Marriage at first thought: the black-bellied president is super painful

Ruomu looked back at the man, and replied, "Oh, it's my neighbor. He happened to be free today, so he sent me here."

Neighbors, neighbors from their hometown, or neighbors from their new residence in Haicheng.

Her answer was not accurate enough, so Xiao Jun didn't ask any more questions.

He just realized suddenly that he didn't know the girl at all, and of course she didn't want him to.

The two of them are not familiar with each other.

Xiao Jun lowered his hands and did not insist on giving her clothes.

After that, Ruomu waved to him, and trotted towards the gate.

After she went out, the young man had already ridden the motorcycle in front of her, Xiao Jun knew that she had come here by motorcycle.

She took the helmet from the man, put it on her head, and then straddled the empty seat behind him.

With the noisy sound of the engine, the motorcycle drove away from the gate of the manor, and soon disappeared into the white snow.

Xiao Jun stood where he was, looking at the direction Ruomu left, feeling ridiculous and absurd.

It must be too boring to give clothes to a maid who was dismissed by him.

He laughed self-deprecatingly, his face darkened, and he turned and got into the car.

Put the down jacket and scarf on the passenger seat, turn the car around, and drive in the direction you came from.

But after driving for tens of meters, he stopped the car abruptly, looked coldly at the down jacket and scarf, lowered the window, and threw the two pieces of clothing out of the window.

The car restarted and continued driving on the silent, white road.

Xiao Jun felt that he had finally returned to the previous state, alone, lonely but quiet.

He thought that he should go to the lake to paint from life, so he drove the car to the lake, but when he took the painting tools from the back seat, he realized that he only took the easel and drawing board, not even a pen.

I had no choice but to return to the driving position, stepped on the gas pedal irritably, and drove towards the villa.

Returning to the study room, rubbing hands to warm up, fixing the drawing board on the easel, wiping off the fog on the window, and preparing to paint the snow scene outside the window.

He wants to focus on the easel, painting can make him feel calm and highly focused. Whenever he is upset, he will paint, but today, with a paintbrush in his hand, he just faces a blank canvas, After posting it for a while, I still didn't smear any color.

Then practice the basic skills, draw something casually, put a blanket on the chair, put a vase on it, and draw that vase today.

Unfortunately, I still can't focus.

Even if it is a bottle that has been drawn countless times and can be drawn with eyes closed, today it is not correct.

Because as long as you look at that chair, you will think of the look of the little girl sitting there just now.

Xiao Jun threw away his paintbrush irritably, slammed the door and went out...

That night, Xiao Jun had that strange dream again.

This time, the scene in the dream finally changed location, not just on the sofa in his bedroom...

He dreamed that he was drawing in the study, and Ruomu sat on the chair behind his easel and acted as a mannequin for him.

She was naked and shivering with cold.

She said pitifully, "Master Xiao, I'm so cold, can you lend me some clothes to wear?"

Xiao Jun looked at her body, from the neck to the navel, and returned to her face again, looked into her eyes, and said, "Cold? When I gave you clothes during the day, didn't you say that you are forbidden to freeze?" "

"I feel cold now, please let me put on clothes."

Xiao Jun didn't look at her anymore, and returned to his drawing board, drawing her body indifferently.

She reached for the clothes, Xiao Jun raised his eyes and stared at her: "Don't wear them."

After a while, she begged him crying: "I can't hold on anymore, can I change my position..."

Xiao Jun stopped his brush, glanced at her, and found that her legs were shaking.

"No." He replied indifferently.

In this way, he got angry with her recklessly in the dream, being mean like a bastard, and finally made the little girl cry.

When she cried, Xiao Jun couldn't draw anymore, walked up to her, picked her up from the chair, and held her in his arms, "Why do you love to cry so much?"

"I am cold……"

"Then hold me tight..."

She put her arms around his waist tightly.

His fingers stroked down her spine one by one, and finally lay on the carpet with her...

When I woke up again, it was 03:30 in the morning.

Xiao Jun sat up, turned on the bedside lamp, glanced at the sheet that was once again soiled by himself, and scratched his hair irritably.

Why is this ridiculous dream not over yet?

Why in the end!

Xiao Jun didn't have any feelings for Ruomu at first, but when he dreamed of having sex with her every night, he also started to murmur in his heart.

Do you really want women too much?

Then you can't fantasize about a little girl every day, right?

Do you want to find a woman to vent to...

As soon as the thought occurred to him, he felt a wave of disgust with himself.

What if it was replaced by Ruomu?

The feeling of disgust in my heart suddenly decreased a lot?

What the hell is this?

Why do you think of that when you see her?

Is it because she has a pure appearance?

After thinking for a while, he still couldn't figure it out, and wanted to fall asleep again, but couldn't sleep anymore, so Xiao Jun sighed and got out of bed.

He came outside the study, opened the door, and the beautiful scene in the dream seemed to be still happening here.

After pressing his temples, he walked into the study.

Open the drawer and take out the IOU she left behind.

In the amount owed, the cash that he secretly put in her bag was indeed added.

He sat on the chair, looked at the IOU, and began to think about a question. She suddenly asked for 10 yuan, what was she doing...

In fact, it is enough to make a phone call and ask, but it is more than three o'clock in the morning. After thinking about it, let's forget it and talk about it the next day.

Xiao Jun didn't go back to the bedroom, the sheets were dirty, he didn't want to sleep on that bed again, he didn't know where the clean sheets were, and he didn't bother to ask someone to change them, so he spent the night on the sofa in the study.

After that, he didn't dream anymore, and he slept peacefully.

The next day, when Xiao Jun woke up, it was already afternoon.

He directly put on a thick coat, took his painting tools, and went to the flower garden in the backyard.

As for the things about Ruomu that I thought about in the early hours of the previous night, after dawn, my rationality came back, and I felt that those thoughts at night were extremely absurd.

It's just a dismissed servant, he doesn't need to be concerned to this extent.

If she came to borrow money, if he had it, he would just lend it to her. There was no need to ask so many people about their personal affairs.

As for those dreams, it was probably because he was empty of body and mind recently, and that girl just happened to be by his side, so unfortunately she became the object of his illusion.

In short, Xiao Jun doesn't intend to continue to worry about Ruomu's matter, he has to adjust from the short-term chaos as soon as possible, and he wants to return to the peaceful life in the past.

He took a scene in the flower garden, set up the easel, and prepared to paint.

After a while, two gardeners came to the flower garden, one in his thirties and the other in his early twenties.

The one in his 30s, Xiao Jun had a little impression of him, he was from Ruomu's hometown, and his name seemed to be Liu Dong, because Ruomu called him brother Liu Dong.