Classmate is Not a Demon

Qu Mozhang subconsciously said such a sentence, and found that Lin Qinghan hadn't spoken over there, and suddenly wanted to laugh.

"Have you taken care of it over there? Nothing happened, right?"

Lin Qinghan went back to the office and put down the files: "It's okay. Although some people are dissatisfied, nothing can be changed. I have handled everything, so don't worry."

"That's good. Now Jingtai is a mess. I'm afraid you will be busy. I have already contacted them one by one. No company will target Jingtai anymore. I will arrange for the divestment of several projects and reinvest immediately. , Qiansheng and Jingtai’s cooperation can be discussed.” Qu Mozhang analyzed and said one by one very seriously.

Lin Qinghan felt very strange when she heard it. As far as Qu Mozhan said, it seemed that Jingtai's prosperity and decline were all used by Qu Mozhan to coax her.

"Okay, it's up to you."

After confirming that Lin Qinghan was okay, Qu Mozang went back.

Although Jingtai was in chaos, Lin Qinghan knew its problems well, and the employees who had left after learning that Lin Qinghan had returned, all had no intention of leaving the job and returned. As for the people in the company who used the corpse-bit vegetarian food for personal gain, it happened to be cleared out this time.

After a period of time, the companies that canceled their cooperation with Jingtai turned back one after another, so it was basically within half a month that Lin Qinghan stabilized the situation in Jingtai, and the plummeting stocks began to rise.

Everything is starting to go on the right track. After Kong Yixiang took care of Zhou Siqin and Zhou Botao's affairs, he went abroad to relax.

Although Zhou Botao was sent to prison by Lin Qinghan, although it was not stated clearly, Zhou Wenqi and Zhou Wenchang knew well that after announcing Lin Qinghan as president at the first day of the shareholders' meeting, the eyes of the two were about to poke Lin Qinghan out of the hole.

Although Lin Qinghan hated Zhou Wenqi, he did not deliberately embarrass them. Zhou Botao's shares were used to compensate the fines, and the rest were transferred to their brothers and sisters, although only a little bit would make them livelier.

After the matter was settled, the two of them relaxed completely. Except for busy work, they couldn't stay together all the time. They basically got along with each other tenderly and sweetly after work.

Because Lin Qinghan is busy, the house has not been cleaned up. This is their own private den. When Lin Qinghan is a little free, the two are ready to have a big cleaning.

In Yanjing City, it has been rainy recently, and finally it was out of the sun. They prepared to dry the quilt and books.

Because the area of ​​the home is not large, Qu Mozang and Lin Qinghan didn't plan to invite an aunt. Remove the bedding in the living room and bedroom, Lin Qinghan took it and put it in the washing machine, and then wiped the house with Qu Mozhen.

Although the place is not big, the two of them were a little tired after a circle. Watching Qu Mozhen wipe his forehead, Lin Qinghan said warmly: "You're tired, I'll just drag the ground. You go and clean up the study. You need to dry it. We have to sort things out and we will move out together after we drag the ground."

Qu Mozhan looked at the ground and hesitated, but after another thought, it was not easy to move things. She did a little bit first and it was better, so she nodded.

Lin Qinghan dragged the floors of the two bedrooms and the living room outside, and Qu Mozang carefully moved the books on the shelf of the study. There is a balcony in the study room with mats. She did not listen to Lin Qinghan and moved the book out. After a few busy schedules, Lin Qinghan poked her head in: "Don't move anymore. Wait for me. The book is heavy."

Qu Mozhang smiled: "Well, I won't move, I will tidy up the bookcase."

In addition to the bookshelves in the study, there are desks and bookcases arranged by Lin Qinghan, which contain some documents and books that are not commonly used. She cleaned out the books and documents in every drawer, and cleaned out the dust in the drawers.

When she cleared a cabinet under the desk, she was slightly stunned. A box was placed in the cabinet under a pile of documents. After she took out the documents, she moved the box out.

The box was made of wood, and Qu Mozhen opened the lid of the box, and suddenly his eyes widened slightly. She held the position of opening the lid with her hand for a long time, and it seemed that the contents inside shocked her.

I don't know how long it took Qu Mozhan to gently lower the lid, and her right hand stretched in anxiously. When she took out a stack of things, her hand even shook slightly.

She stared at the sketch paper in her hand. The top one was a sketch portrait. She simply used a pencil to outline the lines to make the figures lifelike. The emotions between the eyebrows and the subtle expressions on the face were all on the paper. The person in the painting has long hair tied into a ball head, standing in front of the sink, holding a handful of greens in his hand and washing it in front of the faucet. Only a few strands of broken hair fell, so she turned her head slightly to rub away the fallen hair.

Qu Mozhan looked at the hot water in his eyes but wanted to laugh a little. The picture above shows that she was helping Lin Qinghan wash the vegetables in the kitchen a few days ago. At that time, because her hair was in the way, she tilted her head and rubbed her head several times. In the end, Lin Qinghan smiled while staring at her and put it behind her ears, but Lin Qinghan didn't expect to be drawn by Lin Qinghan.

She took the first page away carefully, the next one was the news that the corners of her eyebrows were satisfied while holding a bowl of chicken soup. Qu Mozhen couldn't help but laugh.

She looked at one by one, with a thick pile of herself in her hands, and she drew the dates according to time.

Various scenes, various expressions, and the style of a painting is very dark, with heavy snow under the dim street lamp, and a person squatting in the snow. Qu Mozhang's fingers gently stroked the wrinkled paper, his eyes were a little sore.

She clearly saw the dripping tears on it, and Lin Qinghan cried.

She took a deep breath and turned over this one. There are many scenes that she didn't realize in the back. In the painting, she laughed or angered, or was angry, and every one of them could tell that the painter was engaged. Emotions and intentions.

She looked like this and seemed to feel that all the past of her and Lin Qinghan were turning over in front of her eyes, and everything seemed to be the same as yesterday.

Turning to the three years after she went abroad, many of them were without background, and it can be seen that they were all imagined by Lin Qinghan.

Qu Mozhang completely forgot what he was going to do. He was completely immersed in the painting. The painting has accumulated a lot, and some traces have faded. It almost recorded them from the acquaintance to the present.

So many paintings are outlined with lines, without any color, only two paintings have been colored. Qu Moju looked at the first one, tears filled his eyes suddenly falling.

This is the only painting where two people appear. A girl in a white sweater is riding a bicycle. Behind the bicycle, a girl in school uniform looks a little embarrassed sitting in the back seat, holding the waist of the girl in front of her with her hands a little nervous. , Peeked her head slightly and looked at the girl in front of her.

In the distance, the setting sun was as red as a fire, and the golden sunlight fell on them. The girl in front of her had tender eyebrows and a slight smile. The girl who looked at her seemed to have a ray of light in her eyes.

The color of this painting is very warm and gorgeous, and it looks very beautiful. Qu Mozang cried and laughed while covering his mouth.

She had never imagined such a scene, and never knew she looked so good in the eyes of Lin Qinghan.

Reaching out and taking out the painting with the same background color below, the tears in Qu Moqi's eyes instantly congealed, and then his entire face was flushed with blood.

The color used in the picture is very bold, and the big red bed sheets are laid out on the picture in front of them, making the bare skin on it more and more white. The posture of the person lying on the bed in the picture is extremely sultry, only the red bed sheet looms over the key parts, the face is boundless, and the head is slightly tilted up, the eyes seem to be bursting with spring water, fascinating, the sharp contrast between red and white makes people Blood spurts.

Qu Mozhan was moved by the fragments of this painting, she bit her lip slightly and did not dare to look at herself like this. This person is really thinking about what is in his head, it is really embarrassing to draw such a private photo.

She squinted at the time of the signing, it seems that she painted it after she was asked for it all night after she was discharged from the hospital.

There was a sound from outside the door, Qu Mozang subconsciously put away the painting, but took out too much, she had no time to hide this "porn photos".

Lin Qinghan came in and shouted: "Mo Zang, I..." Seeing the box on the table and a stack of sketch papers, he was stunned at the door.

Qu Mozang saw her face from stunned to embarrassed, her ears were red. She paused for a long time and finally walked over as if nothing had happened, and coughed slightly, "Are you finished?"

The original touch was once again fermented when she saw the person with cold brows and cold eyes in front of her. The picture she just flipped through kept tumbling in her mind. She looked at Lin Qinghan like this, and at the same time wondered what kind of mentality Lin Qinghan used to paint her , There are even so many times when she refuses to agree to be with her.

She walked gently in front of Lin Qinghan, and then hugged the person tightly in her arms: "You secretly painted so many that I didn't show it to me?"

Lin Qinghan laughed softly when she heard the cry in her voice: "When I was painting, I never thought that I could be with you. Later, when I was together, when you were away or when you were asleep, I couldn’t bear it. I want to paint as soon as I live. I think it’s weird, so I didn’t... I didn’t dare to show it to you."

Qu Mozhan couldn't suppress the emotions in his heart: "You did it on purpose, do you know that when I saw it, my heart..."

She couldn't go on, and she hugged Lin Qinghan directly and pressed the person onto the bookshelf, with her hand on the back of her head, and kissed directly.

Her kiss was a bit urgent, but full of affection and lingering, and the tip of her tongue was gently pushed away, and the feeling of wetness filled her lips and teeth.

Lin Qinghan's eyes closed slightly, and in accordance with Qu Moqi's movements, the two kissed deeper and deeper. Qu Moqi's tongue lowered her upper jaw and rubbed it a little bit, and the breathing became heavier and heavier. Lin Qinghan couldn't help but lower. Snorted.

Qu Mozhang kissed the person so much, and then slowly rubbed her hand against her waist, and said in a low voice, "When you drew that big red bed photo, what were you thinking about? You are a little bored. Sao."

Lin Qinghan buzzed his head, suddenly raised his head, and the blush that had just retreated suddenly struck again. Seeing her blushing, her eyes moist and glaring, she looked at herself in a daze, and suddenly she was back to the way they were when they were acquainted with each other, so cute and delicious.

Qu Mozhen felt that her wretched heart could no longer be suppressed.

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