At the competition awards ceremony, Tang Jingci slapped some people in the face with her strength, especially Qiao Xiyan's...

Because now some people are beginning to question that his skills are not as good as Tang Jingci.

After the party, the school leaders invited the sponsor and the judge to have a meal together. The person who was the leader of the Academy of Fine Arts, so they naturally called Qiao Xiyan.

Song Fengwan had class the next day. Even if someone called her to go together, she refused. Just as she was about to walk out of the auditorium, Jiang Ershao rushed out from one side, "Ms. Song."

Song Fengwan nodded and smiled at him.

He wanted to say congratulations to Song Fengwan, but when he faced her, his face turned red and scratched his ears and foreheads, and he couldn't even spit out a word. He was shy and innocent.

"Is there something wrong?" Song Fengwan looked at him suspiciously.

"I...my that..." Jiang Ershao stuttered, his palms tense and sweated a little.

"Wanwan!" Hu Xinyue and Miao Yating stood behind and began to call her.

"It's okay, you go."

After Jiang Ershao finished speaking, he wished he could slap himself.

Oh shit!

You are such a shameful thing.

Seeing his frustrated and helpless look, Song Fengwan seemed to have guessed something, and said goodbye to him with a smile, then turned around and walked out.

Young Master Jiang stared at her leaving back, beat her chest and stamped her feet, which was so frustrating.

"All people are walking far away, still watching?" The man who was waiting for him in the distance walked over.

"He looks so beautiful." Jiang Ershao was shocked.

"Do you fall in love with her face?"

"Of course not, it's all my food on the outside and inside."

"It's a pity that it's the dish on someone else's plate, not yours."

Jiang Ershao felt so heartbroken in his heart.

"You are not my dear brother."

"I hope not, either." The man snorted coldly, "I will go to the company later, and I won't go to the dinner here."

"It's already 9:30, so I'm still going to the company?"

"If you have urgent matters, drink less."

Young Master Jiang Erzhao grabbed his head, "I knew you still care about me."

"I'm afraid you'll be embarrassed when you're drunk." The man mercilessly exposes his little fantasy bubble.

"Damn, you...ao." Before the young master Jiang Er finished speaking, he was kicked hard by the man.

"Say swear again?"

Young Master Jiang closed his mouth in disappointment.

"You are 18 years old and invite a group of friends to go out for fun. In the middle of the night, if your friend hadn't stopped you, you would have been stripped naked and ran naked."

Jiang Ershao has ten thousand slaps in his heart.

"What, I want to walk the birds!"

"Brother" Jiang Ershao is really about to cry.

"I'll go back first." He left directly after he said that.

At this time, everyone was leaving the auditorium, and there were many people at each exit. When he went out, he happened to meet Song Fengwan, who was playing with his roommate. The three girls were crowded together, and they didn't know what to say, and they smiled particularly brightly.

Song Fengwan also saw him and smiled at him.

"Congratulations on winning the award." He spoke frankly and directly.

"Thanks."

Then there was no conversation again. This person gave Song Fengwan the feeling, gentle and concise spirit, restrained and respected. He might also be looking at Song Fengwan, but his eyes were not uncomfortable. I really can't imagine that it was actually Mr. Jiang's biological brother?

The other side

Jiang Ershao took Duan Linbai's car to the hotel. When he entered the private room, everyone was basically there.

"Sorry, I'm late." Duan Linbai was still a human figure outside.

"No, no, no, sit down." Everyone greeted Duan Linbai and Jiang Ershou to sit down.

Tang Jingci sat next to a female professor, forming a diagonal diagonal with Qiao Xiyan.

Qiao Xiyan leaned against the chair. He was dressed casually today, his face was as cold as before, and the light in the box was dark, covering him with a faint hazy feeling. Someone talked to him, and his eyes were slightly adjusted, and his eyes were always floating and falling in Tang Jingci.

And she blinked at him mischievously.

The cold facial features instantly become lively and colorful.

Qiao Xiyan rubbed her fingers slightly, and she had the urge to pounce on her.

Before drinking and eating, all kinds of politeness are inevitable. Tonight, Tang Jingci shines brightly, and everyone's topic is on her.

In addition to praising her good skills, the female professor next to her made the topic a deviation.

"Little porcelain, are you a partner?"

Although many of the professors here are in their fifties and sixties, their children are not old. Many of them are in college and get married late. They are not in school at this time. It is impossible for everyone to communicate academically. After all, they will revolve around her personal issues.

Tang Jingci knew in her heart that some people here had contact with her father. She planned to do so with Qiao Xiyan and told her father at the end of the year, so she could not be exposed at this time, so she shook her head guiltily, "Not yet."

"We have to hurry up. You see, there are so many young talents present, but there is no one who looks at each other?"

Some doctoral students present, as well as several young teachers from the Academy of Fine Arts, and those who are older are in their early thirties.

"No hurry." Tang Jingci was so guilty that he didn't dare to look at Qiao Xiyan.

"You can't have this mentality. You still have to talk about dating. How big the age difference can you accept? My son graduated next year, do you mind?"

Tang Jingci kept drinking water, and glanced at Qiao Xiyan from the corner of his eyes. Someone was staring at her with a smile in his eyes.

Her heart was stuttering.

She couldn't stand these enthusiastic professors and just urinated.

"Hey, brother, she and..." Jiang Ershao was confused when he heard this. When he went to Jing's house before, he had met Tang Jingci and said that it was Song Fengwan's cousin's wife. Then her cousin is here again. Are these two people a pair?

Song Fengwan has more than one cousin?

He was about to say something, but Duan Linbai was under the table and kicked him hard, "Talk less and eat more."

"Okay." Jiang Ershao coughed.

When Tang Jingci washed her face, Qiao Xiyan was leaning against one wall to smoke.

He hadn't completely quit his cigarette yet, he was obviously waiting for her.

He used one hand to hold a bag and the other hand to his side, holding a cigarette with his fingertips, tilted his head slightly, staring at the front of him and spitting mist. He heard a sound of footsteps and turned his head away.

In the fog, the darker and brighter the darker the eyes.

Tang Jingci walked out of the inside with her wet hands, took out a tissue from her bag, and slowly wiped her hands.

When a man passes before him.

Qiao Xiyan leaned forward slightly against the wall, stood up straight, reached out to hold her wrist, and pulled her.

His palms were strong and dry, and his palms were warm, while her arms were cold and soft, and they were not worthy of grip.

When Qiao Xiyan was a child, she held Song Fengwan's hand and walked through the streets and alleys. At that time, she felt that her hands were soft, but not very big. At this time, she felt that Tang Jingci's whole body was incredibly soft...

It's so tender that it makes people want to take a bite.

"Smoke again?" Tang Jingci frowned.

Qiao Xiyan was holding a cigarette in her mouth and holding her hand, looking at her condescendingly.

Lazy and casual, even a little careless, Tang Jingci approached him slightly, took off the cigarette he held against his mouth, and placed it directly on his lips.

She wanted to know, what magic does this thing really have?

She had never smoked a cigarette, and suddenly took a suck. She sucked too hard. The strong and choking smell instantly filled her mouth, and then poured into her nasal and lungs, irritating her to cough violently and her tears were about to squeeze out.

Josie Yan smiled softly, pulled the cigarette from her hand, pinched it out in the trash can, reached out to hold her waist, and gently patted her back with the other hand, "Are you more comfortable?"

"Cough cough" Tang Jingci coughed violently, and the smell was too irritating. It took a long time to feel more comfortable.

"Are you better?" Qiao Xiyan's lips were filled with a rare smile.

"Well." Tang Jingci had water vapor in her eyes.

Josie extended her hand and rubbed her head, pressing the person in her arms, and the voice pressed against her ears, "You amazed me tonight..."

In fact, Tang Jingci thought of many words and asked him.

After being rubbed and hugged by him, his body became weak and his temper naturally couldn't become hard.

"Many people want to know who is better at technicians in the two of us."

"I want to know, why don't we make an appointment to try another day?"

"Since you don't shake your knife, why did I look at it before..." Qiao Xiyan gently pinched her earlobe with her fingers. His fingertips were covered with calluses, which made her ears hurt.

Tang Jingci's ear roots gradually turned red and she didn't say anything.

Josieyan attached to her ear and said, successfully making someone's whole body start to heat up.

After returning to the private room, Tang Jingci's body remained hot and her little face was still flushed.

"Xiao Ci, is it okay?" the female professor next to him asked with concern.

"It's okay." Tang Jingci smiled angrily, and drank a glass of wine to suppress her shock.

When this man first met, it was obviously not like this. Now, why do he dare to say all kinds of sluts? What did he say:

Technology is a thing that needs to be done before you get into bed. Let’s try it when you go home tonight?
Chapter completed!