PFC Chapter 217 Full of Love
Chapter 217 Full of Love
"Do you like drinking very much?" Huo Yan smacked his lips secretly and couldn't help asking.
Zhuang Zhoucheng paused and looked back at her. Yes, this little thing was paying attention to him.
"Occasionally." Zhuang Zhou said.
"Why not put the books there? Isn't this a study?" Huo Yan asked again.
Her major includes interior and exterior architecture, so interior design is also part of her major.
Zhuang Zhoucheng's villa is her best real-life teaching material.
If you are studying design but your horizons are limited and you only see things you have never seen before, how can you design?
It is impossible to design a good work just by imagining things.
Only when you have seen and touched it with your own eyes can you put it into practice when designing such things.
"According to your understanding, it's wrong to say that eating noodles is the same as eating rice?" Zhuang Zhoucheng actually lowered his posture and made a joking remark.
Huo Yan was stunned. "Ah? This, it's not the same as..."
Zhuang Zhoucheng saw her silly and naive look, which was quite cute. He raised his hand and pinched her face, saying:
"come and see."
He pulled the person over and pointed at the desk and said:
"I'll put a table here for you, okay? And the computer is here, so you can play computer games and do things like that, okay?"
"You!" Huo Yan suddenly looked at Zhuang Zhoucheng:
"Are you going to buy me a computer? I already have one at school."
"If you don't live on campus, you can bring your computer here."
Zhuang Zhoucheng's tone suddenly became indifferent, and his eyes fell on her face.
"No." Huo Yan refused immediately.
After a pause, he nodded and said:
"Well, you decide."
She didn't want too many of his things, but then she thought, the computer was left with him, so she wouldn't take it away when she left.
So, it’s just borrowing.
"Be good." Zhuang Zhoucheng rubbed her head and said.
Zhuang Zhoucheng's desk is "L"-shaped, with his office computer placed at the turning point.
The place he just pointed to was the other side of the turning point. If you put a table in a row, it would be a "T" shape.
The desk is wide enough so that people can share it and sit opposite each other without disturbing each other.
"If the school assigns you homework in the future, bring it back. Don't just hang around in school all the time." Zhuang Zhoucheng said.
This was right under his nose. How could he know what she was doing at school?
The less time you spend in school, the fewer opportunities you'll have to hang out with those young boys.
Huo Yan retorted softly:
“No fooling around.”
Zhuang Zhoucheng ignored him and turned directly to the desktop:
"Do your homework and draw the blueprints right here, and the computer is over there. Any objections?" Zhuang Zhoucheng asked directly.
Huo Yan shook her head, and Zhuang Zhoucheng nodded with satisfaction. He pulled her around the table, walked inside the table, and came to Zhuang Zhoucheng's computer.
The two monitors are supported in the air with the simplest structure. The height of the screen is just right for Zhuang Zhoucheng to reach, which is very ergonomic.
Of course, this is only the most suitable position for Zhuang Zhoucheng. If Huo Yan sits down, it will be too high.
Zhuang Zhoucheng pulled a chair, pressed Huo Yan down, and said:
"See what you like."
Zhuang Zhoucheng turned on the computer, printed out the electronic pictures sent by Siyu in color, and handed them to Huo Yan one by one.
It's a sofa, and it's obviously a top-quality sample of home textiles.
"Is it from Italy?" Huo Yan asked after seeing the first picture.
Zhuang Zhoucheng nodded, rubbed her hair sideways, and said with a smile:
"It wasn't in vain."
Huo Yan laughed happily after being praised, and immediately said:
"Italian products are famous. Others can only imitate the exterior, but the details are impossible to imitate. That's why they are so recognizable."
As for famous brands, the most important thing is to win in terms of materials and texture, which is why they always dominate the market.
The main reason is that he is good at everything.
No matter how good the imitation is, due to cost considerations, not too much investment will be made in materials, and at most the shape can be imitated.
Among Italian home textiles, there are several brands that are doing very well, with high recognition, avant-garde design, and first-class texture. They have always been at the forefront of the world.
Huo Yan's starting course this semester is furniture design, which is perfect because he can learn and use it right away.
Zhuang Zhoucheng nodded and said:
“See which series you like.”
Huo Yan turned around and looked at Zhuang Zhoucheng who was still printing, and said:
"Don't print it, it's too troublesome. Turn on the computer and I'll just look at the pictures."
Zhuang Zhoucheng stopped and turned to look at her. Huo Yan was staring at him with her big eyes, her pale little face expressionless.
Zhuang Zhoucheng leaned over, put his hands on both sides of the chair armrests, and held Huo Yan between his chest and the back of the chair, staring at her with burning eyes.
Huo Yan shrank his neck slightly, and his inverted heart-shaped face looked like it was directly spliced onto his shoulders.
Her neck was completely shrunken, her eyes were looking at him, and her two rows of eyelashes were slapping her lower eyelids one by one.
The small mouth is gently closed, revealing a tender pink luster.
Because he was so close, Zhuang Zhoucheng could clearly see her pursing her lips slightly and then releasing them. Her porcelain-white skin was delicate and tender, and she looked beautiful no matter how he looked at it.
Zhuang Zhoucheng raised his hand, placed his palm on her neck, moved it upwards, and rubbed her soft chin with his thumb, saying:
"Open your mouth."
Huo Yan's face twitched slightly in discomfort, but he subconsciously obeyed and opened his mouth.
The next moment, Zhuang Zhoucheng pressed his lips against hers.
The flaming tongue that had been ready for a long time was pushed directly into her mouth, hooking her tongue and teasing it fiercely.
It was quite strange, because the man who was having sex used too much force and the remaining chair of Huo Yan was pushed away.
Zhuang Zhoucheng was actually forced to evacuate from the messy greenhouse, and a strand of silver thread was pulled out with it.
Huo Yan was also a little dumbfounded. The chair moved backwards by itself, and he subconsciously put his feet on the ground to stop.
But after I finished this action, I was so embarrassed that my face turned red.
Huo Yan's face flushed red. She stole a glance at Zhuang Zhoucheng and quickly lowered her head again.
The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward. I took a domineering step forward and pushed them together with one hand, directly against the mahogany wall cabinet behind.
Resisting, there was no way to retreat. The next moment, he lifted Huo Yan's face again, and pressed his warm and domineering lips against hers again.
He held her lips and sucked hard, venting the frustration he had just felt.
After grinding for a while, he let go, held her chin, and whispered:
"Answer me, huh?"
"..."
Huo Yan's face turned red.
She looked at him with watery eyes, feeling a little helpless.
This feeling was so strong and violent that she had no idea how to react. She just stared at it stupidly, not moving an inch.