MTL - I’m a Professional at Seducing Rivals In Love [Quick Travel]-Chapter 101

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Fang Ai's hands trembled, and he almost threw the plate out. She immediately felt an itch rushing up from her back. Although she knew that the reaction was not so fast, and the itching at this time was mostly a psychological effect, the girl still turned pale.

Tan Jinxue is being entangled by several people at the moment. The other party's chatter was like a magic sound piercing through his head, which tormented his already throbbing nerves. Even looking at the bald and shiny head of one of them, he felt his stomach churning.

"—Mr. Tan?"

Fang Ai's timid voice saved Tan Jinxue.

He frowned and glanced at the girl whose expression was obviously not right, and immediately nodded "apologetically" to the middle-aged bald man who was still eloquent, and walked towards Fang Ai.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Fang Ai pursed her lips, looking anxious and restless.

"I...I just ate a cake with cherries in it..."

Tan Jinxue blinked, not understanding what was going on.

Fang Ai explained in a low voice: "Mr. Tan, I'm allergic to cherries."

When she saw Tan Jinxue's expression turned serious, "I'll take you to the hospital now."

Fang Ai was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect him to be so straightforward.

She whispered: "It should take a while for the rash to appear, or... I'll go quietly by myself."

The man gave her a serious look. Fang Ai shut up silently.

Then I saw my president greeted a few people indifferently, and pulled me straight to the outside of the banquet hall.

As soon as he went out, the coolness outside hit his face. Tan Jinxue took off her coat and put it on Fang Ai. Wei Xiaoyang received the call and hurriedly parked the car at the door.

"Let's go."

The car drove all the way to the hospital.

Fang Ai could clearly feel the tenseness of the man beside him, so she was afraid to look at him.

"Mr. Tan, you... are you not angry?"

The man next to him was taken aback, and then Fang Ai heard him sigh.

"I'm not angry." He said calmly, "I didn't know you were allergic to cherries, I'm sorry."

Fang Ai blushed a little.

When she arrived at the hospital, Fang Ai already had a rash on her body. She quietly glanced at the glass decoration passing by, and was startled by the redness and swelling on her face.

It's over.

Thinking of her roommate Lin Tingting's ardent entrustment, Fang Ai's heart collapsed.

—It’s all like this, what chance do you still seize? !

Of course, due to the quality of the CEO, there is no trace of dislike on his face. Directed Wei Xiaoyang to register, and took Fang Ai all the way to get desensitization injections.

It was half past eleven in the evening.

Tan Jinxue raised her hand to look at her watch, and asked Fang Ai, "It's still far from your school, so it's inconvenient to go back. May I help you arrange it tonight?"

It's about an hour's drive from the hospital to H University. I'm afraid Fang Ai's dormitory will be locked when we arrive.

The little girl was "injured on duty", looking at the pimple on Fang Ai's face, Tan Jinxue felt a little guilty.

But goodwill still needs to be brushed.

Fang Ai thought for a while, then nodded.

After the injection, she rested for a while, and the rash on Fang Ai's body eased a little, and she was no longer itchy, but the drug reaction and fatigue made her extremely sleepy, and she yawned one after another.

Tan Jinxue and Wei Xiaoyang helped her into the car, and Fang Ai fell asleep almost immediately. Tan Jinxue took the initiative to sit in the passenger seat.

Wei Xiaoyang asked: "Mr. Tan, where are you going?"

Tan Jinxue pondered for a moment, "Go back to Jiangbin."

He has a house in the Jiangbin villa area. Strictly speaking, No. a1, Jiangbin Yunjing Bieyuan is Tan Jinxue's private address. It's just that no one has lived in that house for a long time, so it's somewhat empty and lacks popularity.

The shock on Wei Xiaoyang's face was evident. But he absolutely didn't have the guts to explain to Tan Jinxue, so he could only drive silently.

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Fang Ai woke up thirsty.

She found herself lying on a very comfortable bed, and the soft fabric exuded a characteristic new smell.

Fang Ai, who was still a little dazed, slowly propped up his body and looked around.

Is she... in whose bedroom? ? ?

The furnishings here are not like hotel rooms at all!

Fang Ai felt a layer of goose bumps on his arms.

She belatedly touched her face, and the swelling caused by that bite of cherry layer cake at night had mostly subsided. Secretly heaving a sigh of relief, Fang Ai got up from the bed, squinted his eyes and found the slippers from the ground, and pulled them on his feet.

The soles of the slippers are soft and comfortable to step on, and you don't have to worry about making noticeable noises.

Fang Ai quietly opened the door.

It was a big house, and her location was a bedroom on the second floor, probably used as a guest room.

Downstairs is a large living room, an open kitchen, and a model room that looks like a sales office. In a word, it is uniform in style and impersonal.

A door on the second floor shimmered.

Fang Ai pressed his chest, took a deep breath, and then tiptoed over.

In the short distance of a few meters, countless ideas have flashed in her mind, among which the most suitable for the current situation, and the scariest one is the story of Bluebeard.

The door was not tightly closed, and the gap could be pushed open a little more by stretching out your fingers.

It seems that I am gradually approaching a secret. Fang Ai felt her heartbeat was deafening.

She gently pushed the door open a crack.

This appears to be a study.

Fang Ai narrowed his eyes, the room seemed very empty, there were several bookcases, and a writing desk, the desk lamp on it was on, and the faint light that Fang Ai saw just now came from here.

There is a man sitting behind the desk.

Fang Ai moved forward subconsciously.

Her eyes slowly climbed up the exposed corner of the man's trousers, and then met his eyes.

It's about Jinxue.

And Tan Jinxue must have found her.

Fang Ai vaguely felt a smile on the man's face, and suddenly felt shuddering. Realizing that she was caught peeping, she immediately stood up and wanted to escape back to the original room.

But I don't know if it was because of fright, or because the previous tossing had consumed too much energy, Fang Ai felt his legs go weak, he tripped, and was stuck in place for a while.

Tan Jinxue had already stood up and walked over, and opened the door directly.

"woke up?"

Fang Ai nodded foolishly, facing Shang Tan Jinxue's calm gaze, he didn't know what to say for a while.

Tan Jinxue smiled faintly, bent down and mixed Fang Ai up, "Come in."

Fang Ai, who was already terrified by his own imagination, heaved a sigh of relief that the object of the voyeurism did not suddenly become abnormal or violently murder. Fang Ai felt a little more real after touching the man's warm palm. She asked, "Where is this?"

Tan Jinxue glanced at her, "This is my house, Assistant Fang, don't worry." The corners of his lips curled up a little more warmly, and he said, "You wait here for a while, and I'll come."

After all, the man turned and went out.

Fang Ai was still a little nervous, he was the only one left in the room, but he calmed down.

She heard Tan Jinxue walking away, and then began to carefully look at this strange study.

There are many wooden picture frames inlaid on the wall, which contain design drawings.

Fang Ai, who majored in design, couldn't help but stepped forward to examine it carefully.

Under each design drawing, there is a simple signature. Although from the perspective of Chinese characters, the messy and random font is difficult to recognize, but Fang Ai still recognized it easily.

Because this imprint, which looks like a ghost drawing, is the signature of the internationally renowned young designer Zong Zi.

Fang Ai opened his eyes wide.

She recognized one of the drawings, which was the work that won the gold medal in the International Jewelry Design Exhibition four years ago. Although there is still a big difference between the prototype and the finished product, she is very sure of her discovery.

The lines of this drawing are messy, and there even seems to be some smudges from dripping soup on the paper.

She realized it was a first draft.

Then, Fang Ai recognized the second, third, and fourth pictures...

All are the work of that designer. Some are first drafts, some are finished drafts with a touch of virtuosity, and some are just chaotic lines. But they all signed Zong Zi's name.

Fang Ai felt weird in his heart, but at the same time marveled at the amazing talent of this designer. She looked at them one by one, and she was immersed in them unconsciously.

"Cough" Tan Jinxue coughed lightly, and only then did Fang Ai, who was blushing with excitement, come back to his senses.

He put the cup in his hand on the table and motioned to Fang Ai, "Hot milk, drink it and go back to rest."

Fang Ai's eyes flicked over the man's handsome face. She didn't know what was going on in her mind at this moment, and she blurted out a sentence—

"Do you really like Zongzi so much?"

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