C167 He Is Indeed a Pervert

Yi Xiaomi still did not know that she was being remembered by a certain man. She was seriously holding a pencil and quickly lining up on the paper. Xia Yan stood behind her, her soft brown hair cascading down like a waterfall. Her light brown eyes did not have a trace of warmth.

"Lower the brush a little more, pay attention to the hand gestures. The middle ends are thick and thin, the speed must be fast..."

Beads of sweat appeared on Yi Xiaomi's forehead, but her hands did not reduce her strength at all. Every time she withdrew the brush, it would follow the same pattern.

If it was in the past, she would definitely have unhappily piled up the brush in her hands and would not be able to dry it anymore. As willful as she was, but now, she understood even more. She cherished everything that she had. When the darkness was in pain, she just had to endure it and it would pass.

"Yes, that's right. Keep it up. Your task today, "Xia Yan's beautiful eyes slightly raised as she pointed to a pile of special drawing papers in the corner of the wall." After you finish drawing these, you can go out of school. "

Looking at the drawing papers at the corner of the wall, Yi Xiaomi's mouth twitched. But she still did not say anything and just lowered her head. She continued to move her hands. Her favorite line was the sentence in Mo Bosang's Life. A person's weakness and strength were beyond one's imagination. Sometimes... Sometimes, I would be so fragile that I would have tears streaming down my face. Sometimes, I would also find out that I gritted my teeth and walked a long way.

Yi Xiaomi, do your best. You can definitely do it!

Outside the school gate, a luxurious and expensive car was bathing in the sunlight. It emitted a faint fragrance, a unique scent. The color was warm, the skin of the metal car was colorful, and the interior of the luxurious car was decorated. It was a high-quality, high-quality car with fuel...

One... His slender fingers trembled and the burnt ashes fell outside the window.

Shang Moze's deep eyes stared at the people coming and going at the school gate. Even though he knew that he would see Yi Xiaomi's disgusted eyes, he still couldn't help but come here...

He opened the door and stepped out of the door with the exquisite high-rank men's leather shoes. Shang Moze leaned on the car and took a deep breath. He then spat out white smoke. His movements were handsome and elegant, attracting the attention of all the girls around him.

"Who is that man? Why is he so handsome?"

"I don't know. I've never seen him before. Is he here to pick up a girlfriend?" "Liar. He looks like a successful man. How can a girlfriend be a college student?"

"I want a phone number. He's so handsome. Maybe I'll have a chance!"

Shang Moze did not know that he had caused a scene of love. The cigarette in his hand had burned out. He slowly threw it on the ground and was crushed by the soles of his shoes.

Yi Xiaomi, Yi Xiaomi, after coming out of the South Peace International, it was as if he had been poisoned by a Gu. There were only these three words in his head. Then, as if he had been possessed, he drove all the way here.

A group of bold women surrounded him. "Handsome, can you give me your contact details?" "Yes, yes, Handsome, you are really handsome. Can you leave your phone number?"

The chattering sounds were like sparrows. Shang Moze slowly raised his eyes. His eyes were deep and dark as he coldly said, "Get lost!"

Raising his straight long legs, Shang Moze walked while looking at the watch on his wrist. It was already so late. Yi Xiaomi was unwilling to come out and go home because she wanted to avoid him.

Her slender and delicate fingers gently touched the unique and luxurious watch on her left wrist. This was the watch that Luocheng had previously used. Yi Xiaomi tried to think of ways to take it back, but he still took it for himself.

To Shang Moze, this kind of branded watch was just a random brand. If he wanted it, all kinds of limited edition watches in the world would be sent to him in a basket.

It was only because this watch occupied a part of Yi Xiaomi's heart. Wearing this watch, he seemed to have occupied a part of Yi Xiaomi's heart.

When he came to the classroom door, Shang Moze had thought of many scenarios. When Yi Xiaomi saw him, she would brush past him in disgust, or coldly look at his stubbornness as usual.

However, Yi Xiaomi did not see him at all.

Shang Moze stood behind Yi Xiaomi and watched as her hands moved quickly and attentively as she drew stroke after stroke on the snow white paper. Beside the table, there was a stack of paper filled with regular lines.

Yi Xiaomi's entire heart was placed on the practice lines and almost forgot herself. She did not realize that there was another person behind her.

The sky outside was illuminated by a fiery red glow. The blood red setting sun also dyed the lush trees and the back of the woman in front of her.

With a slight smile, Shang Moze quietly sat by the side, and carefully sized up Yi Xiaomi's serious side profile. One had to say that the serious Yi Xiaomi had a different charm. That kind of focused expression on her face was practically teaching people how to move their eyes away.

He suddenly remembered the first time he met Yi Xiaomi. This woman was quietly sitting in the shadows playing the piano. The expression on her face was like worshipping a devout believer of God. It was so beautiful that it made people's heart palpitate.

Could it be that at that time, he was already tempted?

"Finally finished painting!" Yi Xiaomi straightened her arms and closed her eyes. Her soft lips opened slightly, but the words she said made people want to laugh, "Yi Xiaomi, I really love you too much. Go back and eat an ice cream to reward you!"

The corner of Shang Moze's mouth slightly curved. He hugged Yi Xiaomi's slim waist from behind. He did not know that this woman was like this when she was alone!

A pair of big hands appeared on her waist and Yi Xiaomi's body froze. Damn, who actually dared to harass her in school? Turning around and giving a roundhouse kick - this kick was a full 100% use. Even if it was not internal injuries, it was definitely external injuries!

With a flash to the side, the man's indifferent voice echoed in the quiet classroom, "You want to kill your husband?"

But he could no longer withdraw his kick. The wooden table made a frightening sound as it collided with the wooden table. Then, the sturdy wooden table actually began to crack from the middle and suddenly fell to the ground.

"Shang Moze! Are you a ghost? You can't even make a sound when you walk!" A terrifying lion's roar filled the entire classroom. Yi Xiaomi fiercely twisted the man's vigorous waist, "You made me think that you are a pervert!"

With a strong arm, Yi Xiaomi's feet unconsciously pounced into the man's warm embrace. Shang Moze lowered his head and gently bit her round earlobe. His voice was ambiguous and magnetic. "You are not mistaken. I am indeed a pervert!"

Glancing at a table on the floor that had been destroyed, the man's dark eyes slightly tightened. If it wasn't for his quick evasion, he would probably be the one who was scrapped! Yi Xiaomi, this damn woman, these moves were so fierce and overbearing. Just who did she learn them from?

Looking at the already broken table, Shang Moze pursed his lips. Should he consider his own safety...