Jin Ruge's clear eyes seemed to be calmly passing through the neon lights in the night, but a familiar shadow suddenly appeared in his mind. Three years ago, who said that love is just a fleeting thing?

Things, but she didn't think about it, but her heart paid for it with a longer and longer lovesickness.

The taxi driver stopped the car and reminded kindly: "Miss, Huafeng Building is here."

"Okay." She took out her wallet to pay and got out of the car.

The cool night breeze wrapped around her exposed neck. She unconsciously crossed her arms, stepped on a pair of silver high heels, and trotted into the building with light steps.

If her brother hadn't put her masterpiece in the art exhibition today without her consent, she would have chosen to dive in the hotel until the exhibition was over and returned to Paris.

She has been content with her current life. Thinking of her two-and-a-half-year-old son's innocent and cute attitude, she feels very satisfied. She does not want her life to be disrupted again because of a painting from three years ago.

Painting exhibition scene.

The golden wallpaper with beautiful totems, the bright and beautiful crystal chandelier, the spacious and winding corridor, and the quiet and distant violin music.

Ling Yu's slender figure stood proudly like a lotus in front of a mural. His face was calm, but his heart could not be calm for a long time.

After he came in, he looked at everything but seemed to have a special liking for this painting.

The organizer manager looked at him with a smile: "Master Ling, do you like this painting?"

Ling Yu nodded.

The manager explained with a smile: "This is a new work. It tells the story of a young woman's unethical love affair with her uncle."

Ling Yu still nodded.

The manager saw that he refused to leave, staring at the painting in front of him as if he was crazy, so he further explained: "Mr. Ling, when this painting was submitted for election in France, several senior painters at the organizer were moved by it.

I cried, especially Mr. Salenc, the godfather of French oil painters, who also said that it would be impossible to paint such desperate emotions if someone had not had an unforgettable love experience. Therefore, the author of this painting is now fortunate to be Salenc.

Mr. Lanke’s favorite disciple.”

Ling Yu's eyes flashed, his haughty body remained motionless, but the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised an arc of satisfaction.

His dark pupils reflected the name of the artist: Jin Ruge.

He knew that this time, as long as he guarded the painting, she would definitely come.

Sure enough, after a while, there was a sudden rush of footsteps behind him, and then a familiar fragrance lingered in the air around Ling Yu, making him unable to help himself for a moment.

"Manager Zhang, do you still remember me? When I got off the plane at noon, I had dinner with my teacher and you. I am the author of this painting "Forbidden Pleasure", Jin Ruge."

Jin Ruge's excited little paws tightly grasped Manager Zhang's sleeves, looking at him expectantly.

She came trotting all the way just now, her rosy little face was as pink as a peach, and her impeccable facial features were so exquisite that no one could ignore them. Together with her slightly panting and half-opened mouth at the moment, and her rising and falling chest,

The big bright black waves spread out wantonly, making her face as white as cream even more beautiful and indescribably enchanting.

Manager Zhang swallowed his saliva, his eyes full of surprise: "Of course I remember you. Miss Jin, what's the matter?"

"Manager Zhang, I will not exhibit this painting. My senior brother doesn't know it. He didn't get my consent. I want to take it away now, otherwise I may get into trouble for it."

Her voice was as melodious as a nightingale, and she had no idea what kind of physiological reaction she would have if a normal man saw her so charming and charming in her embarrassment at this moment.

Before Manager Zhang could say anything, her waist tightened, her little body spun, and her body fell into a solid embrace.

Facing those big smiling eyes, Jin Ruge's brain suddenly shut down.

"Who said that besides me, she can't see any other man in her eyes? How come I'm standing here so well, but you don't recognize me?"

Ling Yu looked at her beautiful little face in amusement, turning from pink to astonishment, and then from astonishment to constriction. He stared obsessively, taking in all her charms, and he didn't even want to blink.

Jin Ruge quickly returned to his thoughts. She put her hands on his chest, trying to open up a world where she could breathe freely.

"I'm sorry, I don't know you."

Seeing her resisting him so much, Ling Yu's expression quickly turned cold. He raised his eyebrows slightly: "You don't know me, so you attack my breasts?"

She was stunned and quickly removed her hands that were still trying to open his chest, but she missed seeing the glimmer of success hidden deep in his eyes.

Jin Ruge had enchanting black long wavy hair, a calm and restrained temperament, and a white and elegant dress with a full skirt. For a moment, Ling Yu suspected that he had recognized the wrong person.

The little lunatic in her mind who was dressed in military uniform and had a tomboy short haircut, who was unbridled, willful, and rebellious, who cried out that even if he was her uncle, she would still love him until death. After she left resolutely

In the past three years, there hasn't been a day that hasn't been buried deeply in his heart.

Why was it that when she came back, he couldn't keep up with her?

He stared at her with intense eyes, but saw her suddenly take a deep breath, then raise her beautiful little face and smile at him in a very commercial way, with obvious alienation in her eyes, and her tone was also strange as never before: "

Sir, I really don’t remember you.”

Ling Yu looked at her face quietly, and the next second, she was hugged tightly by him. The two bodies that had fit together too many times, three years later, fit tightly together again.

Her face was burning, but he put his sexy thin lips close to her ear and teased: "You don't remember me when I put on clothes? Or do you have to be in your body to remember me?"

Shall I come?"

Jin Ruge stared at him in disbelief. She could not imagine that a spotless, arrogant and arrogant man would say such a thing.

Her lowered hands were clenched into fists, and her nails were deeply embedded in her flesh.

He put his cheek against her neck with nostalgia, caressing her delicate skin: "You, a heartless little thing, can you forget the man you have been?"

Her body felt like it was struck by lightning!

She had fantasized about meeting him again countless times. Every time she rehearsed it in her mind, she told herself to be strong, calm, and then ignore him!

However, she could not ignore the emotions surging inside her.

Only then did she realize that after three years, even if she just heard his voice with her back turned, he could still easily control all her emotions.

Thinking of her two-and-a-half-year-old son, Jin Ruge told herself that even if she couldn't control her heart, she could control her body and her words.

No matter what, she couldn't let her lovely and innocent son be charged with being a "product of incest".

She leaned close to his ear and called out strangely: "Uncle!"

Ling Yu's body froze, and the aura around her body instantly dissipated because of her words.

His eyes moved to her little face, and he finally chose to let her go.

Manager Zhang on the side was stunned. Ling Yu glanced at him coldly: "I packed this painting, and I took this woman with me."

After saying that, he dragged her out like a sack.

"Uncle! What are you doing?"

"Aren't you refusing to call me uncle even to death? I'll take you to the hospital for a DNA test. I want to know who your uncle is! I have no blood relationship with you at all!"

——Three years ago, Province K, City B.

Jin's study room.

Jin Ruge bit her lip and stood in front of her father, Jin Moqing, with a pale face and uneasy heart.

What her father was holding tightly in his hand at the moment was her college entrance examination admission ticket. He stared at the time on the wall clock, watching the minute hand move to the 12 position little by little. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

After waiting patiently for another minute, I opened my eyes, picked up the phone, and started calling the score investigation hotline.

Jin Ruge began to sweat on her forehead, because how could she not know what her own college entrance examination scores were?

The father's tall figure stood upright. After dialing the phone and entering the admission ticket number, he quickly took a pen and paper and started recording his daughter's scores.

After a while, my father's face became more and more ugly, and the hand holding the pen began to tremble!

Jin Ruge thought, it's over!

Father hung up the phone, leaned forward, put his hands on the table, twitched the corners of his eyes and shouted: "Jin Ruge!"

Her body trembled: "Yes!"

Her father raised his eyelids and stared at her eagerly. He almost said through gritted teeth: "How good of you. As a major general in the military region, what kind of battles have I not seen? It's good of you. With just a piece of college entrance examination transcript, you gave me

The three souls’ aura scared half of them away!”

Jin Ruge stood in a military posture, with nothing but nervousness and fear on his childish but beautiful face.

The mother, who had been silent all this time, had long been ordered by the chief's father to stand aside facing the wall. Looking at her husband's look of seeing a ghost, she couldn't help but wonder how bad her daughter's test scores were to make him so angry.

so.

"Chief, are Ruge's grades that bad?"

Jin Moqing heard his wife's voice, sighed, and closed his eyes as if resigned: "Both physics and biology are zero points, what do you think?"
Chapter completed!