Chapter 45: Chapter 45:

I don't know if the heating in the study is too sufficient, or the gaze of the

man opposite is too hot, Ning Mitang felt her face start to feel hot.

Mo Huai looked at Ning Mitang in front of him with a pair of black and deep

eyes, and was momentarily absent.

Under the bright incandescent light, her skin glowed white, tender and smooth,

and her small face with bright eyes and teeth was clear and beautiful. This

may be the reason for the makeup. Usually, the water is bright and

translucent, and the black eyes are full and moving. The outline of light

brown eyeshadow is drawn down, which is a bit more flattering. The pink lips

are covered by red lip glaze. The red lip color makes it difficult to

maintain.

His eyes darkened, he had tasted the taste there, it was fragrant and soft...

Looking down, Ning Mitang wore a red sleeveless dress with a deep V design.

The neckline opened to the chest, revealing a delicate and perfect collarbone,

and a large piece of skin, white and greasy, without any blemishes, like a

superb The suet jade is delicate and moist.

The skirt is made of pure cotton, which is especially skin-friendly and close

to the skin. The very thin waist makes it hard to hold. She perfectly outlines

her tall and elegant curve. The most difficult thing to ignore is that the

girl's well-developed ** are high and undulating, and the thin red cotton

material is bulging.

Mo Huai's breathing was a bit short, and his eyes gradually turned into

extremely dark black.

"You have something to do with me?" The voice showed some restraint.

Ning Mitang's small white face turned red, she tried to ignore the shyness

brought by her dress, her black eyes were rippling with mist and bright, and

her red lips moved slightly. She yelled softly: "Ahuai."

Bai's thin fingers kept churning, and she stepped forward again, getting

closer to the man, and said a little at a loss: "My friend's birthday the day

after tomorrow, I wear this to attend her birthday party, do you think it

looks good?" This is Jiang Yoyo taught her excuses.

She vainly didn't dare to look directly at Mo Huai's excessively hot eyes, and

tried to cover up the smooth vertical ink hair behind her. The look on his

face did not change, his heart was so nervous as if he was crawling slowly by

an ant, itchy and intolerable.

The fragrance of the girl kept pouring into the tip of his nose, who was

already sensitive to the breath of her body. Now the distance between the two

is only two arms wide, and smelling the familiar and fragrant fragrance, Mo

Huai almost wants to lose control.

"Fairy!"

He couldn't help but sighed secretly in his heart, dressed like this to go to

a friend's birthday party, sure she didn't go to the scene? Still go to seduce

other men. The thought of other men seeing Ning Mitang's seductive look made

him angry.

"Ugly dead." Mo Huai looked at her extremely slim red dress with disgust.

"Ok?"

Ning Mitang blinked her bright black eyes, a little unbelievable. Even if she

is not narcissistic, she still thinks she is well dressed, where is... where

is ugly? When she changed her dress, Jiang Youyou also said that she was so

beautiful that people lost their souls.

Mo Huai looked at her beautiful face, his heart beating so fast, and his heart

was full of joy.

This strange feeling made him resist.

Mo Huai suppressed the heat in his eyes. He realized that if he let this

feeling go, he would be stuck in it and couldn't help himself.

After a moment of silence, Mo Huai's cold voice repeated: "It's so ugly,

change it!" His eyes fell on her chest with dissatisfaction. Is the expansive

white skin trying to seduce crime?

Ning Mitang squeezed her fingers helplessly, her bright white face flushed

red, not shy, but humiliated, she didn't expect that she would be so disgusted

by Mo Huai. Dark eyes glared at him, thinking of A Huai who was clingy and

petted her before, Ning Mitang's eyes were hot.

Mo Huai's exquisite hard and cold jaw was tight, and the corners of his lips

were tightened. The girl's black eyes were covered by mist, crystal clear, she

glared at him angrily and grievously, wet, as if tears would drop in the next

second, both pure and charming.

Ning Mitang was too dangerous for him. He didn't expect that a little bit of

grievance in her eyes would make him crushed. The emotions in his heart were

impacting, and he couldn't restrain his desire to come forward to hug her and

coax her.

Simply, Mo Huai turned his head.

Ning Mitang was stunned, seeing the man turning his head, unwilling to look at

her more, a heart that seemed to have been scratched by the tip of a knife by

him, and it was sore and painful.

She lowered her eyes, a teardrop dropped, and reluctantly pulled the corner of

her mouth, "Then, then I'll change it..."

With that said, Ning Mitang turned and walked towards the door. Mo Huai was so

indifferent to her now, and even looked at her with an impatient look, and she

felt like she was about to cry any longer.

Hearing the light tremor in the girl’s voice and crying, Mo Huai instantly

turned his head and looked at the lonely and aggrieved back, his thin lips

tightened, the expression in his eyes became colder and colder, and his eyes

were as sharp as a knife. Staring closely at her opening the study door.

When the sound of closing the door came, the blue veins between Mo Huai's

forehead were clearly highlighted.

......

There was a chill in the winter night, and there was no moonlight in the

loneliness. Unlike the cold wind roaring outside, the study room not only has

sufficient heating, but also carries a hot and sultry ambiguity.

Mo Huai held Ning Mitang tightly and looked at her intently, the coldness in

his black eyes faded away, and the rich joy seemed to flow out. The girl in

her arms was still wearing that ** red dress, and she didn't change it. If

the fat and greasy skin is set off by the red, it becomes more white and

radiant, and the snowy skin is brighter than the spring red. The slender body,

with the sweet fragrance that makes him affectionate, makes him fascinated.

"Tangtang." He called her hoarsely, "Sorry, I shouldn't be so indifferent to

you."

Ning Mitang wrapped her jade arms around Mo Huai's neck, clinging to him, and

murmured softly, "Then don't bully me in the future, I will be sad, Ahuai."

"Ok."

"I miss you so much, Ahuai."

Mo Huai's eyes were stained with the color of ** and desire, and could no

longer bear it, his thin lips sealed Ning Mitang's whispering pink lips.

The girl's lips were soft and fragrant, and it was in her mouth, like a

mouthful of marshmallows, soft and sweet, he bit lightly, wishing to swallow

it in his stomach. The tongue pried away the teeth and drilled in, hooked the

little pink tongue to suck, the smooth and tender touch made him fall in love.

The powerful arm was closed too tightly, Ning Mitang couldn't bear it, and

pushed Mo Huai, but was picked up by his hands, the lingering on his mouth

continued, and he walked to the chair next to the desk and sat down. He held

the girl and let her sit on his lap with her feet apart.

"Ahuai?"

Mo Huai didn't wait for the girl to react, he began to violently plunder the

body fluid in her little mouth. Still not feeling enough, his hand touched the

softness against his chest. The skirt's neckline was so low that it couldn't

resist his attack at all, and his big hand easily got in, touching the

extremely delicate and smooth skin directly. Feeling the girl trembled all

over, he was breathing fast, and he couldn't help rubbing his hands. The soft

touch was crazy.

"Ahuai, Ahuai, Ahuai..." The girl breathed out.

"Yeah." Mo Huai's hand pressed harder as she flicked the pointed tip with her

index finger and felt her light tremors.

......

Opening his eyes suddenly, Mo Huai sat up and looked forward steadily. In the

morning light, his dark eyes were full of ** and his chest was ups and

downs. He dreamed that he prevented Ning Mitang from leaving the study last

night. , And then made friends with her. Feeling the aftermath of joy in his

body, it feels so real that he can't get away from his dream for a while.

After a while, Mo Huai opened the quilt and looked underneath himself. The

wetness in his pants clearly showed his desire to vent.

Ying Ting's eyebrows are frowning, he lost control like this for the first

time, even in his previous life, he did not have such an impulse. Ning Mitang,

the influence on him was really too deep.

Suddenly, the phone by the pillow rang, Mo Huai's eyes were half-squinted, and

the ** deep in his eyes was restrained.

"Hey, Brother Huai, the art exhibition will begin tomorrow. Am I waiting for

you at the gate of the exhibition?" Cao Yang's excited voice came over the

phone.

Mo Huai remembered what he had promised to participate in the exhibition

before. He concentrated his attention, "Well, you go and do something for me

today."

After hanging up the phone, Mo Huai tried to ignore the dream of intimacy with

Ning Mitang that appeared in his mind. He took off his pants and walked naked

to the bathroom.

The painting exhibition held by Qi Lao is very grand. The people who come to

participate are not only famous painters, but also many commercial and

powerful people who love painting, many of whom are collectors.

The painting exhibition was held in the largest art center in City B. The

entire floor was covered by Qi Lao. There were as many as 200 works displayed

in the exhibition. In the most central position, the works displayed are the

paintings of the first domestic painter Guo Zhinian.

"Hey, Lao Yu, I didn't expect you to arrive so early." Qi Lao was wearing a

dark green Tang Shou embroidered Tang suit, thin but not rickety, with a

vigorous look.

"I can't wait anymore." Yu Lao Ruizhi's eyes had a deep meaning, "How about

it, is that kid Mo Huai here?"

"I haven't seen a figure yet." Qi Lao manually moved with a cane, "It seems

that you have a high expectation of him." I have been in friendship with him

for a long time, and I rarely see Lao Yu admiring a painter like this.

Especially the other party is still a young man.

Yu Lao glared at him, "Don't you know how strong he is? Stop talking nonsense,

where are Mo Huai's works? I'll take a look."

Old Qi knocked on the floor with a cane, a little angry, more helpless, "Huh,

you don't need to look for it. He asked me to bring news to me yesterday. The

works on display have not yet come out. Later, he will directly participate in

the fight. "

"Oh?" Yu Lao said in surprise, with a pity in his eyes. He still wanted to

directly bid for Mo Huai's work and bring it back. Now it seems that it is not

working. But thinking that he would fight on the scene later, and he could bid

back for the finished works. Only then did he relax his serious face and said

nothing more.

At this time, a group of people swarmed outside the door, the formation was

huge and attracted the attention of many people. Obviously, the outer crowd is

the one who supports and follows the middle.

"In the year of Zhi, you are here." Qi Lao greeted Guo Zhinian who came over.

Guo Zhinian was nearly forty years old. Wearing a tunic suit with a strong

breath of calligraphy and painting, he nodded and replied: "Old Qi, long time

no see, this exhibition seems to be bigger than the previous year?"

"You take out thirty works at a time. Of course, the grade of my exhibition

must be worthy of your many works." Qi Lao joked.

Guo Zhinian smiled and shook his head, "Lao Qi, you have raised me too much."

His gaze shifted to the approaching Yu Lao, and the dim light in his eyes

flashed, "Yu, I didn't expect you to come too." No old figure was seen in the

exhibition, and he did not expect him to participate this year.

At the beginning, everyone thought it was strange that Yu Lao, who loves to

paint, did not attend the exhibition. Afterwards, he was not seen in several

exhibitions, and everyone was accustomed to it. It was a little surprising

that he did not expect to attend this year.

Guo Zhinian guessed that he must have fancy a certain painting in the

exhibition. The greater possibility is that he has taken a fancy to his

paintings. After all, in this exhibition, he took out 30 works, and many

painters who were there came for him.

Yu Lao glanced at Guo Zhinian with a squint, then said, "Well, there are new

seedlings this year."

Guo Zhinian's eyes moved slightly, "You must be a very powerful junior to be

appreciated by you."

Old Yu didn't respond, but the satisfaction on his face said it all.

Participants in the exhibition came one after another, and many people stood

in the huge venue. Some collectors have already quoted prices for works that

they want to sell. After the exhibition is over, those with the highest price

can take away the works that were auctioned.

Outside the gate of the Art Center.

Cao Yang stood by the door, trying to weaken his sense of existence. An

invitation letter was needed to enter the exhibition. He was waiting for Mo

Huai to arrive before he could enter together.

Since the torn painting accident, he has left his job. He thought he was going

to look for a new job, but he didn't expect Mo Huai to find him and hire him

as an assistant. It was a surprise. He has a very strong instinct, as long as

he follows Mo Huai, he will definitely have a good life.

"Brother Huai, here, here." Cao Yang shivered by the cold wind, his eyes

touched the tall figure walking in the distance, and he immediately waved.

After a while, Mo Huai came to Cao Yang in front of Cao Yang with a cold body.

He said lightly: "Go in."

"Okay, Brother Huai, I'll follow you." Cao Yang replied in a daze.

He found that he hadn't seen him for a while, and Mo Huai's breath became even

colder, making him tremble.