novelraw Chapter 1418: Sheng Chong Qingmei: School grass, sweet love! 38
Chapter 1418: Sheng Chong Qingmei: School grass, sweet love! 38
Chapter 1418 Sheng Chong Qingmei: School grass, sweet love! 38
When He Xinghe raised his eyes, the dark color in his eyes was already condensed, and he said: "Go back and change to dry clothes. Come over to my house."
"Okay, I'll come over right away."
She had never entered He Xinghe’s bedroom, and she didn’t know what it was like in his bedroom.
About ten minutes later, Chongya, who had changed a skirt, stood in front of He’s house and knocked on the door.
For a moment, He Xinghe opened the door and looked at the newly renewed girl in front of him, his eyes flickering slightly.
Chong Ao showed a smile and said, "How is it? Does it look good?"
"It's OK." He Xinghe said.
Dozenly, and said: "You are too perfunctory." With that, she walked into the room.
"Which is your bedroom?"
"The second room."
He Xinghe walked to the refrigerator, ready to pour a glass of fresh juice for Chong Ai, suddenly remembered something, immediately put the glass on the table, and quickly walked into the bedroom.
The girl standing in front of the table is holding a picture book that has not been cleaned up yet.
He Xinghe squeezed his hand, annoyance and embarrassment flashed in his eyes.
Chong Ai looked at He Xinghe with a strange expression on the painting book.
a few minutes ago.
Chong Yao took her books and textbooks and walked into the teenager's bedroom.
She walked to the table and put down her books and textbooks. On the table was the picture book of the teenager. She picked it up and turned over the pages and looked at it.
In the front are some landscape paintings, and in the back they become unique paintings about her.
Unexpectedly, He Xinghe would paint so many paintings about her. The strange and innovative paintings were beautiful and weird, until she turned to the latest painting, her face suddenly became hot.
Although the painter will paint some pictures that he can imagine, the artistic paintings will be a bit explicit, but he did not expect him to do it too.
In the dimly lit church, the protagonist of the painting——
The beautiful young girl under the huge tombstone was hung up by dark vines with her hands tied up, and on the vines blossomed delicate blood-colored roses.
The girl was hung in a sacrificial posture, and the white dress stained with blood was hung messily on her body, revealing half of her round and snow-white shoulders...
"I..." He Xinghe's voice was a bit obscure, and the lake in his heart was like boiling water that kept tumbling, and his mind was chaotic.
She hates him?
If it weren't for rushing out to pick her up, she wouldn't accidentally forget the painting book on the table and forgot to put it away.
Some of the things in his heart, which cannot be exposed to the light, were actually seen by her.
Chong Ao took the painting book and walked step by step towards He Xinghe.
"You drew these?"
He Xinghe said for a while: "Yes."
He reached out and took the picture book in her hand, staring at her darkly, and said, "Are you angry?"
Chong Ai's cheeks were still dyed with a faint blush, and she said uncomfortably, "No."
→_→After all, he is his own man. No matter what, he can't be angry, but he was a little shocked when he found out.
He Xinghe looked at her white cheeks, his mind surged secretly, and asked: "What do you think of these paintings?"
"It looks good." Chong Ai looked up at him and said, "You shouldn't take these paintings out for exhibition, right?"
He Xinghe pursed his lips slightly and said, "No."
This is something unique to him, and no one can watch.
Chong Ai stretched out her white and slender fingers to poke his hard chest, and said: "I didn't expect you to pay attention to me so much."
Some of the paintings should have been painted by He Xinghe a long time ago. He also said that she would be willing to be her boyfriend only if she took the top ten exams. A man's body is far more honest than his mouth.
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Four more, thank you little cute for the reward and ticket, good night.
Tomorrow will add more and more.
(End of this chapter)