck around her neck. She didn't exert much force, but it made her uncomfortable.

Jiang Lan quickly shook off her hand and sat up, almost screaming, "What are you doing?"

Hong Ling looked at her, her eyes were red, her face was hideous, angry and sad, "Why did you make him like you so much? Why? What are you good for? How are you better than me? Why did he just like you? Why do I like you?"

Jiang Lan retreated far away, Hong Ling was a little hysterical, but Jiang Lan really didn't know who she was talking about.

Hong Ling ignored Jiang Lan, went back to her bed alone, got into the quilt, and buried her head in it.

Jiang Lan touched his neck, still feeling lingering fears. She likes everything, and now there are definitely more people who hate her than people who like her. She will go crazy if she stays in this house.