66 Lipstick
Nie Changhuan naturally saw it too.
She subconsciously glanced at Nie Manshuang next to her.
Nie Manshuang seemed to have known it a long time ago. At this moment, his face was full of witty smiles, and he tilted his head over there: "Chang Huan, what are you doing in a daze? Get in the car quickly."
Nie Changhuan's face suddenly became hot, embarrassed and sweet, and said softly, "The uncle and aunt, I'll just... pass."
"Fine, go quickly!" Nie Manshuang knew she was embarrassed, and smiled and pushed her.
With his head buried, Nie Changhuan walked to the side of the car in a hurry, raising his eyes to look at the man sitting in the back seat.
She had obviously seen this face countless times, but when she saw it again today, she always felt that it was different from before.
She thought, probably because, in the past, Fu Xingye was just Fu Xingye. But now, this is her Fu Xingye.
"Miss Chang Huan, please get in the car." Chen Yanchuan stood on the other side and opened the door for her.
Sitting in the back seat, Fu Xingye heard Chen Yanchuan's voice and turned his face to this side, and the corners of his lips immediately brought an imperceptible smile.
Knowing that he couldn't see it, Nie Changhuan saw him smiling and couldn't help but smiled, lowered his head and walked around the rear of the car and sat beside him.
She didn't dare to get too close to him, she always felt embarrassed.
Fu Xingye became more casual, stretched out her long arms, and brought her into her arms.
But even when he brought her into his arms, he didn't speak, and he didn't seem to be used to such an intimate relationship.
The two of them kept that intimate posture, but the expressions on their faces were tight, as if they were not very happy.
Chen Yanchuan peeked through the endoscope, feeling a little bit dumbfounded, so he had to help his young master to make the rounds: "Miss Changhuan, have you had breakfast?"
Nie Changhuan nodded immediately and asked Chen Yanchuan: "Have you eaten?"
Chen Yanchuan said: "I have eaten it."
Nie Changhuan nodded, and then this conversation ended, and the atmosphere was suddenly more embarrassing than before.
It was in this embarrassment that Fu Xingye suddenly laughed.
Nie Changhuan blushed immediately, and quietly tugged his sleeves, complaining: "You still laugh!"
Chen Yanchuan was also helpless.
Fu Xingye smiled deeper, and the hand that fell on her shoulders squeezed her puffed face: "Aren't you motion sickness? Lean on me, I call you when it comes to me."
Nie Changhuan was a little touched, but Chen Yanchuan was here, she was embarrassed to really lean forward, and she glanced at the needle eye on the back of Fu Xingye's hand, and immediately became a little nervous: "You haven't been discharged yet, is it okay to come out like this? I can follow Uncle went to school together, or you should go back to the hospital as soon as possible!"
Nie Changhuan looked at Chen Yanchuan and wanted him to stop, but Fu Xingye dragged her back into his arms, raised an eyebrow and asked her, "In your heart, Fu Sanshao is so weak and uneasy?"
"I'm worried about you!" Nie Changhuan retorted subconsciously. After realizing what she had said, her face became a little hot, but she had to say this, but her voice went low, "I don't want you to take any risks anymore."
After you like a person, you will care about him, care about his every bit, and hope that everything is well for him.
Fu Xingye was startled slightly, then he tilted his head to the outside of the car window. When he turned his head, he swung Nie Changhuan's head and forced her into his arms: "Go to sleep."
Nie Changhuan curled his lips, thinking that he didn't want someone to control him, so he didn't say more. She arched into Fu Xingye's arms, found a relatively comfortable posture in that hard chest, and fell asleep in a deep sleep.
When I woke up again, I was already downstairs in the classroom.
Today’s class is a purely theoretical class, and it's the second major session in the morning.
This is when the first major get out of class is over. The students walked out of the classroom in groups and saw the luxury cars parked downstairs, especially Chen Yanchuan standing next to the luxury cars, both men and women. They all cast their gazes over.
Nie Changhuan shrank in the car and refused to go down. She didn't want to show off.
But Fu Xingye seemed to be determined to sing against her. He got out of the car first. He got out of the car, and the handsome and graceful scum with glasses suddenly caused the surrounding screams. Originally, Chen Yanchuan could still scream. If you can walk, it will stop one after another.
Listening to the screams of the little girls outside, Nie Changhuan felt proud and sour in his heart, and couldn't help turning his body to look out.
At this time, Fu Xingye opened the door of the car, and Nie Changhuan froze and stared at so many eyes outside.
Fu Xingye bent over and turned his head towards her, and handed her a hand: "Get out of the car."
In front of so many people, she didn't want to take Fu Xingye's hand. If it had been before, she would have really avoided his hand.
But now the relationship between the two has changed. She couldn't bear Fu Xingye's face in front of so many people. Even if she didn't want to, she still put her hand in his palm.
Fu Xingye squeezed her tightly and led her out of the car.
She bent down and raised her eyes to stand up straight. She looked at Fu Xingye sheepishly and grotesquely, and then finally, because of her shyness, she pursed her lips and lowered her head to hide from Fu Xingye. Every frame was beautiful and seductive.
At this moment, even many boys stopped and looked at Nie Changhuan without concealing their gazes.
"Which major is she, how come I haven't seen it before?" This kind of question rang one after another among the students. Of course, boys asked each other a lot.
Tang Sihuai, who had originally looked at Nie Changhuan intently, saw a male student standing not far in front of him collided with his classmate: "It was definitely not from our school before. Otherwise, I couldn't have known it today! "
"So what do you know? People have masters!" At this time, a girl holding a book interjected, "and this girl looks so pure, in fact, it's not something that you little boys can control. Lord. Do you know who she was last?"
"Who?"
"It's the marriage partner of our schoolgirl, Tang Family Young Master, Tang Sihuai!" The girl was filled with disdain, and added lightly, "Even Tang Sihuai's wealth can't satisfy her, what are you thinking about?"
"Cen Xingyue?" The two boys were shocked, but they exchanged glances at each other, and their speech was beginning to be dirty, "But she is here, and the position of Cen Xingyue, the school flower, must be unstable. And this is also true. Don’t blame Tang Shao, this is pure and turbulent, it must be even more tickling!"
Tang Sihuai's eyebrows sharpened, and he walked forward and gave the two boys a kick!
The two boys looked at each other when they were kicked, but they looked at Tang Sihuai's dress and didn't dare to get angry easily. Both boys stared at him with flushed faces!
Tang Yaoyao quickly walked up and took Tang Sihuai's arm: "Brother! I'm sorry, my brother is in a bad mood today."
The two boys didn't know Tang Sihuai, but as Tang Yaoyao, the recognized sweet beauty god in the school, the two must have known each other. Seeing that she was called the man brother, they instantly understood, and hurriedly slipped away.
The girl looked at Tang Yaoyao for help before, Tang Yaoyao winked at her, and she ran away immediately.
Tang Sihuai withdrew his gaze from Nie Changhuan, watched Tang Yaoyao for a few seconds, and finally threw the sentence "I can do it for myself" before turning away.
Tang Yaoyao was a little embarrassed, bit her lip and snorted, then turned around and entered the classroom.
As soon as she entered the classroom and sat down, she found that the noisy classroom suddenly became quiet. She suddenly raised her head and just saw Fu Xingye walking in through the front door of the classroom with Nie Changhuan, and the classmates who were busy or chattering in the classroom, They all stared at them in unison.
Fu Xingye seemed to be completely unaware of this and asked Nie Changhuan in his arms, "Do you usually sit in the front row or the back row?"
Nie Changhuan could feel those hot gazes full of inquiries, and she was extremely uncomfortable being seen all over, but Fu Xingye asked so, she raised her head and glanced at the entire classroom, and then lowered her head with a hurried sweep. She didn't find any vacancies. .
Seeing that she didn't answer, Fu Xingye raised his hand and tapped on the table beside him: "Didn't think about it? Then sit here."
But there are people in this seat. Nie Changhuan originally wanted to remind Fu Xingye, but in a flash, the classmate who was sitting in the seat immediately flashed, and even the two classmates next door flashed.
As students majoring in painting at Whale City University, most of them are in the circle. Even if they were not in the circle, they have almost recognized the people in the circle in the past two years.
Therefore, almost no one does not know Fu Xingye, as long as they know him, it is impossible not to know his rumors.
Nie Changhuan looked at the suddenly vacant position in a daze, then turned his head to look at Fu Xingye, feeling complicated for a while.
Sure enough, the position of power is king in any era. She hit a wall everywhere and was humiliated when she found a place, but today, Fu Xingye only needs to knock on the table.
Fu Xingye sat down on her position, and his slender fingers touched her plump and hydrated face: "Concentrate on class, I'm leaving."
Nie Changhuan was so frightened by his act of touching his face that he didn't dare to raise his head anymore, only hummed softly.
When Fu Xingye and Chen Yanchuan got to the podium, she raised her eyes to look at them.
It happened that the professor of this class came in and saw Fu Xingye staying there for a few seconds at a glance. When he really recognized the person, he hurriedly piled up smiling faces, stretched out his hands and walked towards Fu Xingye quickly.
Chen Yanchuan took a step forward and stretched out his hand first, and the professor shook Chen Yanchuan's witty shook hurriedly.
Then Nie Changhuan saw what Fu Xingye had said with the professor. The professor immediately looked around in the classroom twice, and finally nodded towards Fu Xingye and Chen Yanchuan.
After Fu Xingye and Chen Yanchuan left, the professor asked with a friendly smile on his face after the bell rang in class: "Which classmate Nie Changhuan is?"
After being named by the professor, Nie Changhuan felt like a man on his back. Before she got up and signaled, all the other students in the classroom looked at her. Now the professor knew who Nie Changhuan was.
He looked at Nie Changhuan for two seconds, nodded, and said, "Professor Yan Xiaofeng personally mounted the bamboo picture you drew when you enrolled in school, and hung it on the wall of his office. Classmate Chang Huan, You have to know that Professor Yan’s wall is not so good. He has been teaching for decades. So far, there are only a few student works on it."
As soon as he said this, the other students in the classroom exchanged glances, boosing and stunning.
Tang Yaoyao cut his voice: "I think it was copied, maybe who painted it!"
The girl sitting next to her immediately agreed: "Yes, they are all up to Fu Xingye. Even if the painting is bad, won't Professor Yan still have to save face? But Yaoyao, isn't she your brother's girlfriend? She was the one seen at the banquet, right?"
Tang Yaoyao snorted, "Don't mention my brother, just as if my brother was blind, he was in love with this kind of thing."
The girls next to them all showed a clear look, and finally someone said: "Yaoyao, such a wave of hoofs, don't you vent your anger to your brother?"
Tang Yaoyao remembered the torrential rain she had been in, and did not say anything for a while, but in the end she remembered that Tang Sihuai was wearing a green hat by Nie Changhuan. Tang Sihuai seemed sad to die, but Nie Changhuan was still proud of the spring breeze. The girl beckoned: "Don't leave after class, I want you to help me if I have something to do."
The professor on the podium and Nie Changhuan in the front row had no knowledge of Tang Yaoyao’s situation. The professor finally smiled at Nie Changhuan kindly: "Changhuan classmate, you have to treat my class well. You can’t let me be in front of Lao Yan Can't look up!"
Nie Changhuan pursed his lips and smiled and nodded heavily.
The professor smiled and started to lecture.
After this, except for the bunch of people sitting next to Tang Yaoyao, the other students' attitudes toward Nie Changhuan changed significantly. By the end of get out of class, someone had already spoken to Nie Changhuan.
This change made Liu Feifei happier than Nie Changhuan.
"Chang Huan, this is really great!" Liu Feifei approached her, frowning and carefully lowered her voice, "Before I was worried that you would not come to school because you were wronged."
Chang Nie smiled: "No, I still want to go to school to make myself better."
"Hey? Then you can sign up for the competition." Liu Feifei remembered something, and immediately trot back to her position, digging out a piece of paper from her bag and handing it to Nie Changhuan, "This competition is national, if you take it If you get an award, you have to be famous, and you can add credits, which will be of great help to your special admissions exam."
However, Cen Xingyue also participated in this competition, and she had been preparing for a long time, just wondering if Nie Changhuan would be able to compare to her... Liu Feifei was a little worried secretly, but she didn't say it, just inspiring Nie Changhuan's heart.
Nie Changhuan was immediately moved. He looked at the poster paper and then folded it in his bag with great care: "Thank you, Feifei."
Liu Feifei smiled shyly, Xiao Lu blinked and blinked, and finally asked cautiously: "Chang Huan, where do you usually go to play? If I have a chance, can I be with you?"
Nie Changhuan was a little embarrassed but also a little bit sour: In fact, she has no leisure activities at all, and usually stays at home unless necessary. The most important thing is that she has no friends to hang out with in this Whale City.
She thought for a while: "Why don't you call me next time you go out to play?"
"Okay!" Liu Feifei immediately opened her eyes and smiled, "By the way, Chang Huan, do you play Weibo? How about we also pay attention to each other?"
She, Liu Feifei, is a front-line crowd who eats melons!
But Nie Changhuan had never heard of this software, so she shook her head, but she remembered the name of the software in her heart, and was going to download it when she went home.
The class bell rang, and Liu Feifei happily returned to her seat.
Tang Yaoyao, who was sitting in the last row, couldn't wait to tear up Nie Changhuan at this moment.
She glanced at the WeChat message sent by Cen Xingyue again, gritted her teeth and poked the phone screen and replied: Why? ! I do not want it!
Cen Xingyue did not reply again.
When Tang Yaoyao returned home with anger and incomprehension, Tang Sihuai was drunk and was just sent home by the driver at home.
Tang Yaoyao pinched her nose and shook him a little disgustedly: "Brother, why did you suddenly start drinking? You weren't that bad before..."
Tang Yaoyao's voice stopped abruptly, her eyes fixed on Tang Sihuai's shirt collar, which was a woman's lipstick mark!
She first thought that the lipstick mark belonged to Nie Changhuan, but in a blink of an eye she realized that her brother saw Nie Changhuan bitterly with Fu Xingye on campus during the day, and he wouldn't be so cheap, and he would get together with Nie Changhuan at night.
So she stared at Tang Sihuai's face and wanted to question him, but suddenly she found another lipstick mark on the corner of her lips!
She was so scared that she fell on the sofa and looked at her drunk brother. She faintly realized something, but in the end she didn't figure it out.
There were a lot of upsets in her heart, and she was thinking about her tomorrow. Anyway, there was a servant to take care of him, so she ignored him and went straight back to her room. For the second question, she didn’t even have breakfast early in the morning. Eat and leave again.
As soon as she left, Tang Hanfu threw down from upstairs and threw a tablet in front of Tang Sihuai in front of the dining table: "What is this?!"
Tang Sihuai glanced faintly at the news photos on the tablet, and said nothing.
Tang Hanfu dragged a chair away in Tang Sihuai, and when he sat down, the meat on his stomach trembled. His thick and long fingers banged the tablet loudly: "'The rich and young Tang Sihuai will meet three mysterious women in one night'! Look at this title, and then look at these hugging photos! Your reputation for cleanliness for so many years is all over! There will be another serious girl willing to talk to you in the future?! How can I explain to the Cen family?!"
Tang Sihuai picked up the chopsticks, did not look at the photos, only smiled: "I am such a person. Isn't it a good thing not to harm others?"
"You fart!!" Tang Sihuai was flushed with anger by his young son's inattentiveness. He grabbed a porcelain plate beside him. He wanted to hit Tang Sihuai on his head, but he couldn't bear it in the end. The hand paused, the porcelain plate hit the table, but the broken pieces of the porcelain plate still flew straight away, Tang Sihuai subconsciously tilted his head to hide, and a fragment still cut his forehead!
The flesh was turned over immediately, and the blood flowed down.
Tang Hanfu was dumbfounded.
Tang Sihuai raised his hand and wiped the blood that had flowed to his eyelids. He acted indifferently. He drew a paper towel to his side, and he didn't care to wipe it off. Tang Hanfu, who finally reacted, slapped it away.
Tang Hanfu shouted at the servant who was still stunned: "What are you still doing?! Why don't you get the first aid kit, and the driver! Hurry up and call the driver!"
Tang Sihuai looked at the busy Tang family and allowed Tang Hanfu and the servants to toss on his forehead. He squinted his eyes and leaned on the dining chair, but what he thought was: I don’t know that Nie Changhuan knew he was injured. In the future, will you take the initiative to come and see him.