God, don't be so arrogant

Chapter 71
Ji Lingfeng suppressed his anger, took a few deep breaths, and when he moved his gaze, the slender waist covered by the red gauze was faintly visible.

There was a wave of hot air, and when I closed my eyes, I could think of the touch of the slender waist in his palm, and I felt a little more comfortable thinking of this.

Further up, there is her blooming chest and beautiful figure. Ji Lingfeng's whole body tightened, her snow-white jade neck remained motionless, and her ruddy lips were tightly pressed.

Thinking of how beautiful she is, there is still a stupid boy peeping, and there is an artist who does not know whether he is a man or a woman is painting, Ji Lingfeng's sanity collapsed in an instant, and he ran to Java country in a flash.

Knowing that she was safe and sound, Ji Lingfeng's heart was temporarily relieved, but seeing that she sacrificed so much for a painting, Ji Lingfeng was as depressed as if he had eaten a disgusting fly.

In his heart, he clearly wanted to go straight over and pull her out of the door, but he was so angry that he couldn't move his feet. In the end, he punched the wall angrily, until the pain came, and Ji Lingfeng faintly suppressed the urge to beat someone.

"She must have her reasons for paying so much. If this time passes, all her efforts will be in vain."

"Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive."

"Don't be angry!"

"Be calm! Be calm!"

The voice hovered for a long time before Ji Lingfeng withdrew his fist.

Ji Lingfeng thought viciously, I'm just standing here, let's see when she will find me, if it takes more than 10 minutes.

No, as long as it takes more than 1 minute, I will go in and take her away, and I will beat up that blind boy with no eyes and that painter who doesn't know his gender.

To actually dare to lure and abduct my woman to become a pornographic model, I really have the courage to go to heaven.

Then I will reluctantly send him a ride, and send him directly to the west.

Ningxia was very nervous when she first sat down. After all, a girl of seventeen or eighteen, although she is keen on art in her heart, she still feels a little nervous when she actually does it.

Ning Xia tried several times with her eyes closed, and finally calmed down.

Looking at the quiet curtain all the time, I recalled every bit of Su Wenhao over and over again in my mind, his thoughtfulness, his gentleness, his indifference, and his ruthlessness.

Undoubtedly it was a sharp sword, piercing her heart fiercely.

The more Ningxia thinks about it, the more it hurts, and the more it hurts, the more she thinks about it.

Sometimes, people are like this, obviously very urgently hope that someone can dig out from the bottom of their hearts, so as to avoid involuntary distress whenever they think of it.

But it’s hard to make up your mind, and it’s even harder when you’re going to plan. Even a slight movement of your fingers hurts, the kind of pain that’s so painful that it’s hard to breathe.

For Ningxia, Su Wenhao is the kind of tumor that won't fall off his wrist.

I always hoped that the tumor was benign, and it would be fine if I gritted my teeth and cut it, but it was only at the moment when I did it that I realized that it was so difficult to move a benign tumor.

The expression in Ning Xia's eyes changed again and again, Yu Tian was addicted to the painting, and the painting became more and more comfortable.

He has never met a woman who is so predestined with painting. She just started from scratch, but she portrays the heroine's life in detail.

Such an intelligent woman is really rare, but what she sees more is longing and reluctance, and lacks a little bit of relief after enlightenment, but isn't this exactly the result I want?

Yu Tian only feels that the more he paints, the more passionate he becomes, and the more he paints, the more refreshed he feels. The painting on the drawing board has taken shape, especially the eyes are the most vivid.

(End of this chapter)