King's Landing Second Element

"Then I don't care. I always refuse this kind of in vain."

Hearing Ye Jian's words, Qian Cong felt a bit of grievance in her heart, but of course she was stubborn. She certainly wouldn't show off to Ye Jian, and hummed angrily. It was obvious that she was starting to feel awkward.

"How about that? I'll go to Qian Cong's house this weekend, and then Qian Cong will cook and make dim sum for me, how about?"

"what?"

She raised her voice in surprise, Qian Cong had no idea that Ye Jian would make such a bold request.

"Why, why do I have to cook for you! You..."

"Okay, it's settled. This is my bleeding. If someone else does it for me a hundred times, I may not agree."

Ye Jianke didn't give Qian Cong a chance to refuse, and made a decision without authorization, and then sat down with his feet up.

"Don't talk to yourself there, they haven't agreed yet! Besides, you are not a big star, why do you have to pay for the appearance! Usually, when you spend time with transfer students, why don't you ask her what!"

While speaking, Ye Jian couldn't help but sigh secretly when she got involved with Xuecai again. It seems that Qian Cong is very dissatisfied with Xuecai.

"Let's not say that I didn't hang out with her all day long. Just a little bit, how do you know that I didn't ask her for compensation, Qian Cong?"

Suddenly, Qian Cong was speechless.

Then, he hummed as if he couldn't explain himself, walked to the canvas and picked up the paintbrush.

"Well, just treat it as if I gave myself a reason. I want to go to Qian Cong's house to sit down. Isn't this the head office?"

"I didn't promise to let you come! I won't care about it when the time comes."

"That's not true, have you forgotten your sister, I think she must welcome me."

There is no way to deny the fact that Qian Cong can only tortured the paintbrush hard with her breath. Although Ye Jian can't see what she has painted, she can judge it by flicking the paintbrush indiscriminately. The picture on the drawing paper is probably a monster. .

In this way, the art classroom fell into silence for a while, only the sound of paintings could be clearly heard.

"Have you finished painting? Why do I think you are not painting?"

"As a model, don't talk, it will affect me."

She frowned distractedly, this girl didn't know what was going on in her mind.

After a while, Qian Cong finally stopped the paintbrush in his hand, and then complained somewhat dejectedly.

"It's not good at all. It's true that high school students have to paint such a difficult portrait."

"Hey, you still can't do it after painting for a long time? I was a little surprised by the fact that there was something that Scallion couldn't do. How about? Would you like me to teach you? Of course, it's free this time."

"I, how can I be so powerful as you say..."

The pretty face was flushed suddenly, in order to conceal this shame, Qian Cong quickly changed the subject.

"And, do you really know how to paint? It's not that I am making fun, right?"

"I don't like to hear these words. What do you mean to make you happy? Am I really that kind of person in Qian Cong's heart?"

It was originally... of course the soft whisper could not escape Ye Jian's hearing.

"what did you say?"

"It's nothing, if you can, hurry up and teach me! It's been a while since school, and the sun is almost down."

"Hi, hey! Really, the light spring onion is not cute anymore, but I used to call me Ooni sauce..."

While shaking his head, he got up from his seat with a sigh.

As a result, what she said made her face flushed suddenly.

"Who, who called like that! Don't talk nonsense to me, I always call you a pervert teacher!"

"Really? Is it because I have a bad memory? I remember that time..."

"Shut up, shut up! Don't say it!"

Like a frightened little tigress, threatening Ye Jian with wide eyes.

"Don't let me say that is to admit it?"

"me………"

Seeing Qian Cong's flustered look at a loss, Ye Jian was so happy.

"Hahahaha, it's all right, no kidding, then I'll teach you how to draw."

With that said, Ye Jian quickly detoured behind Qian Cong, and then, in surprise, hugged her from behind.

"..."

The developing Jiao Hao stiffened suddenly.

"you you you you………"

"Don't move, teach you, if Qian Cong doesn't like it, then I can go?"

He whispered softly in the girl's ear, and as expected, Qian Cong closed her mouth obediently when she said this.

Although her body was still taut, Hong Xia also dyed her white neck.

However, for some reason, when Ye Jian said he was leaving, Qian Cong's shyness was suppressed by other emotions.

"Okay, relax slowly, and then I will teach you well, my scallion sauce."

Holding his slender hand, Ye Jian began to teach the throbbing girl to paint.

The girl's heart beat violently, sweet and astringent.

Chapter 0192

"...Don't, don't breathe in my ears, it's itchy~!"

"I'm exhaling normally. Where can I breathe?"

"Then, don't hold it so tightly, you are almost out of breath"

"This is your psychological effect, light green. And if you are too far away, your hands will tremble, and you won't be able to paint with a shake."

"But... but your hand..."