Chapter 19

The apology from the two men was loud. After they finished speaking, they looked at Du Jingmo. They couldn’t wait for a reply for a long time. Finally, they couldn’t help but ask, “Miss Du, can you forgive us?”

Du Jingmo slowly tilted his head and asked a sincere rhetorical question: “So you are apologizing to me? But it’s not me that you are sorry for, why are you apologizing to me?”

The serious victim, Zhao Qingdai, was sitting next to her. These two men didn’t even plan to look at her, and they still had the face to ask if they could forgive her. It was really funny.

Du Jingmo was obviously playing tricks on purpose. The man’s complexion changed and changed, but he had already reached this point. At this time, another attack would be a waste. They could only endure the ugly complexion and turned towards Zhao Qingdai, once again. Apologize, the attitude is more blunt.

Zhao Qingdai twitched the corners of her mouth and sneered in her heart.

Looking at this humiliation and bearing the burden, those who didn’t know thought they were the one who was wronged.

She rolled her eyes, leaned on Du Jingmo’s shoulder, lowered her slender eyelashes, and her voice was aggrieved and pitiful: “Sister, when I think about what happened last night, I’m still so scared, I don’t want to see them, you Let them go, okay?”

Du Jingmo patted her on the shoulder twice and said ok in a soft voice. Looking up at the two men again, there was a dazzling indifference and rejection in her eyes: “You two heard it, then please, I won’t give it away.”

She neither said forgiveness nor unforgiveness. The two of them couldn’t figure out what she was thinking. After looking at each other, they could only bite the bullet and ask, “Then the photo that Miss Du took yesterday…”

Before he could finish speaking, Du Jingmo’s voice suddenly sank: “Go away!”

After these two unclear apologies, I actually wanted to settle the matter, how could there be such a good thing?

Seeing that the two wanted to continue their entanglement, Du Jingmo made a direct call, and several bodyguards rushed in and dragged them away.

The speed and neatness of its movements caused Zhao Qingdai to be stunned for a moment, and asked dumbly, “Where did the bodyguard come from? Sister.”

“I’ve been there all the time, but I don’t usually show my face.” Du Jingmo saw her stunned expression that couldn’t come back to her senses. She was in a good mood instantly, and her appetite also improved. She told her aunt to go and warm up the porridge. .

She explained during the waiting time: “Rich people are afraid of death. Bodyguards are the basic configuration, but it’s too high-profile to carry around, and it’s eye-catching. They usually hide it.”

Zhao Qingdai: “…that would be too well hidden.”

How long has she lived here, it was the first time she discovered that there were bodyguards at home.

The reheated lean meat porridge was served at this moment, Du Jingmo swallowed it in one gulp, and instantly felt relieved, she asked, “You went out early in the morning, what did you do?”

Zhao Qingdai took out two leave slips and placed them on the table.

Du Jingmo tilted his head and asked the same question as the system: “I don’t think I’ve reached the point where I need someone to accompany me by the bedside. What are you asking for?”

In the same way, when the system said that Zhao Qingdai just thought it was the funny head in Aba Aba, Du Jingmo said it and she explained a little nervously: “I don’t worry about my sister, your foot hurts a lot of things. It’s not convenient, I want to take care of you.”

She has already asked for leave, and she is still thinking about her own good, Du Jingmo can’t say a word: “It’s okay to rest at home, as long as you don’t delay your studies, bring your schoolwork and I’ll check how you’re studying. .”

She has no intention of negotiating between the lines, and her attitude is natural like a big parent.

Zhao Qingdai’s mind went down for a moment, and a question mark slowly appeared on her forehead.

Du Jingmo: “Why, don’t you want to? Could it be that you haven’t taken the class seriously and dare not tell me?”

“Of course not!” Zhao Qingdai retorted.

That is to say, after her awakening, she was not so concerned about her studies. Before that, she had always been a good student. From her studies, everything to her looks, she was always at the level of a green tea king.

She just felt that the current scene seemed a little weird.

After Du Jingmo seriously commented on her works and made professional suggestions, this strange feeling became even more serious.

Why did her long-awaited alone time turn into a make-up class?

Du Jingmo tapped her forehead with the pen: “Why do I feel that your rejection is very serious? Didn’t I teach you this before?”

Thirteen or fourteen-year-old Zhao Qingdai needs to do her best just to survive, so how can she take care of other things? At that time, let alone studying hard, she sometimes even skipped classes to do odd jobs.

It was only after she met Du Jingmo that she finally picked up the book, she had goals and goals, and she also had the opportunity to go to a university with her sister.

The help Du Jingmo and the Du family have given her is not only material, but also spiritual.

Thinking of the past, Zhao Qingdai’s eyes softened: “I’m just thinking, it’s rare for my sister to rest at home, is it possible that she has to waste time on me these few days?”

Du Jingmo replied as a matter of course: “How could it be a delay for you?”

She always keeps close words on her lips, just like she looks cool and cold, but her feelings are direct and warm.

Du Jingmo’s love for painting comes from her heart, and it has become a habit to copy and paint every day. She first helped Zhao Qingdai instruct the latest works, and then she moved to the studio with determination.

Only when she held the brush in her hand did she feel that today’s time was not wasted.

“It’s a pity that I can’t paint the scenery outside, and I don’t have a model, so I can only paint some still lifes.” She said this, her hands kept moving.

She has already drawn thousands of times about things at home, and now she can pick up a pen to draw purely because of her love.

Zhao Qingdai’s mouth turned faster than her head: “Isn’t there still me? I’m a model for my sister.”

Du Jingmo paused, turned his head slowly, and raised half of his eyebrows high.

Her surprise was written on her face, and she didn’t even notice that the oil paint dripped onto the drawing paper and fainted.

Zhao Qingdai: “!”

She has been so presumptuous recently, she dares to blurt out anything!

Unlucky Du Jingmo still refused to let her go, and asked with a half-smile, “We are all art students. The model you are talking about and the model I understand mean the same thing, right?”

“Mannequins?”

When Zhao Qingdai grew up, it was the first time she realized what social death was.

She blushed and explained dryly: “I just… want to contribute to my sister’s artistic career. The purpose is very simple, and the thought is also very pure. There is no other meaning.”

What does it mean to get darker and darker? It’s called.

“I didn’t say you had any other intentions, why are you scared like this?” Du Jingmo bit the inside of his mouth, trying his best to keep his expression tight, not letting his mockery be too obvious.

However, this cover-up didn’t have any effect, she was shaking slightly with her shoulders, and she almost laughed out loud.

Zhao Qingdai: “…”

The parties are now regretful, very regretful.

She was about to burn in embarrassment, and Du Jingmo finally found out in his conscience that he was no longer smiling so happily, and decided to give her a step down: “Since you have brought it up, I’ll be satisfied and paint you a picture. Bar.”

Zhao Qingdai was a little hesitant, and while struggling, she put her hand on the hem: “…Is this appropriate?”

Du Jingmo is a serious painter, but she is not necessarily a serious model. When she thinks of that scene, she is already blushing, feeling guilty and nervous. Is it worth it if she really started to draw?

“If you put on your clothes, they will naturally fit.” Du Jingmo removed the discarded drawing paper and laid a new one. “Be pure in your thoughts, don’t think too much.”

The system floated out and said viciously: “That’s right, put on some clothes!”

There are actually vicious female supporting roles with such impure thoughts in this world! It’s a funny head to look at it will be outrageous!

Zhao Qingdai, who was suddenly attacked from left and right: “…”

She put her hands behind her back and punched the system, trying to bring the topic back to the right path: “Then do I need to change my clothes and find a suitable angle?”

Du Jingmo shook his head: “You don’t need to prepare so much, you are already good-looking enough.”

Even if Zhao Qingdai was so embarrassed that she was about to pull out a dream castle, Du Jingmo could calm her down with just one sentence.

Zhao Qingdai began to look forward to being a model and painting.

She realized her feelings because of a painting. At that time, she didn’t even dare to pick up a pen, let alone anything else. Now this scene is really a little exciting.

It was only the painting proposed by Du Jingmo that was not completed in the end.

Not long after she wrote the pen, the phone rang. It was a classmate from the same department as her. She was originally in the same dormitory, but she basically never lived in a dormitory, but everyone had a good relationship.

I heard that she was injured and wanted to ask for leave. Sasha had already called to condolence, but she called again after the morning passed.

Du Jingmo put down the brush and connected the phone: “What’s wrong? I haven’t been to class for a long time, can’t I restrain my longing for me?”

Zhao Qingdai stared at her for a moment.

Her tone was casual and natural, and she spoke with a laugh, so she could tell that the **** the other end of the phone had a good relationship.

Zhao Qingdai couldn’t help thinking in her heart: “At the time when I was deliberately estranged from my sister, was this girl who was on the phone with her?”

The more she thought about it, the more sour she became. She felt sour and felt that her mentality was not good, so she comforted herself: “My sister has never lived in a dormitory, and I must be the only one who has ever slept with her, and no one else has this treatment. .”

“I’m the one my sister likes.”

Sasha had no idea that a single phone call could elicit a lemon essence.

She didn’t have the heart to joke, and said eagerly: “Go online and have a look, you’ve been fleshed out!”