Run Away from My Honey a Thousand Times

"You, you... me, me, just want to ask why you painted me?" Her words were a little incoherent.

God, save her nympho, why would anyone smile so softly and fascinatingly? Wouldn't this man really be an inviolable angelic spirit?

He opened the door, and she seemed to have done something wrong, panicking, and the smile on his face couldn't help being brighter.

Mu Xiaotong was fascinated by his smile. His skin was white and transparent and bloodless, and the facial features of the mixed race had long eyelashes. They trembled, even his dark eyes were transparent. With a smile.

His smile was as sacred and pure as an angel, like a beauty that was not easy to show. This moment made Mu Xiaotong's brain freeze. She wanted to say that even the smile of this man could reveal a breath of calmness.

Is this really a person?

Suddenly he picked up a piece of drawing paper and handed it to her, and Mu Xiaotong took it in a daze, then lowered his head and took a look, suddenly opened his eyes slightly, and looked up at him with some sorrow.

"You...I don't know, sorry, I didn't mean it." She blushed and scratched her hair in embarrassment. "I don't know you can't talk."

It says on this drawing paper, I can’t speak.

He turned out to be dumb, and Mu Xiaotong felt it was a pity that the man deliberately avoided her sight. He didn't want to see the sympathy of others, especially her.

He walked directly into the room, not knowing what he was playing, Mu Xiaotong stood at the door, and no longer had the arrogance he had before. She originally thought he was a proud and arrogant person who did not want to say a word to her, and planned to pester him.

However, it turned out that she had a hidden illness, and Mu Xiaotong immediately felt that she was not a human being, and she actually bullied him like this.

"Even if you are dumb, you don't need to be inferior. You look so beautiful." She tried to calm his mind.

But as soon as the words were spoken, Mu Xiaotong felt that saying this seemed not convincing enough.

"Your paintings are very good, and you have the potential to be a great painter. By the way, you can be a model. You don't need to speak up when you work. You have a good temperament and a good image. In fact, some people's twittering all day is too meaningless. That's fine." She kept talking, very noisy.

Finally, he handed a plate of buns to her, and Mu Xiaotong shut up.

She looked at the smiling man in front of her, then looked at the steamed bun in her hand, and immediately went ashamed to the loess.

"I'm sorry, I know I'm quite meaningless, hey!" She found a place to sit down on her own. She was indeed hungry, and she was not polite to him. She muttered while chewing on the buns.

The man fixedly looked at her, Mu Xiaotong puffed up, his eyes seemed to be looking at an interesting animal, and she was a little embarrassed by him.

After finally gnawing four buns, he took a sip of water before hesitating to speak.

"What's your name?" She asked, and her eyes motioned for him to write it down, but the man's eyes darkened and shook his head.

He didn't want to tell her name.

Mu Xiaotong was a little bit disappointed, but let it go if she was unwilling.

"Did you know me before? Why did you paint me?" She continued, her eyes burning even more.

He still shook his head, but this time Mu Xiaotong clearly saw the crimson on his white face, which seemed a little embarrassing.

She raised her eyebrows amusedly, and moved closer to him, "My name is Mu Xiaotong, I live in the center of A. The painting you painted last time was stolen and framed by me." She smiled wickedly, generously. recognition.

"You are not like the people in this village. Ling Tian International opened that day. Are you also a guest? You painted me when you saw me smiling wickedly. You like to paint me, I'm OK to accept it, but... …"

Mu Xiaotong's gaze became even more treacherous, and she stretched out her small hand and placed it directly in front of his face, "Give me money! I'll be your model, and you can give me one hundred and eighty thousand if you want to."

Snapped!

Mu Xiaotong stared at the bank card in her hand and looked up at the man who was still smiling in astonishment. Although he didn't speak, Mu Xiaotong knew that he meant it was the money he gave her.

Hey, I just want to tease you, how can this person be so easy to be true!

Mu Xiaotong frowned and began to doubt the identity of this man. Ordinary people would not be so generous. Ordinary people would not have such good genes and such good temperaments.

Who is he?

"Little mute, give it back to you. I am teasing you. I don't need money. You just need to give me a few more pictures." She said naturally and gave him the card directly.

"By the way, why do you live alone in the farmhouse?"

Mu Xiaotong looked at the house curiously. It was very simple. He looked at the clothes on the man, which were expensive. "Forget it, don't say it if you don't like it. I respect human rights."

Then he ran to the cooking place with a look of excitement, "This thing, I tell you, my cousin also has it at my aunt's house, and I have seen it when I was a child, right?"

He fixedly looked at her with a curious look, and kept jumping around in his room, with an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Those eyes that were indifferent to anyone, flashed with a surging emotion, warmly, sweetly.

Suddenly he looked shocked and ran towards her, while Mu Xiaotong looked at him embarrassedly, "I don't know why this happened, you think it's disobedient."

He glanced at the smoking stove, the house was full of white smoke.

He took her out of the room, and then walked in by himself. After a while, the smoke gradually faded.

"I didn't want to burn your kitchen. I just want to try roasting a sweet potato. I heard that I..." Without finishing the explanation, Mu Xiaotong bowed her head without complacency.

Hey, Mu Xiaotong introspected very distressedly. Why did you see other people's sweet potatoes and beat them with chicken blood and want to roast them? Go back and let Ling Yue build such a stove too!

The man looked at her with his head drooping, his eyes could not help but become unpredictable, staring at her quietly, and then slowly aroused a nice arc.

...

"The young lady has been out all day and has not returned."

Ling Yue hung up the phone, frowned, and checked the time. Now it was nine o'clock in the evening in China, where did she go?

"She doesn't have any friends in City A, and she seldom goes out after a complete fallout with Mu's family. Some time ago I took her to the company for a stroll. She said she personally designed a tie clip to take you off, but I didn't see her bother me today. "Ling Ziyao was very surprised when he received a call from Ling Yue. It turned out that he was here to inquire about Mu Xiaotong's whereabouts.

"Did she design a tie clip for me?" he asked repeatedly.

"Very unique, dark blue tanzanite inlay, although not expensive, but the style is really good, you should like it very much."

Hearing what he said, Ling Yue's expression became cold a bit, and he didn't answer him. He casually said that next time he takes her to the company, he must tell him not to be sneaky.

"So I really planned to give me a birthday present." He murmured, and then he thought, Mu Xiaotong said that she had thrown it away and felt a little unhappy.

Thinking of going back, she must make another one for herself.

...

"How can it be with you?"

The night has already fallen, but Mu Xiaotong stayed in this quiet small village and did not want to leave. Suddenly she found that the tie clip she threw away some time ago was in this man's house, which was very unexpected.

"You picked it up?" She ran to the man with him, and asked him in a low voice.

He was doing the dishes, and seeing her running towards him enthusiastically, he turned to meet her face and nodded slightly.

Mu Xiaotong looked at the tie clip inlaid with dark blue tanzanite in her hand and said to herself, "I designed it myself."

As soon as she said what she said, the man stopped his movements as if very surprised.

He knew that she threw this thing. That day, she suddenly ran to the village. He looked at her upset and threw it away. But she didn't expect it to be her own design.

Seeing that he seemed to care a little about this thing, Mu Xiaotong's face moved closer to him, and suddenly his fair face was flushed again. Mu Xiaotong thought he was a freak, very introverted, and he was really shy easily.

It was completely different from the cheeky man Ling Yue.

"I'll give it to you in return for this meal, do you like it or not?" She asked directly.

But I saw that the man's face became even more red, even reddening his ears.

Mu Xiaotong stared at him fixedly, as if he had found something interesting, he nodded under her gaze.

Seeing his expression like this, Mu Xiaotong felt that he was very harmless and pure. With his face as an angel, it was an extinct creature.

"Little mute, you look so good-looking, do you know that the way you blush is really a crime?"

Mu Xiaotong didn't know what was wrong with herself. Although she usually has ideas about many things, she seems to be very talkative today.

Maybe it's because this man can't speak, so she subconsciously wants to say more to make the atmosphere less embarrassing, or maybe this man makes her feel very comfortable and doesn't want to hide anything, just say whatever she thinks.

Until the man packed up his things, until the man gave her fruit and she was unceremoniously dropped. Only after Mu Xiaotong realized it was late.

"I have an entrance guard at home, I will come to see you tomorrow."

She took his painting away with satisfaction, waved to him, got in the car and left.

The man stood in the dark, watching the car gradually leave until it disappeared.

"Tang Yi, I didn't know until today, it turns out that you will laugh so real and contented." Suddenly, a clear female voice suddenly sounded.

Tang Yi was not surprised at her appearance, nor even looked back at her, his eyes still looking far away.

The woman was almost accustomed to his indifference, and she smiled to herself, "I'm here to give you medicine, please take care of your body, I finally heal you. You can't exercise vigorously, and you can't run. Don't see her fall and rush to serve as a mat for her. Mu Xiaotong's skill and physical fitness are much better than you."

Finally, he slowly turned around, looked at her, smiled lightly at her, took the medicine in her hand, and went back right away.

He would smile to himself like that, but it was always just a polite smile.

"Tang Yi..." Jin Yue muttered his name in a low voice.