[R18] Seducing husband (1v1 sweet H) – “Seduce Husband (1v1 Sweet H)” 23. Zhou Shengge (1st update) [English]
byAfter landing and turning on the phone, Nan Tianyuan first reported to Nan Zhongdong that he was safe, and then checked the news about Zhou Ruoxing.Still not a word.The leading teacher had already started to put away his cell phone. He hesitated for a moment and dialed Zhou Ruoxing. After only two rings, the teacher walked up to him and stretched out his hand.He had to hand over his phone.
Zhou Ruoxing squatted in front of the computer and looked at the newly refined pictures sent by Xuan Feiran.The brothers are indeed impeccable. They are not afraid of being slapped in the face by the camera. Even the pores on their skin are not visible, and their expression management is top-notch.Luo Yiyang’s voice suddenly sounded from behind, “After studying, go to bed early and stay up late to grieve.”
She was so frightened that she almost fell off the chair, patted her chest and said, “Mom, why are you walking without making a sound? You don’t know how to knock on the door!” Luo Yiyang put the peeled apple on the desk, thought about his daughter’s words again, and asked, “Yeah?” Who else is like this?
“Just saying, don’t find fault!” Zhou Ruoxing jumped off the chair, yawned and said he was sleepy.Luo Yiyang watched her lift the quilt, turned off the lights for her, and then told her, “Don’t forget the report and performance of Shengge on the weekend afternoon.”
She pulled out her cell phone from under the book and was surprised to find a missed call.The last four digits are all too familiar.She almost never takes the initiative to dial it out, but she thinks about it many times in her mind.
Luo Yiyang was going to say something again. Zhou Ruoxing was impatient. Mom, I also have privacy. I know that I can’t forget it.Then he coaxed his mother to come out.
Without thinking, I called back immediately.However, what was waiting for her was a mechanical female voice, as sweet as industrial saccharine, telling her over and over again that the user you dialed has shut down.
She is not a person who worries about gains and losses, but she never learns to be calm when facing Nan Tianyuan.Logically speaking, those who are close to Zhu are red. 25-year-old Zhou Ruoxing has lived with Nan Tianyuan for more than a year, but he is still as casual as a person who has not learned he at all.
In late autumn in the south of the Yangtze River, the heat is still dragging its tail. Even at night, hot flashes still come in waves.
The night is silent and the air conditioner is humming.Neon slipped through the gaps in the curtains and reflected on the ceiling and walls, creating exaggerated and strange light and shadow.The heart of the boat is like water drops on the glass, moist and sticky.
She dialed the number again, same result.Holding the phone, her eyelids trembled, she couldn’t hold on any longer, and she slowly fell into dreamland.In the dream, it was still that typhoon day, and Nan Tianyuan came to Coach Guo’s office to pick her up and take her home.
She said, why don’t you answer my call?
He said, my phone never rang, Nuo Nuo, look.
There is indeed no call from her in the recent call records.Zhou Ruoxing’s sense of time and space was broken again, and his whole person was cut into pieces and thrown into the vortex of time.She stretched out her hand towards he, desperately trying to grab it, but it was getting further and further away.In the process of spiraling down, she shouted, Nantianyuan, Nantianyuan, husband… But all the sounds were hidden.She entered the vacuum, broke into the black hole, and her consciousness gradually became ethereal.
“Husband!” She opened her eyes, turned over and sat up, her heart beating wildly, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.The air conditioner stopped for some reason, and the night before dawn became cooler.The phone was still next to the pillow, and she opened it again.No, there was no response from Nan Tianyuan.
On Saturday afternoon, Zhou Shengge’s reporting performance was held at the Grand Theater.He has been practicing violin in the Children’s Palace since he was a child. He lost countless teachers because of his anger, and finally got himself into the orchestra.Zhou Ruoxing feels that he is not talented enough, so stop torturing yourself and your parents.He is extremely persistent. Although every selection is a sideline, he eventually settles down in the band.
Although they are siblings from the same father and mother, Zhou Shengge and Zhou Ruoxing are different.Zhou Ruo is used to being casual, and in her eyes, everything is the same.Chasing stars is for spiritual sustenance, and playing football is for gaining enkephalins and sublimating friendships.
Zhou Shengge always said that she had no culture, no elegance, and no pursuit.Zhou Ruoxing said, you are too persistent in everything, and you are too tired to live at such a young age.Zhou Shengge admitted that he is a persistent person, and it is this persistence that supports him to accomplish many things.No matter how impossible it seems.
The red velvet curtain opened, and Zhou Shengge looked like a young adult wearing a suit and tie. He sat on the stage, focusing on the music score in front of him and pulling the strings.
Xuan Feiran picked up the camera and focused it.Zhou Ruoxing sat next to her and asked in a low voice, where is your boyfriend?She specially emphasized the word “male”.Xuan Feiran turned the camera, adjusted the focus angle, clicked it a few times, put it down, and looked back at the photo, “I told your brother on purpose.”
If the boat is moving, it will be stopped.Quickly splice future memories together.Xuan Feiran actually saw through this kid’s mind.Zhou Shengge is only 15 years old, and Xuan Feiran only regards him as his younger brother. She chewed gum and continued, “I don’t want to disappoint him, and I’m here for your sake.”
“Actually, you can also invite Mu Juan.” Zhou Ruoxing whispered.
Xuan Feiran was silent, rarely quiet.Half-paid, he replied very awkwardly, “He is not my boyfriend.”
The two of them sat in the corner of the front row and whispered a few words, causing the people next to them to cough and remind them to be quiet.Zhou Ruoxing is not interested in symphony at all. She can be called a musical desert. Her only musical literacy comes from Nan Tianyuan.
Nan Tianyuan set up a small piano room on the first floor, and occasionally played a few songs on a whim.He said, Nuo Nuo, let’s play together as a couple, and I’ll teach you.Zhou Ruoxing doesn’t want to learn. He often loses the patience after sitting for half an hour. He hangs on his chest and relies on his beauty to commit crimes. Then next time I will teach you how to shoot.
Nan Tianyuan lowered his eyes, kissed and smiled, I am better at shooting than you.
So Zhou Ruoxing, who was sitting in the audience, turned red while listening to classical music.
Thunderous applause interrupted her thoughts. When she came back to her senses, the performance was over and the conductor turned around to thank her.
Luo Yiyang and Zhou Qinglang had already prepared a large bouquet of perfume lilies and found Zhou Shengge in the background.Xuan Feiran took pictures of his family of four, and Zhou Shengge said, “Sister, let’s take one too.”
Zhou Ruoxing said yes, he said, who called you?
he walked up to Xuan Feiran with the bouquet in his arms, less shy, and asked in a gentlemanly manner, “Sister, is it okay?”
Zhou Ruoxing raised his cell phone.Xuan Feiran has a single eye hanging on his chest, his eyes are bright and soft, and he looks at the camera at a 45-degree angle.Zhou Shengge stood upright, placed the bouquet between the two of them, put his right hand on Xuan Feiran’s waist, and tried hard to smile naturally.
When Zhou Ruoxing took this photo of the two of them for the first time, it was just a casual thing.But this time, she stood in front of them and smiled in admiration for no reason.Her brother is really persistent, please give him a few more angles to help him retain this beautiful moment.
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