Goblin Goblin: Don't flirt, the villain is blackening

Chapter 435 The deep female Sea King vs. the robot junior 34

Quan Jiu seriously doubted that Xiao Tuo would explode like a gas tank if she got into his car now.

After weighing the pros and cons, she decisively put away the car keys, opened the passenger door of the Volkswagen and got in. Her movements were smooth and she was free of mud and water.

Xiao Tuo's complexion improved slightly.

Quan Jiu took advantage of the victory and touched his belly: "Junior, should I treat you to dinner?"

Xiao Tuoping looked ahead and started the vehicle with an indifferent attitude: "Yeah."

Quan Jiu scraped the tip of his tongue against his teeth and pursed his lips:

"What do you like to eat?"

Xiao Tuo: "Whatever."

Quan Jiu: “…”

She suddenly thought of an ancient TV series "My Tsundere Girlfriend".

If a woman says she is not angry, she does not necessarily mean she is not angry. If a woman says it is casual, she must be angry.

She tightened her fists and resisted the urge to strangle Xiao Tuo: "Then let's eat Thai food."

Xiao Tuo: "Yeah."

During the meal, the young man still had a lukewarm attitude. Quan Jiu served him food attentively, and the temperature around Xiao Tuo gradually rose.

Quan Jiu squinted his eyes happily, and finally discovered the benefit of his little brother——

His temper comes and goes quickly, and he is particularly easy to coax.

In order to further coax her fried-haired dog brother, she couldn't help but seek help from 001:

"Brother, what gift do you think I should give him?"

001: "Give him a scale."

Quan Jiu: “??”

001: "Let him know how much he weighs."

Quan Jiu: “…”

She was speechless for a moment, took out her mobile phone from her pocket, and sent a message to Zhu Wei.

[Xiao Mengmeng: Big brother, let me ask you something, what does Xiao Tuo like? 】

After receiving the message, Zhu Wei typed the word "you" in the input box and slowly deleted it.

[Zhu Wei: Do you want to give him a gift? 】

He is really not sour!!

[Little Mengmeng: I accidentally did something wrong and made him angry]

Zhu Wei gritted his teeth: "Xiao Tuozhen is not moral at all, how could a goddess do something wrong?"

There are thousands of mistakes, and that's Xiao Tuo's fault as well.

[Zhu Wei: He likes painting, you can give him a set of brushes]

[Xiao Mengmeng: Thanks brother, I’ll treat you to dinner another day]

…

Quan Jiu is a man of action. After dinner, he bought a set of valuable imported paints and brushes before the supermarket closed at 11 o'clock on September.

"Take what I gave you."

She handed the packaging box to Xiao Tuo.

This small set of paints actually cost her more than half a month's salary.

Xiao Tuo's face softened slightly: "A gift?"

Quanjiu nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "It was my fault to lie to you. If I lie to you again, I will be a dog."

Woof!!

Xiao Tuo pursed his thin lips tightly: "If you go somewhere with me again, I will forgive you."

Quan Jiu: "Where to go?"

"A place where I can know whether the gift you gave me is good or not."

………

Western University, Academy of Fine Arts.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the door of the college building seems to be locked, but when you push it gently, you will find that the iron chain is only wrapped around the door a few times, and the door lock is not closed.

The two entered the Academy of Fine Arts in the dark, and Quan Jiu used his mobile phone flashlight to illuminate the way around them.

"You are a student from the Institute of Physical Education, but you are so familiar with the Academy of Fine Arts?"

He even knows that the door is unlocked.

Xiao Tuo: "When I have free time, I will come over and paint for a while."

He was familiar with the road and led Quan Jiu into an empty studio. A dozen drawing boards were scattered in the classroom. On the drawing papers, there were half-finished products and outlines drawn with just a few strokes.

"You sit here."

Xiao Tuo pointed to the bench in front of the easel.

Quan Jiu was surprised: "You want me to be your model?"

Xiao Tuo: "Not willing?"

Quan Jiu pointed to the dark classroom: "No, it's so dark, are you sure you can see?"

"Just wait a moment."

Xiao Tuo suddenly walked to the corner, dug out a handful of candles from a pile of gouache paint, took out a lighter and lit eight of them.

He placed the candles around the wine, opened the windows in the classroom, and the moonlight slanted into the room unbridled, meeting the dim candlelight directly.

The pitch-black classroom, where one couldn't even see his fingers, suddenly had beams of light. Quan Jiu used the dim light to see clearly Xiao Tuo's profile, which was as deep as a sculpture.

A beam of bright moonlight happened to fall on the drawing board, and the snow-white rice paper shone like a crescent moon.

"I can see clearly now."

Xiao Tuo returned to the easel and began to adjust the paint.

Quan Jiu sat on the stool honestly: "Why are there candles in the studio?"

Xiao Tuo: "Most art students have self-righteous romantic quirks. They may get up at three in the morning just to look at the moon for a while. They may suddenly be inspired in the middle of the night and run back to the studio from the dormitory to paint all night because they are afraid of being patrolled.

The security guard found out that he didn't dare to turn on the lights, so someone prepared a lot of candles."

Of course, some people don't want to turn on the lights.

Painting alone by the window under the candlelight and dim shadows of the moon. Such a poetic and picturesque scene will give these weirdos some spiritual solace and inspiration.

Quan Jiu tilted his head: "Would you do the same?"

It sounds very unreliable to suddenly drag her into the studio alone in the middle of the night.

Xiao Tuo looked at her deeply: "I've never been like this."

You are the exception tonight.

The campus is either big or small. In the past two years, he had actually seen her several times inside and outside the school.

But they are all different from her tonight.

In the past, Quan Jiu was a student and wore comfortable dresses and T-shirts most of the time. But now, in order to blend in with the Han Group, she wears a pair of five-centimeter high heels with her calves upward, and is wearing a well-tailored white-collar formal suit.

The black skirt that reached to her knees perfectly hugged her curves, revealing her slender waist.

Further up, there is a burgundy velvet V-neck shirt. The neckline is tied into a slightly hanging bow with two long straps of the same material.

This whole outfit is intellectually elegant, mature yet charming.

Quan Jiu has a hot and gorgeous appearance, with long wavy curly hair hanging on the back of her head, and paired with this white-collar outfit full of asceticism, she is sultry and sexy.

Outside the window, the cold white moonlight slit across her face, making her exquisite and beautiful facial features half bathed in the moonlight, half hidden in the darkness, half like a holy angel of pure desire, and half like a fallen succubus harboring evil intentions.

Xiao Tuo looked at her as if he was admiring a perfect piece of art.

The paints in his hands were already mixed, and he slowly picked up the pen, and the layers of colors spread out on the paper.

When he came to the part of the succubus, he stared at the drawing paper, then looked at Quan Jiu, his eyebrows slightly twisted, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly spoke.

"Take off your high heels."

Quan Jiu licked his lips, kicked off his high heels, and the woman's snow-white feet landed lightly on the ground. Her body leaned against the back of the chair, her legs folded together, looking lazy and comfortable.

Xiao Tuo narrowed his black eyes, stood up suddenly, and walked slowly towards her.

The boy's slender white fingertips fell on her bow tie.

(End of chapter)