The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

   Chapter 324 Professor Antique's Belated Rebellion Period 28

   "What's the matter, Yuanyuan?" Zhao Yuxuan asked casually.

   "Did you use my sunscreen again?"

   "No, did someone else use it?" Zhao Yuxuan asked worriedly, "Maybe someone in the bedroom accidentally took it."

   She secretly rejoiced that she had put away the sunscreen...

   "Aren't you going home?" Hu Yuanyuan looked at Zhao Yuxuan with two eyes.

   Zhao Yuxuan said the answer he had thought of for a long time: "I will go back later and wait for someone to pick me up."

   "Yo." Hu Yuanyuan said nothing.

   He Yun silently closed the curtain and hugged her knees with both hands.

   Ji Ning'an packed her things by herself, her movements were neat and tidy, she carried a bag and walked out without saying hello to them.

  Professor Ji was waiting for her downstairs: "Dad drove the car, let's go home together. There is a surprise for you tomorrow!"

   "It's okay not to be frightened." Ji Ning'an said intimately.

  Hu Yuanyuan didn't leave the school until nearly twelve o'clock. Manager Hu was busy with work, and the driver at home came to pick her up.

   "Busy, busy all day long!" Hu Yuanyuan pouted and said in disgust, "You wait here, I'll stroll around the neighborhood first, I'm starving to death."

  There is a long snack street near Beijing University. The business is booming. Many students visit every day, especially during the holidays.

  Hu Yuanyuan bought octopus **** and walked on the street. There were quite a lot of people around, and it was already crowded.

   Behind her, silently stretched out a pair of hands——

   And she didn't notice.

  …

   On the first day of going home from vacation, Ji Ningan slept darkly and turned off all the alarms.

   She had a dream.

   And the protagonist in the dream is someone she never expected.

   In my dream, it was three or four o'clock in the middle of the night, the studio was empty and cold, the light was dim and low, there was a huge easel in the most central position, and someone was sitting on the stool in front of the easel, holding a paintbrush.

   is just a back figure, which evokes people's infinite reverie in the dark.

   There was no sound in the studio, it was silent to death.

   In the dream, the girl walked to the man step by step, and finally saw the work on the huge canvas.

   That on top—it was her drawn!

   Under the brush full of artistry and unknown, the silhouette of the girl gradually takes shape...

  In the oil paintings with strong visual impact, there are late nights, roses, and beauties.

  The sky with deep ink, the manor of roses, and the intense red of tea millet, the atmosphere is full, quiet and beautiful, as if it contains infinite hidden power, you need to taste it slowly to taste the aftertaste.

   The most eye-catching existence in the picture is a girl, half-lying beside a tree with her eyes closed, falling into a deep sleep, like a sleeping beauty in a fairy tale world.

   There are roses all over her body, and her long black and messy hair like seaweed reflects her snow-white skin, like the beginning of a thrilling feast.

She was wearing a gorgeous royal aristocratic dress that could only be found in ancient centuries. The skirt was winding on the ground and covered with red rose petals. When the night wind blew, it lifted a few floating petals, rolling and flying all over the ground, blending into the flowers. Sea……

  The slender waist is tied with a loose cloud belt, and as long as it is pulled, it will fall directly from the body. The mysterious and invisible huge attraction makes people can't help prying, and those who look at the painting can't wait to stretch out their hands.

   The hand holding the brush is still painting, the soul of oil painting is vividly interpreted.

  Under the moonlight, the waves gently beat the roses, the salty seawater taste and the fragrant rose fragrance blend together, a gust of night wind blows, and the roses planted in the manor are layered and beautiful.

  The long hair like algae is spread under the body, and the girl's body is growing with roses.

  The final brush fell on the girl's blank facial features.

  In the empty studio, the back of the man was quiet and lonely, and only the rustling of the brush was left.

   Ji Ning'an opened her brown eyes slightly, looking at the person in the painting.

  The man has left the last stroke, the hand holding the paintbrush has slender and distinct fingers, he put down the paintbrush and admired the artwork.

   She was lying in the rose, her consciousness was not awake, she fell into a decadent dream, her face was delicate and not like a real person, the expression on her face was sinking, and there was an infinite charm in the hazy.

   Butterfly Wings perched on her eyelashes, the end of her eyes was a light blush, with crystal tears falling, her soft red lips bit a rose.

  The fiery red roses and the snow-white skin grow entangled with each other, colliding with the most crimson colors in the world.

   Just a glance, it makes people blush.

   The person who painted this picture has no expression on his face, sinking in the shadows, seemingly indifferent and indifferent.

   The person standing next to the man, whether ashamed or annoyed, raised his hand to take away the brush in his hand, but was pulled directly into his arms, in a completely passive and controlling posture.

  In the studio with no one around, he pinched her waist with one hand, his thin lips approached her ear, and asked her.

"Like it?"

The voice was like strong wine and ice, which made people tremble all over, especially at such a close distance, the girl supported his shoulders in panic, and through the thin white shirt, she could feel the hardness of his shoulder bones, trembling Eyelashes looked up at him.

   It was three o'clock in the morning outside the window, and it was very dark. He stared at her, his eyes were deep and dark, very aggressive, and would tear people to pieces at any time.

   actually left the girl completely blank and forgot to respond.

  …

  The sun rises from the horizon, rendering a touch of golden color. The green plants in the community are beautiful and vibrant. The old people who come back from shopping in twos and threes are complaining about the rising prices of vegetables, and the hurried office workers are rushing to the subway.

  The snow-white tulle curtain was lifted by the wind, like the skirt of her daughter's house, dancing in the air, the sunlight slipped in through the transparent glass window, and there were a few flowers and plants on the windowsill.

   A clock hanging on the wall, the hour hand points to ten o'clock.

   Ji Ning'an suddenly woke up from the dream, sat up straight, and unknowingly broke out in a cold sweat!

   His heart was still beating violently, as if he had just finished running 1,500 meters.

   The snow-white slender fingers clenched tightly, still not enough to calm the feeling brought by the dream.

  The residual touch in the dream seems to be close at hand, and the deep and dark eyes seem to have flames ups and downs, burning out the ice cubes, making the whole person begin to melt, and the scalp is numb.

   What the **** was she dreaming about!

   Ji Ning'an almost collapsed, and his brain continued to be in a state of non-operation.

   "Lingling, get up!" Someone shouted outside.

  She stood up sluggishly, stepped on her slippers, and opened the door like that: "Dad—"

The voice that    just shouted out, fell into the air and was clearly audible.

   She met a pair of sharp and cool eyes without warning.

   Four eyes are facing each other.

"what--"

   Immediately afterwards, with a bang, the door was slammed shut, Ji Ning'an clutched her heart in disbelief.

  Why is she still dreaming?

   hallucinations, must be hallucinations.

   She comforted herself like this, holding the doorknob with one hand, and tentatively opened the door again, her beautiful tea eyes looked out like a rabbit.

   (end of this chapter)