C96 "Who is going to compete for the upper hand?"

After she had a bad premonition, it turned out that she had turned over once again!

He was pressed under the sofa once again!

She choked. The imprisonment in front of her was too strong, so she was somewhat powerless to resist.

After being powerless to resist, he could only watch Huan Jing standing on stage and regain his control over the situation.

The body of the man in front of her started to heat up, so hot that it felt like he was about to have a fever.

The heat made her not know what to do.

The bell in her mind had been ringing non-stop ever since. However, no matter how much he tried, it was useless.

Why didn't she realize before that this man in front of her had such an offensive power?

Huan Jing had already lowered his body, but when he leaned over, he lowered his eyes, and her Spirit Qi floated in her chest.

And then down, and on, and on deeper, and on deeper, .

Tang Meng Rui's body trembled, but before she could even react, suddenly …

Footsteps could be heard!

The door to the outer hall seemed to have been opened!

Before Tang Chu Rui could react, she saw a tall figure quickly walking over. On the way, he even shook off his shoulder bag.

A few seconds later.

The footsteps stopped.

Huan Tianzong looked at the scene on the sofa, his eyes filled with disbelief.

On the sofa, Huan Jing was lying on top of Tang Gu Rui's body. Tang Gu Rui didn't wear anything, and a large portion of Huan Jing's shirt was already exposed, the hanging portion covering himself and Tang Gu Rui's bodies.

The distance between the two was so close, it was as though …

Huan Tianzong clenched his fists tightly!

"small yellow hair?"

Looking at the newcomer, Tang Chu Rui's throat was a little dry.

Tang Meng Rui's gaze turned towards small yellow hair, but Huan Jing, who was resting on her, didn't change his gaze at all.

He kept his eyes on her.

Tang Chu Rui had already turned her head, but his angle was still tilted to the side.

It was as if he knew that the person who had arrived was Huan Tianzong; from beginning to end, there was not the slightest change in expression on his face.

Huan Tianzong clenched his fists tightly, looking at the overly warm scene in front of him, he almost had the impulse to step forward and flip his brother off her body!

At this time, Huan Jing spoke out.

When he spoke, the angle of his face did not move the slightest bit. He was still watching Tang Chu Rui's collarbone.

He lowered his eyes slightly.

"What are you doing here," he said, his voice low but commanding, "up the stairs."

Huan Tianzong took a deep breath on the spot.

He hesitated for a while and stood still. Even though his fist was about to break, he didn't say anything.

His back silently turned, then he headed upstairs.

When Huan Tianzong's figure had already disappeared from the corridor of the second floor, Huan Jing's eyelashes lightly swept across Tang Juren's face.

"What, have you lost your mind?"

Tang Chu Rui finally recovered her wits.

"I just..."

She thought about it.

"It's just that I was caught unprepared by Young Master's attack."

Huan Jing chuckled.

Although he was holding Tang Chu Rui captive, his arm strength wasn't too great. He maintained the proper posture and wouldn't hurt her.

To be honest, she had always been curious about this man.

"Do we have to be here?" she asked. "You could be seen in the living room at any time."

Huan Jing did not move.

Tang Chu Rui knew that they were not following her routine and had already developed their own experiences.

"All right, then, so be it, but," said Tang, "aren't you afraid that I'll kiss you?"

Her movements were so fast that others might not even be able to react. In half a second, she had already closed in on Huan Jing!

He moved very close and was about to kiss her in the next second!

This move worked, Huan Jing's lips looked as though they were struck by lightning, and he immediately dodged to the side!

She hadn't forgotten that he never kissed women,

Just as Huan Jing was in a daze and unable to react, Tang Meng Rui quickly counterattacked from the sofa, and almost instantly seized back the control of the situation.

Huan Jing's imprisonment was completely ineffective, and was instead pressed down to a disadvantaged position.

Tang Meng Rui jumped away from Huan Jing, maintaining a distance of a few meters away from him. She grabbed the clothes she had taken off earlier and said, "Since it's getting late, I'm going to bed early."

Actually, it was still very early.

There was no time for him to sleep at all.

Huan Jing sank into the sofa. The night light made his skin look like it had been polished. There were no lights in the living room, and all the light came from the neon outside the window.

The passing light and shadows seemed to play an artistic melody on his body.

Portraits of Beauty were always difficult to resist, not to mention this beautiful man. Several shirts had been taken off, revealing a large portion of his chest, which was stained by the neon lights.

She was about to go upstairs when she heard someone speaking from behind her.

"When I come back, I have a present for you."

"A gift?" Tang Chu Rui turned around, a little surprised. "For me?"

Had her relationship with Eldest Young Master reached the point where she could be given a present?

"Yes."

Huan Jing gazed at Tang Gu Rui from afar, his voice sounding as pleasant to listen to as if he was rubbing his throat with red wine.

"... "Alright." Tang Meng Rui nodded her head in agreement, thinking that it would take Huan Jing a month to return, "Don't tell me you're bringing me some American specialties?"

Huan Jing let out a "puchi", as if he was amused.

Tang Chu Rui was a bit embarrassed, so she stopped asking about the rest. In any case, a month wasn't a long time, so he had to wait a while. The mystery would soon be revealed.

In the evening, she returned to her sofa and began to forcibly study.

She still did not forget the thick stack of information that Female Assistant had given her.

Generally speaking, even if she had finished reading the information, she would not be able to remember a tenth of it. But if she did not finish tonight, she might be dragged out and beaten to death by the Female Assistant in various ways.

With a sleepy hand on her forehead, she forced herself to look at these sketches of foreign art history and traditional folk art.

The urge to sleep came back.

With a slight movement of her head, she threw herself onto the desk and closed her eyes.

Then he thought, "No, if I don't make up for this, why would I accompany him to the exhibition tomorrow? Could it be that I'm going to be his flower vase?"

After watching for less than half an hour, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Tang Gu Rui raised her head and saw Huan Jing at the door.

Huan Jing stood there, half of his figure was in the shadows, and the other half had fainted under the light of the room's lamps.

"Eldest Young Master, what can I do for you?"

When she saw Huan Jing, she became a little nervous.

But the man just came in with a glass of warm milk.

Yes! Hot milk!

Several times, she wondered if she was seeing things wrong.

She rubbed it, looked at the cup in front of her, then rubbed it again, then looked at the man in front of her.

She was not dreaming, it was really Huan Jing bringing in a cup of hot milk! So unprecedented, so caught off guard!

She was at a loss of what to do!

"You should have a glass of hot milk before you go to bed." The man lowered his eyes, reminding her softly, "What are you looking at?"

Tang wanted to say, "I'm looking at European art history." But before she could say anything, the man had already glanced over at her from his height.

With a single glance, he was able to tell what book it was.

"Why are you looking at this?"

"Female Assistant said that I need to finish reading all of these today. Otherwise, I can't go to the art exhibition tomorrow."

By the way, she asked, "When is tomorrow's exhibition?"

She was still thinking about the pregnancy test.

Huan Jing: "Afternoon."

"Then... When are you going to America? "

Huan Jing: "Tonight's flight."

"Oh …"

Sure enough, this young master had to take care of everything everyday.

There might be some significance in having to go to that art exhibition before leaving the country.

Tang reckoned that tomorrow's lineup might be very grand. However, she did not ask about the rest of the matter. After all, it was not within her concern.

Huan Jing took this stack of papers from her hands and said: "There's no need to use these tomorrow."

No need?

This question once again caused a slight smile to appear in the man's eyes.

"If you're really interested in it, I can help you with your homework."

With that, Huan Jing sat down beside her and casually flipped through the items in his hands, and immediately drew out the most important points.

"Let's start here."

"Ah, alright."

"No," said Tang.

That night, Tang Gu Rui sat beside Huan Jing and listened to his lesson for at least two hours.

Huan Jing explained in great detail, to the point that he was even more thorough than these materials and teaching materials.

Besides, it was an enjoyable experience to listen to this man. His voice was not loud, his tone was magical, and his narrative style had its own logic. Most importantly, when he speaks to you, it's as if he wants you to remember every word he says.

When the art history, which made Tang Muren immediately want to sleep, reached Huan Jing's side, it was as if they had magic.

In short, she remembered all of this.

After all of this was over, Tang Muren looked at the time and suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

"It's almost 12 o'clock!"

Didn't they hear that Young Master Huan Jing had a very strict schedule for his work and rest?

You actually stayed so late to talk about these things?

Tang Chu Rui could not help but admire in her heart how much she loved the history of art! Follow your heart!

When Huan Jing was about to leave, Tang Gu Rui thought of a problem that she faced when she first arrived.

Seeing that the other party was about to leave the next day, she could not help but blurt out this question.

"May I ask you a question?"

Huan Jing turned around as if he was waiting for her to ask.

Tang Meng Rui thought for a while, then remembered that when she first came to become a nude mold, she was completely checked out by him.

She couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you like the scars on a girl's body? Is there some psychological trauma? "

With these words, he could clearly feel that the atmosphere in the room had changed.