novel for you Chapter 137: One slap, two punches in return
Chapter 137: One slap, two punches in return
Except silence.
Why didn't Situ Yu react?
Le Zhiyao hid her head under the quilt, her whole heart hanging.
The fists in his hands were clenched, and if he dared to hit her, he would hit her back.
A slap in the face, two punches in return, will be returned twice as much.
After half an hour—
"sorry."
Actually apologized to her?
Le Zhiyao was stunned, and quietly got out of the quilt, wanting to find out.
Situ Yu looked at her quietly, his sad eyes piercing her heart.
Deep in my memory, I seem to have seen these eyes full of pain.
Le Zhiyao was a little uneasy and was ready to fight each other. He apologized inexplicably, which made him appear to be on a lower level.
After a long while, Situ Yu's low and hoarse voice was like a match lighting wet straw, bitter and sad, "Like countless needles pricking me, I can't breathe."
"It'll be fine after a month." Le Zhiyao shared her experience with him.
She was talking about seeing his scandal on TV. At that time, she had just experienced a miscarriage, was so overwhelmed by Xi He, and was at her most vulnerable psychologically.
He was given a chance, but he ignored it.
"It's painful, it feels like my heart is being crushed. Let me tell you another secret. It's the senior who asked me. I have a plan to secretly investigate him for a period of time, and if appropriate, I will capture him. So you see, You are not the only man in the world."
She didn't say anything and gave up immediately after knowing Li Sheng's identity.
Situ Yu turned around silently without saying a word.
Le Zhiyao looked at the back of his head, unable to express her joy or sorrow.
There is always a knot in my heart that I can't let go of.
Early the next morning, Le Zhiyao was about to open the door and go out, but Situ Yu held the door.
She raised her head and saw that the circles under the man's eyes were a little dark, and his face was haggard and tired.
Haven't slept all night?
Le Zhiyao wasn't sure what he meant, but she certainly couldn't be overshadowed by him.
So he straightened his shoulders, stood on tiptoes, and stared at him unconvinced.
"Do you think I cuckolded you and you want to settle the score with me? This is an excuse. The victim cannot be at fault. You cannot blame me for being too beautiful to attract people to commit crimes. I will not feel inferior about this."
"I'm sorry, I didn't protect you well."
She was startled, and her tense shoulders relaxed in embarrassment.
This guy seems to like apologizing a lot lately.
"Is that person very good?" His voice was dull and vicissitudes of life.
Which person?Le Zhiyao didn't react for a moment.
Mouth still refuses to admit defeat.
"Of course, except that I never get involved with other women, support me in going to school and realize my ideals, and never restrict me."
Situ Yu's eyes were dim, unable to hide his disappointment, as if he was making a decision. After a long time, he said, "I will check it out. If it is someone worth entrusting to my life, I am willing to let him go, as long as you are happy."
She was startled, thinking she had heard wrongly.
Let go?
Don't talk about credibility, just say that you will love her forever.
A few love blows and it disappears!
She glared at him again and yanked the door open.
As soon as he took a step, he saw the old man's soul sitting forlornly at the foot of the stairs. He immediately retracted his feet, took Situ Yu's arm, and half buried his face in him.
When passing the old grandfather, she glanced secretly. Those dull eyes followed Situ Yu, like candles shaking in the wind and rain, wandering and desperate.
She hesitated for a moment and continued to pretend not to see it.
I don't have the courage to face that situation for the time being.
People who have gone to another world will always have unbroken bonds and regrets.
Just be afraid, if you solve this problem, there will be a steady stream of troubles later.
Sensing something unusual, Situ Yu held her arm to comfort her.
She gritted her teeth, "I'll tell you, and you draw it."
If they are acquaintances, they can't rely on Situ Yu all the time if they think of another way.
"Afraid?"
"I'm getting used to it a little bit." Besides, it's not a scary scene in a horror movie, it's not much different from a real person.
Situ Yu prepared sketch paper and pen, and she leaned next to him and softly described the old man's appearance.
While he was painting, Le Zhiyao was bored as an audience, and then she realized that Situ Yu had great art skills.
Seeing that there was some pen and paper on the table, she also picked it up to draw.
She has a dry sense of art, and the lines she draws are twisted. The brush seems to have a grudge against her, and she won't let her cross even a good line.
Look at the painting next door, pure art.
When she was thinking, she drew a portrait of Situ Yu.
"What are you drawing? One eye is big and the other is small." Situ Yu stopped and looked at her drawing paper.
"As long as you can recognize it as an eye, do you have any conscience to be strict with a blind painter?" Le Zhiyao covered the painting paper backwards and refused to let him see.
Situ Yu put down the pen and paper in his hand, stretched out his hand to hold her hand, "Who said you are blind in painting."
He turned over the drawing paper and led her to modify the drawing, "Relax your wrist and keep your strength even. Take a look again."
The lines of the eyes are smooth and smooth, and the eyeballs are rendered with shadows, giving them a layer of gloss.
"Do you know what the problem is?" Situ Yu was very gentle.
"I'm blind. People who can't draw don't have to show off to me. I don't envy you at all." She was jealous. If she had a teacher to teach her when she was a child, she would definitely be able to draw.
For example, Brother Feng taught me literacy and arithmetic, and I learned it well and quickly.
"I want you to see the three-dimensional effect of shadows, which is the layering of the picture. Do you want to know the trick?"
Le Zhiyao was full of energy, "You want to teach me?"
"Sit in front of me." Situ Yu stretched out his arms, his eyes sparkling with success.
Le Zhiyao sat in his arms, "Why didn't you teach me before and wasted my youth?"
"Don't you have to dig dog holes professionally for 100 years? How dare I disturb your enjoyment?"
"You know how to harm me."
The warmth of the man behind her came, her heart beat violently, and the blood all over her body was as hot as if she had just come out of a hot spring.
"Hold the pen in the correct posture, and relax your arms and wrists." Situ Yu covered her left hand with his left hand, and held her right hand with his right hand to adjust her posture.
The warm breath sprayed against her ears, like the brush of feathers, tickling the tip of her heart.
With her back pressed against Situ Yu's chest, she could feel his thumping heartbeat without any barrier, and her face suddenly felt hot.
The atmosphere was not quite right.
Le Zhiyao raised her head slightly to look at him. The curvature of his jawline was almost perfect, and the slightly stubble on his chin exuded a strong hormonal aura, which was intentionally or unintentionally seductive.
"Concentrate."
As soon as he roared, Le Zhiyao was suddenly startled and lowered her head in panic, seriously despising her own impure mind.
She shifted her attention to the drawing paper, and Situ Yu's restrained emotions were suddenly released, and the little goblin almost killed him.
"Is this right?" Le Zhiyao asked suddenly, her eyes focused on the lines she had just drawn. Seeing that Situ Yu had not moved for a long time, she suddenly felt that his body was getting hotter and hotter, "Do you have a fever?"
When Situ Yu came back to his senses, he realized that he was sweating profusely, and immediately taught her, "Painting tests one's character. Only when one's mind is focused can the lines of the pen express the artist's artistic conception more vividly. Lines are like caterpillars. It shows that your mood is ups and downs.”
Le Zhiyao looked at him with fox-like eyes, "Is that so?"