What makes you think I will always like you?

"Such a beautiful girl took the initiative to confess her love to you, and you still have such a sad face now?"

Li Sinian saw Chen Lu like this, and the more he looked at it, the more displeased he became.

Damn it, this guy was in Versailles!

Chen Lu sighed deeply, "Oh, you don't understand."

How could a mere mortal understand how intensely Master Chen was fighting with the frog in the pot?

Originally, Liang Zhirou had been concentrating on how to keep him under her control, but now this fool no longer needs to worry about his family...

He was really afraid that he would be hung up and beaten by Liang Zhirou in the future. Liang Zhirou would dare to bang him against the wall when she was drunk.

How is this different from waking up one day and suddenly finding that you have been cooked by a frog?

"Are you pretending..." Li Sinian mouthed the two words, "What?"

He looked at Jiang Chao again, "Where are you, boss?"

Jiang Chao scratched his nose twice in embarrassment, and after holding it in for a long time, he was finally willing to tell the truth: "Liu Yan said at the beginning that she would kill me if I didn't confess to her."

"Forget it, I'll figure it out on my own." Li Sixiang breathed a sigh of relief. Neither of these two people was normal.

"Actually, there is no need for others to teach you any experience. Whether confession will work or not...you already knew it before you confessed, didn't you?" Chen Lu shook the wine glass in his hand and said softly.

Fortunately, they were all chatting now, and no one noticed that he didn't drink much at the moment and had been raising fish.

I don't know how long it took, but the other two people were almost drunk, and they were lying on the sofa with their heads up, looking half asleep.

Chen Lu was not a big drinker, but he never got drunk. He sat on the sofa next to him and watched anime all afternoon.

"The Burial of Florian".

This was the anime Liang Zhirou recommended to him when he saw Liang Zhirou drawing fan illustrations.

After all, this Hanhan now has her own account with [-] fans to run, and she must learn about some popular anime or comics.

That's what an artist account is all about. Whether it's a WB or a small website, if you keep drawing what fans want to see, fans will keep paying attention, and your popularity will slowly increase.

But he wanted to see what kind of anime could make Liang Zhirou recommend it with red eyes and say: "I will definitely die in front of you in the future."

This silly brain circuit sometimes just... focuses on something different.

Just halfway through watching it, his phone suddenly vibrated.

Liang Zhirou sent a video.

Chen Lu clicked it with a curious look on his face, and saw a young man and young lady dressed as a Haidilao waiter twisting around in the screen.

However, in the video, only the backs of the two waiters can be seen, and it is obvious that the two waiters are dancing with people at other tables.

"How many years have I gone through alone, and I am used to seeing the light of a sword illuminate the dark night~

How to tell the difference between a hero and a devil, a snap of the fingers can only make you dream for a moment~"

Chen Lu: [Eating Haidilao with Lin Miaomiao? ]

Liang Zhirou: [Yes, can you dance? ]

Chen Lu: [Just kidding, I...can I not do it? ]

Liang Zhirou: [Of course, what you said is so strange. ]

......

On the other side, the long-haired girl held her chin with one hand and returned her gaze to the bottom of the tumbling pot.

She was not interested in other people's dancing, she just thought it was fun and wanted to share it with Chen Lu.

"These things are so expensive..." Liang Zhirou pointed to the various things on the table and whispered to Lin Miaomiao.

This plate of bullfrog alone is so expensive. For 44 yuan, you can buy a lot of ribs.

And she didn’t dare to eat it.

Lin Miaomiao looked happily while holding up her mobile phone, showing her cute tiger teeth, "What does it matter? I just came here to watch the dance!"

When the waiter in the distance finished dancing, she stopped looking and turned her head to eat.

It seems that you can ask the waiter to come and dance in front of you, but forget it, it will be very hard for people to dance once.

Not to mention that my best friend is still afraid of society.

"By the way, how's your contract negotiation going?" Lin Miaomiao suddenly remembered that Liang Zhirou was really good now, and her talent was beyond the reach of someone like her who had been painting since childhood.

Maybe in a few years, she will be able to sell a bunch of Liang Zhirou's autographs everywhere.

In addition to being unable to avoid the flaws that inevitably arise from the short time it takes to learn to paint, such as the human body, Liang Zhirou's sensitivity to composition and atmosphere is a dimensionality-reducing blow to many painters who have been practicing for many years.

And these are precisely the things that are most difficult to accumulate over time. This is a kind of innate spirituality.

If the poet Li Taibai did not have a spirituality that is almost unparalleled, he would not be able to write a poem like "raising a glass to invite the bright moon, facing the shadow to form three people." For artistic creators, this thing is an insurmountable chasm.

Lin Miaomiao suddenly felt a little sad.

Fortunately, I met Chen Lu.

Liang Zhirou's exaggerated talent was almost buried...

"There are two companies looking for me...can I sign with both?"

Liang Zhirou muttered in a low voice that another company had just contacted her, and she hadn't figured out how to tell Chen Lu yet.

In addition to the original Two-dimensional mobile game, the previous company that specializes in female-oriented mobile games has just contacted her and wants to sign a long-term contract.

It was the type that Chen Lu repeatedly told her to draw as little as possible, and to draw a lot of male characters.

In fact, she quite likes to draw illustrations for female-oriented games. After all, although she is not interested in paper figures, this way she can take advantage of others...

No, it’s just taking advantage of the situation.

That’s not right, I didn’t take advantage of it! It’s just a clean collection of materials!

What bad intentions could a mere socialist painter Mu Zhimu have?

"You can sign with two companies as soon as you draw it. This does not mean that you will work for another company. Short-term outsourcing will become long-term outsourcing. No one will care how many companies you sign with." Lin Miaomiao was stunned, "But now you You shouldn’t be in a hurry to use money, right? Why bother working so hard.”

"I..." Liang Zhirou took a deep breath while holding on to her clothes, and her expression became determined: "I want to save a dowry."

"Are you two planning to get married now?" Lin Miaomiao subconsciously wanted to take the male spoon, but suddenly she was so hot that she took back her hand. She shook it twice and asked, "Why is it so sudden? When are you going to get married?"

Liang Zhirou's words almost caused her CPU to dry up. She was secretly glad in her heart that what she wanted to take just now was just a spoon. If she wanted to pick up vegetables, she would probably have to subconsciously reach into the pot to fish them out.

"I don't know." Liang Zhirou shook her head slowly.

Lin Miaomiao blinked in confusion.

"Can you not know when you plan to get married?"

Liang Zhirou lowered her head and pinched her fingers constantly, looking aggrieved: "It depends on when Chen Lu wants to marry me..."