Tao Yi took a deep breath and continued to talk to himself, "Can you tell me what you're drawing? The teacher wants to know that!"

Mo Tianze looked back at the canvas for a few seconds, grabbed the pen next to him, and painted it out again.

Tao Yi's heart was seized inexplicably. Why is it that such a young child would not like others to see his paintings?

"I don't know."

"Hmm? What did you say? Tao Yi was overjoyed, and Motianze spoke to her.

She was going to take this opportunity to walk into her children's hearts and see the eyes of Motianze change...

contempt?

sympathy?

It's just like saying she's an idiot right now! uuuuuuuuuuu

"I don't know why Dad came to you, and I don't care, but I didn't expect you to be such an idiot."

Motianze finished with a frown and a light voice, and walked out of his pocket with his clothes in it.

Tao Yi sighed alone in the empty studio. Why is such a little fellow so unlovable?

The moonlight came from the floor window. Tao Yi did not rush to go. She looked at the paintings in the studio one by one.

Are these paintings by Mo Tianze? It's like a person, but you can't see what a person looks like. Every picture is like this.

"What are you doing here?"

Tao Yi heard her voice turn around and saw Mojun standing at the door of the studio at night, frowning and looking at her.

"I..."

"I invite you to come as Azel's tutor, not to wander around."

"I'm not..."

Tao Yi tried to justify herself in a soft voice, but she couldn't say anything under Mojun's cold stare at night.

This person has a very powerful aura, in front of him, it seems that everyone has to submit to the same.

Mojun's eyes narrowed at night, and the wind coming from the window moved her Taoyi hair, blowing her skirt gently.

Her skin is bathed in the moonlight, as white as snow. It seems that if she touches it lightly, she can leave a red mark...

"You just said, what are you not...?"

Tao Yi raised her eyes suddenly. When was Mojun's night so close to her?

Her eyes dared not stay on him. Mojun was wearing only a shirt at night. The button on his collar was not fastened, revealing a strong and full chest.

Tao Yiyi stepped back half a step. Who knows that Mojun pushed forward half a step with her at night.

"You're not saying, you're not... What? "

Tao Yi's scalp was numb by the voice of infinite temptation, her mind was disordered, her tender lips opened and closed several times, but she did not utter a word.

Mojun looked down at night and could see that beautiful and lustful lips, innocent and tempting, in front of himself, as if nose tip could smell a sweet fragrance.

Suddenly, Tao Yi's mobile phone shook in her pocket and pulled back her lost mind.

She broke away from the shadow of Mojun's night and said good night in a hurry. She ran out without looking back.

Mojun's hand hung by his side at night, slowly shaking it into a fist...

Back in the room, Tao Yi dropped herself red-faced on the bed, holding a pillow in her arms and feeling annoyed.

What is she thinking?

That's Mojun Night! How can she and how can she be seduced by beauty? Or an iceberg beauty?

Tao Yi spurned himself and took out his mobile phone and glanced at it.

At one glance, the blood on her face slowly faded away.

"Tomorrow Tao Rou and Rongtian will return home and have a meal at home."

...

Tao Yi looked up at the magnificent villa, hesitating in his steps.

At first, she insisted on leaving her children, and had a conflict with her father, so she had to move out and live by herself.

Press the doorbell and Nanny Chen opens the door. "Sister and sister are back."

Tao Yi handed it over. "Is Dad at home?"

"Sir is not at home."

Tao Yi's disappointment flashed in his eyes and went into the living room. The original cheerful atmosphere suddenly stagnated.

"Yo, Tao Yi is back." Du Ruoxin's eyes flashed with disgust.

Tao Yi did not answer, but looked at the person sitting on the sofa. Five years did not see him add maturity, stability, casual sit, but there is a hidden nobility.

Yeah, now he's the chief conductor of the Philharmonic Orchestra at a young age, and the object of all women's worship.

You need to look up.