Chapter 238 (2/2)

There are so many beauties who come to Mr. Zhang's house every year. She is not the first and not the last.

However, they still expressed their great admiration to the Miss Shi.

Her face was bright and colorful enough to overshadow most people.

Lin Lang was arranged by Mr. Rong in a beautiful pavilion with a lotus pond. The view is wide and the scenery is beautiful. At night, you can hear the clear sound of Koi leaping.

At the same time, Lin Lang was told that she would like to learn from a group of beautiful girls of the same age such as piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

The first step for them to become a weapon is to use both color and art.

Every seven days, there will be a special person to check the girls' learning achievements.

Poor performance will lead to a decline in treatment, not to mention that there is no lack of people who are in favor of the public and the world is in a state of indifference.

The man is familiar with the control of human nature and is very cunning, which enlarges the ambition of this group of beautiful girls.

One second heaven, one second hell.

Some people made mistakes and dragged them down recklessly. They were tortured to pieces.

I heard it was crazy.

Every night, Lin Lang could hear the girl's sad cry.

In this group of budding girls, her performance is not very good.

Lin Lang has always been fond of chess and spent a lot of time studying it, which can be called one of the best. However, she was not very interested in other aspects, which could only be regarded as proficient, and had not reached the level of astonishment.

Rong Jiu listened to the report of his subordinates, and his eyes fixed on the painting and calligraphy.

Among the young girls' handwriting, there are elegant and elegant, some are beautiful and fresh, and some are graceful and touching. They all look so pleasing to the eyes. And the words, a bit more tired, languid lazy, like a beautiful woman in spring, leaning on the Begonia flower in the afternoon, falling asleep.

”What a dangerous word.”

Mr. Rong took a breath.

The housekeeper with high EQ interprets the word ”danger” in his mind.

Can words be dangerous?

The master has become more and more enigmatic recently.

Lin Lang's elder relationship has always been good, and the teachers have taken good care of her. She has hardly been punished. The differential treatment makes other female students very envious.

One year later, it was the day of the final assessment.

Like other girls, her hands were tied back, her eyes covered with a thin layer of black gauze. Someone pushed her into a room.

”Thank you.”

She said thanks for the delicate manner of helping her walk gently.

The youth slightly red ear root, lightly went out, closed the door.

The chair is smooth and polished. The smell of Styrax fills the room, with a hint of pungent sweetness.

Lin Lang heard the piano teacher say that this assessment, weak and helpless girl how to make men pity, willing to untie her.

Some people use beauty, some people confuse it with body shape, some people use singing voice to fan it, and all kinds of means.

When Lin Lang was thinking about it, a cold palm held up her chin.

She lifted the corners of her lips slightly.

This radian is particularly enchanting by the flickering candle light.

He heard the man say slowly, ”do you know what the rouge I'm wearing today tastes like?”

”I don't know.”

The man said hoarsely, ”but just taste it.”

Directly enchanting with beauty?

That's the only way.

He bent down a little, turned his head and gently licked his kiss. That soft thin lips, than the peach blossom on three points.

”Taste it?”

After a kiss, with her slow tone, the atmosphere pushed to an ambiguous climax.

I don't know if it's an illusion. He feels like he's been fooled.”Well, the taste of fudge.”

She gave a low smile.

The slightly raised ending is crisp and numb to the bone. It's like silk and bamboo.

”Mr. Rong is really a joke. This Rouge has no taste. ” She pauses and reveals the answer. ”It's just that it's poisonous.”

Silence for a moment,

the black veil covering the eyes was removed by the man.

As light as a butterfly, she opened her eyes lazily, her eyes glowing with ecstasy.

”Well, can you untie me now?”

Mr. Rong supported his waist with one hand, ”you are bold, even dare to poison your mouth.”

In this way, the initiative is completely in her hands.

It was the first time for him to see such a unique ”answer method”, which inevitably made him interested in his speech.

Lin Lang chuckled at him.

”There is no fraud in war.”

Mr. Rong put his body closer together to untie the rope of her wrist in the gesture of embracing her beloved. Lin Lang's cheek is close to his chest, the warmth seeps into the long shirt.

After the release, he held out his hand.

Lin Lang was playing with the black gauze on his knee and looked at him in surprise.

”Antidote.” Mr. Rong said.

”Come here and I'll tell you how to solve it.” She turned her eyes and waved.

Mr. Rong relied on his words.

”The antidote is...” Her breath is light and shallow, and the soft spring breeze is sentimental.

Mr. Rong felt his ears itchy.

”I lied to you.”

She tilted her head, and a mischievous black hair fell to her cheek.

”Stupid, first, raw.”