Chapter 50 Chapter 50 Celebrating the First Time

Samuel's hand touched He Songfeng's waist at some point.

When He Songfeng was about to leave, his broad palm pinched the middle of his thin waist. Only a little bit of strength was enough to drain all the energy out of He Songfeng's body.

He Songfeng instantly turned from a living person into a hollow doll that could be manipulated by anyone, hanging lifelessly in Samuel's arms.

The tears fell into Samuel's palms and flowed quietly through his fingers.

Samuel's hand gently brushed across He Songfeng's face, pushing the scattered hair around He Songfeng's ears back to their original position, so as to prevent the black hair from polluting the heartbroken face in front of him.

"So beautiful." Samuel praised He Songfeng.

He admired everything about He Songfeng, even He Songfeng's tears, which were just works of art displayed in the cabinet, not the sadness itself.

He Songfeng secretly cursed Samuel in his heart, calling him a bad guy. Then he adjusted his body posture and gently pushed himself into Samuel's arms. He pulled his arms away and hugged Samuel tightly with a deeper posture. He kissed Samuel's ear and asked Samuel more directly:

"I'm so sad. I need comfort, Mr. Samuel."

The space in a two-door, two-seat supercar is too narrow for two adults, and when two people are pressed on the same seat, they are trapped in an overly suffocating crowd.

He Songfeng's skin was pressed tightly against Samuel's. Samuel's fingers pinched his waist and abdomen, and had already rubbed his internal organs under the skin.

The two people seem to have no relationship, but no matter how you look at it, the distance between them is a negative distance of you in me and me in you, firmly embedded together, and stuck together by the moisture of the rain curtain.

Samuel began to kiss He Songfeng, while not forgetting to pinch He Songfeng's narrow waist and rub the inward-concave waistline roughly.

He Songfeng's body was pressed against the steering wheel, and the dark purple ambient light emitted from the bottom of the console like smoke, as if he was in a blazing ghost fire.

The belt was unfastened with a clang, and as it was quickly pulled out, the gap in He Songfeng's waistband was wide enough to fit a fist.

He Songfeng subconsciously reached out to stop them, and pointed with a red face at the black group of people fighting in the rain outside the window, indicating to Samuel that the partying men and women were not far away.

His hand was against the windshield, his fingers pressing against the cold glass surface, tapping out a series of cold and hard reminders.

However, struggling was futile. He Songfeng's struggling hands were bound by cold, hard straps. His belt bound his hands. He was forced to raise his hands above his head, his elbows bent and unable to stretch out, and his palms spread out with difficulty to support themselves on the roof.

He Songfeng's body was also forced to turn, from crossing the center console to sitting on Samuel's legs, facing Samuel.

He Songfeng was confused, with sad tears still hanging on his eyes and he had no time to wipe them away, so he had to cooperate with Samuel and show a confused and infatuated look.

Her breathing was disordered, her lips and teeth were slightly open, and her tongue rushed out regardless of any obstruction. She looked innocent but was actually deliberately provoking Samuel's blood-pumping nerves.

He Songfeng's provocation finally came to an end.

He Songfeng's two shocked eyeballs were simultaneously pressed against an invisible object, thrusting from the lower eye sockets all the way into the depths of the upper eye sockets. The two eyeballs hung high above the eye sockets, revealing a large area of ​​fragile whites, and red bloodshot was violently surging at the edge of the lower eye socket.

A tear squeezed out of the eye.

He Songfeng understood that his tears would never win sympathy, but they were an excellent fuel for passion.

Samuel kissed him and made a noise of irritation and dissatisfaction:

"Angel! I think we really should get a different car!"

He Songfeng was speechless. The cry for help that came out of his narrow throat was immediately drowned out by the roaring rain.

His breathing, his panting, his groans.

Everything would be heard only when Samuel kissed him.

He said, "Mr. Samuel, I love you."

Samuel was coaxed by He Songfeng into not lasting ten minutes, and He Songfeng's awkward posture only lasted ten minutes before Samuel took off the belt tied around his wrist.

One hand was protected by the watch strap and was not injured, but the other hand was not so lucky. The skin was already broken by the belt, causing a tingling pain and a large red area.

But He Songfeng didn't say it hurt. He just put his hands together in a praying gesture and placed them in front of Samuel, offering himself like a sacrifice.

Samuel bit He Songfeng's injured wrist, leaving a circle of obvious teeth marks on the red mark, which was symmetrical with the watch on the other side.

He licked the teeth marks with his tongue, licked away the excess blood, and then held the rusty and bloody taste in his mouth, injecting it all into He Songfeng's lips.

As soon as the kiss was over, the temperature rose to a point where it was about to explode.

But Samuel is not a cannon machine that can be started with one click. We have to wait for him to catch his breath before we can continue the second game.

Samuel lowered the window a little, and the strong smell of rain with a fishy smell dispelled the cramped heat in the car.

He pulled a cigarette from his pocket and held it to his lips.

Before Samuel could light the cigarette, He Songfeng took the lighter from his pocket.

With the left hand protecting against the wind and the right hand lighting the fire, the body meekly lowered forward.

With a click.

In the deep blue rain curtain, the orange flame ignited the burning love in He Songfeng's dark eyes. It was hard to tell whether the cigarette at his lips was ignited by the flame or by the love and desire in He Songfeng's eyes.

"Sir, can I have a taste?"

He Songfeng stared at the cigarette in Samuel's mouth curiously. He even took the initiative to hold it up with both hands and made an ashtray gesture, indicating that Samuel could shake the hot ashes into his palms.

Samuel glanced at He Songfeng, and seeing He Songfeng's expectant eyes, he shook his head.

Samuel shook his head, rejecting both of He Songfeng's requests. He took a short puff of the cigarette in his mouth, then Samuel picked up the cigarette and threw it into the rain.

As for the cigarette in his mouth, he did not spit it in He Songfeng's face. Instead, he knew that He Songfeng liked to bring a thermos to drink hot water, so he took He Songfeng's cup and drank a sip of hot tea without permission, then swallowed the smell.

Samuel pinched the hands that He Songfeng offered, and with the breath washed clean by the tea, he gently kissed He Songfeng's cheek and said calmly: "Angel, I can't insult you like this, you are the purest."

Samuel showed shy delight, just as he had wanted.

She lowered her head, revealing the two moles on her eyelids meekly. The two moles looked at Samuel politely on behalf of He Songfeng.

Soon, the intermission ended with the kiss of the flavor of Chinese tea.

He Songfeng's eyes once again swung around uncontrollably, just like his body, left and right, front and back, like a doll with its skeleton removed, helplessly allowing its master to manipulate it, making him dizzy and his body a mess.

When Samuel suddenly stopped and remained motionless, He Songfeng hugged Samuel tightly, at a loss, and asked cautiously: "Sir, is there something about me that makes you dissatisfied?"

Samuel was coaxed into the point where his eyes could only see He Songfeng, and his body was overly greedy for every collision with He Songfeng.

Samuel likes docile and beautiful pendants, preferably those that cannot live without Samuel.

He Songfeng demonstrated this point to perfection, everyone got what they wanted and everyone was very satisfied.

afterwards.

He Songfeng's ears turned red and he buried his head deep in Samuel's arms, trembling.

Samuel felt a tingling sensation on his naked chest. He Songfeng was writing something on his heart, which seemed to be a string of numbers.

So Samuel asked, "What are you doing, Angel?"

"Three thousand."

As He Songfeng spoke, he wrote a 3 and drew three zeros - 3000.

"What do you mean?" Samuel didn't understand.

"Three thousand is my price." He Songfeng made it clear, leaving Samuel no room to play dumb. "Your friends used a glass of wine to force me to put a price tag on myself. My obedience is only worth three thousand."

Samuel stroked He Songfeng's cheek and comforted him, "Don't be so sensitive."

"Mr. Samuel, I'm with you because I love you. I've never put a price on myself, but now they must be laughing at me, laughing at me for being a male prostitute who can be obeyed for three thousand dollars."

He Songfeng's fingers stubbornly wrote 3000 on Samuel's heart, his voice getting smaller and smaller, as if he were drowning in this fierce rainy night. All his voices were half-hidden and half-displayed in the rain, giving people a sense of crisis that they could not stay.

"It's my fault. I didn't stick to my own bottom line. I drank that glass of wine. Maybe... maybe... I really am..."

"You're drunk."

Samuel said affirmatively.

He picked up his phone and tapped on the screen, his eyes fixed on the screen. He held He Songfeng's hand against his heart and promised:

"Angel, don't think too much about it. I promise no one will think that of you."

Samuel put down his phone, picked up the thermos, unscrewed it skillfully, took a sip, put it to He Songfeng's lips, and patted He Songfeng's back gently like coaxing a baby.

At this time, He Songfeng's cell phone rang.

Samuel let go of He Songfeng and said, "This is a gift, please sign for it. My Angel."

He Songfeng picked up his phone and saw that his bank account had received a transfer of 52,000 US dollars from Samuel, which was equivalent to nearly 400,000 RMB.

Samuel said: "In your country, this means I love you, right?"

He Songfeng held the phone in his hand, his soul floating up to the sky with the $52,000. For a moment, he was unable to adapt to the fact that he, who was penniless, suddenly had so much money.

His expression is dull and stagnant, which can also be said to be simple and ignorant, and naive about the world.

"What is this gift?"

"Celebrating my Angel's first time drinking. How does it feel to take his first sip of alcohol in his life?"

Samuel looked at He Songfeng tenderly and chuckled softly. He placed his hand on He Songfeng's forehead and considerately helped He Songfeng brush away the hair on both sides that was wet with sweat and raindrops.

He Songfeng felt a little sad.

I remembered him giving me his first time on a damp bed in a small town when I was eighteen. He was humiliated like that, and all he got in return was a worn-out, second-hand phone.

But now, he got nearly 400,000 yuan for his first drinking experience.

But he didn't feel that he was unworthy, he just felt that every step he took was right.

He Songfeng burst into laughter.

He stuck out the tip of his tongue and said coquettishly, "Sir, I only licked it, I didn't drink it~"

But He Songfeng still carefully recalled the taste of the wine. His eyes, as clear as glass bullets, drooped obediently as he thought, "It's a bit sour, hmm... and there's a smell that makes my nose feel like it's filled with water and it's hard to breathe. I don't think I can accept it."

Samuel let out a long breath, stretched his body comfortably, leaned back lazily on the backrest, and sighed, "Cute."

The interior ambient lights rise and fall in the same rhythm as the slowly playing music, but are no longer a dark blue, but a light pink-purple, like waves, or even more like floating clouds.

The song on the player played a soothing drum beat, giving off a slightly intoxicating feeling that made one's eyes and ears lose focus. Samuel tapped He Songfeng's waist with one hand, beating the rhythm intermittently, aimlessly enjoying the long and gentle feeling, watching the angel in his arms in the dim light, her face becoming more and more obedient and sweet.

Suddenly, amid the psychedelic, lazy and hoarse drum beats, He Songfeng showed an abrupt tension.

It turned out that the party was over, and a group of young men and women were walking towards them, laughing and joking.

They danced in the rain, laughed and kissed, feeling unsatisfied.

Among them were Samuel's friends. They saw the flashy sports car parked on the side of the road at a glance, exchanged glances, and ran over with a clear goal.

He Songfeng became more and more nervous, and hugged Samuel helplessly, treating him as his life-saving straw.

"Hey! Samuel."

A man knocked on the car window and laughed through the half-open window: "I thought about that virtual currency you told me about, and I'm telling you... Oops! Excuse me~~~"

The man's eyes dropped down to the coat shivering in Samuel's arms.

"Poor Angel."

The man sighed, then turned around and waved, signaling others not to get close. "Go back! Don't ruin Samuel's good deeds!"

When it was quiet, He Songfeng carefully poked half of his head out of his coat, his eyes buried in Samuel's chest, alert to any movement around him.

Samuel pulled up his coat, covered He Songfeng's face with it, and kissed him through his clothes.

"My angel, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul."

My □□, the fire of desire.

My sin, my soul.

And again, "My angel."

Samuel imitates the morbid tone of the protagonist Humbert towards Lolita in Vladimir Nabokov's novel Lolita, talking to himself.

He felt deeply guilty for defiling a pure angel, yet he was hopelessly addicted to this purity.

He Songfeng returned to the passenger seat and took a short rest tiredly.

When they arrived downstairs at the apartment, Samuel did not follow He Songfeng back upstairs.

This is a cage for canaries, not the owner's residence.

He Songfeng watched the sports car leave. After confirming that the other party would not come back, he hurriedly ran in the rain to where the kitten was.

"Kitty! I got a lot of money from that idiot, so I can support you! I can help you take care of you super, super well."

There was an uncontrollable joy in He Songfeng's voice. He had no special feelings for cats and dogs. It was just a dying young life that reminded him of himself.

He raised it as if he were taking care of his own childhood.

"Kitty?!" He Songfeng's voice became louder.

He lowered his head and searched under the awning, but not only was his handbag missing, but also all trace of the kitten disappeared without a trace.

He Songfeng was unwilling to give up and continued searching nearby for half an hour in the heavy rain.

Finally, with the dizziness caused by a cold, he was forced to accept the fact that a weak life disappeared from his sight.

He failed to save Kitty.

He Songfeng soaked in the bathtub sadly, swallowing back bitter tears. This time, the tears were genuine, not shed to deceive anyone.

I didn't treat my younger self well, and I don't have the ability to save the kitten.

A phone call suddenly interrupted He Songfeng's helpless thoughts.

"Angel, the oil painting department needs a model tomorrow. I'd like to ask if you're willing. The salary is $400 per class. I know it's not much for you, so you can refuse me."

He Songfeng wiped away his tears, calmed down, and replied calmly: "Okay, I agree."

The other party breathed a sigh of relief, and cheers of celebration could be faintly heard.

The teaching assistant on the other end of the phone confirmed the class time and classroom location with He Songfeng, and said that he would send it to He Songfeng's email. Finally, he apologized for disturbing He Songfeng's private time.

This conversation came to an end quickly.

The arm holding the phone drooped dejectedly outside the bathtub, and the phone looked shaky as if it was about to fly away.

But he suddenly thought of something, suppressed the fatigue that was leaking from his body, sat up from the bathtub, and returned the money that Samuel had transferred to him through online banking.

52000$

If He Songfeng says no, then no.

He was open-minded, thinking that since the kitten was gone, there was no point in keeping the money, and it would only increase Samuel's suspicion.

Samuel called immediately, "Are you still angry?"

"No, sir." He Songfeng responded with a sweet smile.

Without waiting for Samuel to speak, He Songfeng immediately said in extremely formal written English:

"I don't want to take money from you that doesn't belong to me. I have my own part-time job and I earn my own money."

Samuel chuckled softly, "How many days and nights will it take you to work so that you can afford the watch I gave you?"

He Songfeng lowered his voice and said unconfidently: "Probably... a lifetime."

"But this is a gift from Mr. Mister. If one day we no longer have contact, I will return the gift to Mr. Mister."

Samuel pretended not to hear He Songfeng's next words, and said, "Really? Then it's for life."

Samuel said good night and hung up the phone.

He Songfeng threw his phone to the ground, and the gentle smile on his face was wiped away in an instant, like a pool of still, stagnant water in a bathtub.

Before he knew it, He Songfeng fell asleep in the bathtub.

The drop in water temperature and the "wa wa" sound coming from outside the door woke He Songfeng up from his sleep.

He Songfeng stepped out of the bathtub, quickly put on his bathrobe, grabbed the hem of the robe and tightened it on both sides, then walked towards the door in his slippers, not forgetting to take a small towel to cover his hair and wipe it as he walked.

He Songfeng walked to the door, opened it, and analyzed where the noisy "wow wow" sound came from.

His eyes went straight ahead, staring at the door opposite.

He Songfeng exhaled irritably, thinking why is it him again?!

It's so terrible that there is such a noisy troublemaker living in this building.

He Songfeng walked quickly forward and knocked on the door hard.

Not only did the noisy sound not stop, but it got closer and closer to He Songfeng, so close that there was only a door between them.

Crunch——

The door opened a little, and even sharper screams came out from the gap.

"Sir, I'm really angry. You're a terrible, noisy neighbor. If your room can't be quiet tonight and still disturbs my sleep, I'm going to find the owner of this apartment building tomorrow, tell him what you've done, and have him kick you out of here completely!"

He Songfeng's words became more and more vicious. If he didn't still have some shame, he would have exposed his shameful relationship with Samuel.

But He Songfeng's words did not make the sound smaller, but it became louder and louder, so loud that He Songfeng felt dizzy.

He Songfeng had enough of the humiliation he received from Samuel tonight. He was already unhappy and became even more irritable. He Songfeng, who always behaved gently, suddenly ripped open the door in front of him.

The door and the wall collided with each other in a terrifying manner.

He Songfeng supported his waist with one hand, and pointed the other hand directly at the man in front of him, angrily commanding:

"Madman! Shut up! Stop that shrill noise of yours-!"

As a result, the kitten he had been thinking about all night appeared in front of He Songfeng's fingertips, howling loudly.

Kitty was held in the man's arms, and the man was holding a small bottle of milk in his hand.

All of He Songfeng's anger flew away like a punctured balloon, leaving only a deflated He Songfeng.

He Songfeng's hands dropped, but things had already come to this point, and He Songfeng couldn't bring himself to apologize. As Samuel's lover, he was superior to others, so why would he need to apologize to others?

He Songfeng changed the subject: "Did you pick up the cat?"

The man nodded and awkwardly wiped the sweat off his forehead with his bottle. "Uh... I found your bag when I was passing downstairs, and I thought you gave your bag to this cat, so this cat must mean a lot to you."

"I didn't expect you to be so angry. I'm sorry."

The man wanted to put the cat into He Songfeng's arms, but He Songfeng raised his hand and coldly refused, snorting coldly, saying:

"This cat means nothing to me, it's just pitiful."

Unexpectedly, after seeing He Songfeng, the kitten stopped making disturbing howls and began to suck the bottle quietly in the man's arms.

"Did you make dinner?" He Songfeng asked suddenly.

The man nodded.

He Songfeng raised his hand and hovered it in front of the man, "You can invite me to dinner."

He Songfeng and Samuel had been doing it in the car all night and were exhausted. They were now so hungry that they didn't know what to do.

He didn't hesitate and walked into the man's room.

The kitchen and dining room in the opposite apartment are as large as the living room. The size of the kitchen can be described as spacious and open.

The fragrance drifted into He Songfeng's nose outside the door from here.

The living room wasn't really a living room. There was no sofa, coffee table or TV. There was only an easel, two chairs, a long table, and countless drawing boards.

"What's your name?" He Songfeng sat at the dining table.

"Evander." The other person answered, standing nervously in front of He Songfeng, his eyes blinking immaturely.

He felt uneasy, as if this was not his home.

"My name is He Songfeng." He Songfeng introduced himself, "You can call me..."

He Songfeng suddenly stopped, the word was about to come out of his mouth, but He Songfeng bit his tongue and swallowed it back into his stomach.

"I don't have any other name, my name is He Songfeng."

Ivander imitated He Songfeng's lip shape and tone, and read out He Songfeng's Chinese words word by word.

"He Songfeng."

Evander placed everything in his hands on the dining table and turned around to bring out a plate of steaming food.

"...He Songfeng, this is pasta with bacon and egg sauce." Evander introduced.

He Songfeng said thank you and started to enjoy the meal at ease.

As a nanny, Ivander sat opposite He Songfeng and continued to feed the kitten.

He Songfeng's eyes lit up when he took the first bite. This was the most down-to-earth meal he had ever eaten in this country.

Samuel is a peacock who cares more about appearance than substance. When he takes He Songfeng out to eat, he always eats some beautiful food that makes his stomach ache but still can't fill him up.

The kitten also made whimpering sounds while drinking milk.

The sound made both people at the table laugh.

After He Songfeng finished eating, Evander helped to collect the tableware and said with a smile, "You are so familiar. Aren't you afraid that I will poison you?"

He Songfeng wiped his mouth and said vaguely: "Only those given by others are poisonous, not those that you ask for yourself."

Evander laughed loudly, his eyes as blue as the sea blowing out long waves, and He Songfeng was like a glass bullet stopped on the shore, embracing all the waves into his eyes.

The distance between the two people quietly narrowed as they looked at each other.

They are not so incompatible, not so aggressive, or always apologizing. They are as quiet as two good friends who have known each other for a long time, smiling tacitly to show their goodwill.

He Songfeng touched the kitten sleeping soundly on the table and pleaded reluctantly, "...Can I come tomorrow night? Not to eat for free, but to come and see the kitten."

Evander was surprised. "You won't take him with you?"

He Songfeng shook his head helplessly without elaborating on the reason.

Evander didn't curiously ask why, but simply said, "You're welcome here."

Before leaving, He Songfeng suddenly stopped, pointed at the drawing board in the living room, and praised: "Your paintings are beautiful, you are an artist."

"Thank you." A smile spread across Evander's face.

"And...I'm sorry that I treated you so badly some time ago."

"sorry."

After saying this, He Songfeng quickly ran back to his room, not giving the other party any time to forgive him. He Songfeng's guilty conscience even made him ignore Evander's shouting behind him: "You forgot to take back your handbag!"

"How dare he not forgive me? My apology, He Songfeng, must be accepted and forgiven!"

He Songfeng made a firm statement to his lover in the mirror.

The man in the mirror stared at He Songfeng in silence for half a minute before he lowered his shoulders calmly and said softly, "I think your temper has gotten a little bad lately."

"It's all because of that bad guy Samuel. I'm not the docile lamb he imagined I was, ready to be slaughtered. My pent-up emotions have to find a way to vent."

"You must understand me!"

He Songfeng kept muttering to himself, not thinking that his bad temper was something that needed to be corrected. Instead, he sought comfort from his lover in the mirror.

He Songfeng will always get what he wants.

So he was caressed, hugged, and held hands.

The cold and hard mirror surface became soft and moist in the kiss, blending into a pool of wet mud.

His own fingers let him go reluctantly.

He Songfeng collapsed in the middle of the white bed, curled up into a small ball, and fell asleep contentedly.

The next morning, the people sent by Samuel showed up in He Songfeng's apartment and were counting the assets one by one.

He Songfeng leaned against the bedroom door and cursed lazily, "Dog eunuch."

In the past, people would greet He Songfeng warmly with good morning because they didn’t understand that He Songfeng was scolding them.

Unexpectedly, the person who came this time could speak Chinese. He looked up and gave He Songfeng a serious look.

He Songfeng looked innocent and shrugged in English, saying, "Good morning. Why didn't you tell me you knew Chinese? I'd have Samuel replace you right away."

The other person's face darkened, but he still asked in a businesslike manner: "Sir, why did the Hermès umbrella disappear from the umbrella stand?"

"I'm holding an umbrella for the kitten, and the handbag also serves as a nest for the kitten." He Songfeng made a handbag gesture and answered truthfully.

"Okay, we've already heard from Mr. Samuel about the handbag. This time, we're bringing you the new Dior 25 Paris Limited Edition White Medium Tote Bag. Please understand that Mr. Samuel doesn't want you to steal, conceal, or engage in any other deceptive behavior. This matter concerns the trust between you and Mr. Samuel, and is of paramount importance to him."

Samuel's arrogance made him unable to accept the deception and concealment from the weak lamb, so he wanted to make sure that everything about He Songfeng was under his control.

Make sure He Songfeng is really as pure and innocent as he looks.

He Songfeng nodded to show his understanding. After taking the handbag, he happily turned back to the cloakroom to get dressed.

Under the gray pullover sweatshirt is a lavender shirt, paired with a simple pair of light blue jeans and black and white Dexter shoes.

His hairstyle was his usual one, with his hair tied up in a bun behind his ear, from which a short strand of hair extended, hanging lazily on his collarbone.

He Songfeng put the computer into his new handbag, picked up his keys, cup, toilet paper and other miscellaneous items, and then slowly walked out the door.

Because it rained heavily the night before, the air was exceptionally fresh. A few fallen leaves were floating lightly in the puddle underfoot, and dull flower buds were drooping pitifully among the branches. The wind blew them again and again, making a shivering rustling sound.

The school is not too close to where He Songfeng lives, but He Songfeng takes a taxi to school every day, and all the bills are sent to Samuel's address.

Money has become a very strange existence for He Songfeng.

It is rare, yet inexpensive.

The oil painting class was scheduled for the morning. Since He Songfeng had no classes that morning, there was enough time for the students to paint well.

He Songfeng arrived at school just in time.

He Songfeng took a bite of the hard bread in his hand, making a disgusting "Puh" sound, but had to take another bite, choking and forcing himself to swallow it dryly.

I ate with a pale face and couldn't help but miss the Italian meal from the night before.

A group of students rushed over, surrounded He Songfeng, and exclaimed in amazement: "OMG! I like you so much... I really think you're super beautiful. Look at what I'm wearing today, I'm imitating your style!"

"Don't worry, I will definitely draw you as an Angel in heaven today, because you deserve it!"

He Songfeng thanked them one by one.

The students surrounded him and went to the classroom, but the greetings on the way caused He Songfeng to arrive late.

He Songfeng arrived too late, and when he was standing outside the door and had not yet had time to enter, he heard an extremely terrifying sound.

"Professor, I'd like to ask you something. Is He Songfeng a student in the Oil Painting Department? I didn't find his name on the student list."

Samuel and He Songfeng were only an arm's length apart. He was asking the professor who came to teach the class for the real information about He Songfeng.

The lie that He Songfeng casually mentioned at that time was not clarified in time, and became a hidden bomb called "deception" buried under the relationship a year later.

Samuel asked back in a positive tone: "He cheated on me, didn't he?"

He Songfeng peeked carefully and discovered something even more surprising.

The professor of the oil painting department is actually Evander!

He was not sure whether Evander would help him keep this secret, so He Songfeng began to pray.

She clenched her fists carefully over her heart, lowered her head slightly, kissed her knuckles, and whispered a wish:

"Lord, please don't take away my wealth and glory."

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