When the green tea female partner is forced to attack the female lead

The two men apologized loudly. After they finished speaking, they looked at Du Jingmo in unison. They couldn't wait for a reply for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking: "Miss Du, can you forgive us?"

Du Jingmo tilted his head slowly, and asked a sincere rhetorical question: "So you are apologizing to me? But it's not me that you are sorry, why are you apologizing to me?"

The serious victim, Zhao Qingdai, was sitting next to her. These two men didn't even intend to look at her, but they still had the nerve to ask if they could forgive her. It was so funny.

Du Jingmo was obviously playing tricks on purpose. The man's expression changed again and again, but he had already reached this point. At this time, another attack would be a waste of all previous efforts. They could only endure the ugly expression and turn towards Zhao Qingdai. Apologies, more blunt attitude.

Zhao Qingdai twitched the corners of her mouth and sneered in her heart.

Look at this look of enduring humiliation, those who don't know think they are the one who has been wronged.

She rolled her eyes, leaned on Du Jingmo's shoulder, lowered her slender eyelashes, and said in an aggrieved and pitiful voice: "Sister, when I think about what happened last night, I'm still so scared, I don't want to see them, you Let them go, okay?"

Du Jingmo patted her on the shoulder twice and said hello softly.Looking up at the two men again, her eyes were brightly indifferent and repulsive: "Did you hear that, then please, I won't give it away either."

She neither said forgive nor said she would not forgive, the two couldn't figure out what she was thinking, and after looking at each other, they could only bite the bullet and ask: "Then the photo Miss Du took yesterday..."

Before he finished speaking, Du Jingmo's voice suddenly sank: "Get lost!"

With such two unclear apologies, you actually want to settle the matter. How can there be such a good thing?

Seeing that the two still wanted to continue entanglement, Du Jingmo made a phone call directly, and several bodyguards rushed in and dragged them away.

Zhao Qingdai was stunned for a moment by his fast speed and neat movements, and asked in a daze, "Where did the bodyguard come from? Sister."

"I've been there all the time, but I don't usually show up." Du Jingmo saw her stunned look, and instantly he felt better, and his appetite also improved. He told his aunt to heat up the porridge again .

She explained during the waiting time: "Rich people are afraid of death. Bodyguards are the basic configuration, but they are too high-profile to carry with them, and they attract attention instead. They usually hide them."

Zhao Qingdai: "...that's too well hidden."

How long has she lived here, and it was the first time she found out that there were bodyguards at home.

The reheated lean meat porridge was served at this moment, and Du Jingmo swallowed it in one gulp, feeling instantly at ease. She asked, "You went out early in the morning, what did you do?"

Zhao Qingdai took out two leave slips and placed them on the table.

Du Jingmo tilted his head, and asked the same question as the system: "I don't think I'm so sick that I need someone to accompany me at the bedside. Why are you asking for leave?"

In the same way, when the system said it, Zhao Qingdai just thought it was the funny head in Abaaba, and when Du Jingmo said it, she explained nervously: "I don't worry about my sister, there are many things that hurt your foot like this. It's not convenient, I want to take care of you."

She has already asked for leave, and she is still focused on her own good. Du Jingmo can't say a word: "It's okay to rest at home, as long as you don't delay your studies, bring your homework, and I will check how you are doing. .”

She didn't mean to discuss between the lines at all, and her attitude was natural like a big patriarch.

Zhao Qingdai's mind froze for a moment, and a question mark slowly appeared on her forehead.

Du Jingmo: "Why, don't you want to? Could it be that you haven't taken the class seriously and dare not tell me?"

"Of course not!" Zhao Qingdai retorted.

After she awakened her consciousness, she didn't pay much attention to her studies. Before that, she had always been a good student. From her study to her work to her appearance, she was at the level that a green tea king should have.

She simply felt that the current scene seemed a little weird.

After Du Jingmo seriously commented on her works and offered professional suggestions, this weird feeling became even more serious.

Why did her long-awaited alone time turn into a make-up class scene?

Du Jingmo tapped her forehead lightly with the pen: "Why do I feel that your repulsion is very serious? Didn't I teach you like this before?"

Thirteen or fourteen-year-old Zhao Qingdai needs to do her best just to survive, so how can she care about other things?At that time, not to mention studying hard, she sometimes even skipped classes to do part-time jobs.

It was only after she got to know Du Jingmo that she finally picked up the book, had a goal and ambition, and had the opportunity to go to the same university with her sister.

The help Du Jingmo and the Du family gave her was not only material, but also spiritual.

Thinking of the past, Zhao Qingdai's eyes became gentle: "I was just thinking, it's rare for my sister to rest at home. Is it possible that I have to waste time on me these days?"

Du Jingmo answered it as a matter of course: "How can it be a delay for you?"

She always puts close words on her lips, as if she looks cold and cold, but her feelings are direct and warm.

Du Jingmo's love for painting comes from the bottom of his heart, and it has become a habit to copy and paint every day. She first helped Zhao Qingdai guide the latest works, and then moved to the studio.

Only when she holds the paintbrush in her hand, can she feel that today's time is not wasted.

"It's a pity that I can't paint the scenery outside, and there is no model, so I can only paint some still life." She said, her hands kept moving.

She has already painted the things at home thousands of times, and now she can still pick up a brush to paint, purely because of her love.

Zhao Qingdai's mouth turned faster than her brain: "Isn't there still me? I'm a model for my sister."

Du Jingmo paused, then turned his head slowly, with half of his eyebrows raised high.

Her surprise was written on her face, and she didn't even notice that the oil paint dripped onto the painting paper and smeared, the color was gorgeous, thicker than the complexion of the person in front of her.

Zhao Qingdai: "!"

She has been so presumptuous recently, she dared to blurt out anything!

Bisheng Du Jingmo still refused to let her go, and asked with a half-smile: "We are all art students, the model you mentioned and the model I understand mean the same thing, right?"

"Mannequins?"

Zhao Qingdai had grown up so much, and it was the first time she realized what social death is.

She blushed, and explained dryly: "I just... want to contribute to my sister's artistic career. The purpose is very pure, and my thoughts are very pure. There is no other meaning."

What is getting darker?This is called.

"I didn't say you had other intentions. Why are you so scared?" Du Jingmo bit the inside of his mouth, keeping his expression as tense as possible, so as not to let his ridicule be too obvious.

However, this kind of cover-up didn't have any effect. Even her shoulders were trembling slightly, and she almost laughed out loud.

Zhao Qingdai: "..."

The person concerned is now regretting, very regretful.

She was on the verge of burning in embarrassment. Du Jingmo finally realized his conscience, and he no longer smiled so happily, and decided to give her a step down: "Since you have already mentioned it, I'd better be satisfied and draw you a picture." Bar."

Zhao Qingdai was a little hesitant, and put her hands on the hem of her clothes while struggling: "...is this suitable?"

Du Jingmo is a serious painter, but she may not be a serious model.Thinking of that scene, she is already blushing and her heart is beating. She is guilty and nervous. Is it okay to really start painting?

"If you wear your clothes well, it will fit naturally." Du Jingmo removed the waste drawing paper and laid out a new one. "Be purer in your thinking, don't think so much."

The system floated out and said viciously: "That's right, put on some clothes!"

There are still vicious supporting girls with such impure thoughts in this world!It is ridiculous to look at it with a funny head!

Zhao Qingdai, who was suddenly pinched from left to right: "..."

She put her hands behind her back and punched the system hard, trying to bring the topic back to the right path: "Then do I need to change my clothes and find a suitable angle?"

Du Jingmo shook his head: "You don't need to prepare so much, you are already good-looking enough."

Even if Zhao Qingdai was so embarrassed that she was about to dig out a dream castle just now, Du Jingmo could calm her emotions with just one sentence.

Zhao Qingdai began to look forward to being a model and painting.

She realized her feelings because of a painting. At that time, she didn't even dare to pick up a pen, let alone other things.Now this scene is really a little exciting.

It's just that the painting proposed by Du Jingmo was not completed in the end.

Not long after she started writing, her cell phone rang. It was a classmate from the same department as her. She was originally in the same dormitory, but she basically never lived in a dormitory, but everyone was on good terms.

Hearing that she was injured and had to ask for leave, Sasha had already called for condolences, but she called again after only one morning.

Du Jingmo put down his brush and connected the phone: "What's wrong? I haven't gone to class for half a day, can't I hold back my longing?"

Zhao Qingdai stared at her for a moment.

Her tone was casual and natural, and she laughed when she spoke. It could be heard that the girl on the other end of the phone had a good relationship.

Zhao Qingdai couldn't help thinking in her heart: "During the time when I was deliberately estranged from my sister, was this girl who was with her on the phone?"

The more she thought about it, the more sour she felt, feeling sour and feeling that her mentality was not good enough, and comforted herself: "My sister has never lived in a dormitory, and I must be the only one who has shared a bed with her, and no one else has this kind of treatment." .”

"I'm the one my sister likes."

Sasha had no idea that a phone call could lead to a lemon essence.

She was not in the mood to joke, and said eagerly: "Go online and check it out, you have been fleshed out!"