Chapter 100 Would you call your friend husband?
Because she had never been prepared for Jun Yiqing, who was usually cold and distant and took the initiative to keep a distance from her, to turn evil one day.
So at the end of the class, when all the students were walking out, Jun Yiqing was the only one who asked her to stay.
Minghuan nodded in agreement without any suspicion.
The other students in the class exchanged secret glances with each other, and then walked out quickly and tactfully.
In just a few minutes, Jun Yiqing and Ming Huan were the only two people left in the classroom that was originally full of people.
Minghua turned around, raised her eyebrows, and smiled brightly:
"Teacher Jun, is there something wrong?"
Jun Yiqing looked at Minghua like this, with a gentle smile in his eyes, and replied:
"The school has opened an independent art studio for me. Are you interested in going and checking it out?"
When others look at Jun Yiqing's paintings, most of them do so to soothe their spirits. Occasionally, there are some who can carefully appreciate the personal emotions contained in the paintings, but it is difficult for them to explain why.
So when Ming Huan heard Jun Yiqing's invitation, she not only did not doubt it, but her eyes lit up.
Nodded:
"Okay, is Mr. Jun preparing a new work?"
Minghua also had the opportunity to take a good look at Jun Yiqing's new works at the last art exhibition, and he lived up to his reputation as a talented painter.
Perhaps because he has done something to the extreme, his paintings can actually emit a healing effect that can alleviate mental chaos.
But that's not true. Ever since the emergence of Jun Yiqing, a freak whose paintings can produce healing effects, many people on the main star have also started to learn painting.
But none of them can achieve this effect.
Could it be that Jun Yiqing’s painting process is different?
Minghua thought about this, and a hint of curiosity flashed across her face:
"Teacher Jun, can I watch you draw later?"
Listening to Minghua calling him Teacher Jun all the time, all she said was words to distance herself from them.
Jun Yiqing's eyes deepened, but his face showed no emotion. The smile on the corner of his mouth was still gentle and reliable.
"Of course, I'm planning to do a new painting soon."
"Really?" Minghuan's eyes opened a little wider when she heard that.
The beautiful peach blossom eyes are round and look very well-behaved.
Only Jun Yiqing knew that when she slapped Jin Chenye in the face again and again, she showed no mercy at all.
She would be so angry that she would call out the man's name.
In any case, it sounds better than the distant voice of Teacher Jun.
Jun Yiqing was extremely jealous, but he disguised it very well, not revealing a single emotion.
Minghuan was still immersed in the excitement of seeing Jun Yiqing painting on the spot, and didn't notice anything at all.
It is a specially approved exclusive studio. In order to avoid being disturbed by inspiration while creating, it is far away from the busy area of the school playground.
The atmosphere became quieter and quieter as they walked. Just as Minghua's brows began to furrow, Jun Yiqing spoke:
"arrive."
The man in a white shirt and suit trousers opened the studio door and walked into the room first.
As if he knew Minghuan's worries, he pretended very well and went straight to sit in front of the easel in the middle of the studio.
The morning sun shines into the house through the clean and transparent glass windows, shining on the man, making him look even more like a clear breeze and bright moon, as precious as a jade.
Not to mention that at this moment Jun Yiqing seemed to focus all his attention on the easel. His slender and powerful five fingers held the paintbrush and began to move on the canvas, making him look very charming.
Minghua's eyes flashed, and she secretly sighed that she was really narcissistic.
Why do I feel that Jun Yiqing will also go crazy like Fu Shizheng and Jin Chenye?
You're really overthinking it.
His thoughts subsided, and he walked happily into the studio, not noticing Jun Yiqing's sudden relaxed breathing.
When they entered the studio, Jun Yiqing was painting seriously and attentively. Minghua walked around him and then looked up and down at some of the works hanging in the studio out of boredom.
Suddenly, Jun Yiqing's voice was heard:
"If you feel bored, there's a coffee table over there where you can sit and rest for a while."
Minghuan looked up in the direction he pointed. She was a little confused as to why there was a coffee table for guests in a private studio, but her attention was soon attracted by the exquisite little cakes and milk on it.
I got up too late in the morning and didn't have breakfast.
I'm hungry now.
The smile on his face couldn't help but become more genuine.
"Thank you, Mr. Jun."
After saying that, he walked straight towards the coffee table.
He carefully took a piece of cake, pinched it and fed it into his mouth, then drank two sips of milk.
A mustache instantly grew above his soft lips, and when he looked up at the person, he became even more foul:
"Teacher Jun," Ming Hua waved the cake in her hand towards him, "Would you like one?"
Jun Yiqing shook his head, unmoved, his eyes focused on the canvas in front of him, but his brush didn't move for a long time. A cold voice rang out:
"Need not."
"All right."
After Minghuan asked, she buried her head and started eating again.
I have to say, Jun Yiqing is quite good at choosing.
This little cake I bought is really delicious.
that is……
Minghuan's beautiful and bright peach blossom eyes blinked, and her body became limp as if she was sleepy.
Why am I so sleepy?
Ming Huan sighed, and only reacted when she saw Jun Yiqing standing up from the easel and walking towards her.
Depend on!
Jun Yiqing actually drugged her.
All men are dogs.
Never trust any man again.
Minghuan's last memory was of being picked up by Jun Yiqing, with her head buried in his arms. The cool scent of fir was warmed by her skin, making her feel cozy and warm.
*
Half an hour later
Minghua opened her eyes.
My hands and feet are still weak and powerless.
But his consciousness was completely clear.
Minghua's face turned completely cold. She looked at Jun Yiqing who was standing not far away and looking at her intently, and said in a cold tone:
"Teacher Jun, what are you doing?"
Upon hearing this, Jun Yiqing stood up and walked to Minghuan, extending his index finger and covering Minghuan's red lips.
"I told you last time, don't call me Teacher Jun. You can call me Yiqing, or husband."
"But Huanhuan, you always forget."
Jun Yiqing sighed when he said this, looking helpless.
"You're always so distant to me, yet so nice to other men. It's really... infuriating."
Since other people are not Minghuan's options, he can still make Minghuan's emotions fluctuate by going crazy.
Close contact with Minghua.
Why couldn't he?
He also wanted to be closer and closer to Huanhuan.
"Hanhuan, you've been so naughty. I'm going to punish you."
Jun Yiqing's eyes met Minghuan's, full of paranoia.
Obviously, he will definitely do what he says.
Minghuan was shocked. She didn't expect Jun Yiqing to become like this.
Speak to save the situation:
"Teacher Jun, no, Yiqing, don't be like this, aren't we friends?"
"Who said I wanted to be your friend? Would you call your friend your husband?"
As Jun Yiqing spoke, he reached out to touch Minghuan's clothes.
(End of this chapter)
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