little lover

When Fang Jingyao finished his meal and went to wash his hands, he saw Zhuo Yifan messing around again when he came back.

The boy with gray and white soft hair was leaning against the wall with a mop in his arms, playing with his mobile phone, typing rapidly with both hands, and his face was grim.

Fang Jingyao took a closer look at the screen of his mobile phone. It was an influential comic exchange forum in their industry. The post he opened was still an old post, asking who was the one behind this "plagiarism incident" between him and Luo Yi. .

Zhuo Yifan took care of the sky all by himself, with three accounts coming in and out to keep posting messages there, one pretending to be an enemy army asking questions, and the other two answering them righteously, even provoking himself occasionally in order not to expose his flaws , split into three personalities to tear up the things Luo Yi did together, and the post quickly became popular.

The acting skills can be said to be quite superb.

Fang Jingyao stood there watching for a while, and said with emotion: "Yifan, does your strong desire to perform come from your alma mater?"

Zhuo Yifan buried his head in typing to reply to the post, denying: "Master, don't insult my major. Although I am from Beijing Film Academy, I majored in animation."

Fang Jingyao said: "If you are so good at acting, you usually go to listen to it."

Zhuo Yifan: "..."

Zhuo Yifan: "It's not bad, the main reason is that there are many opportunities for actual combat training."

Fang Jingyao is a person who goes with the flow. Although Zhuo Yifan is a bit arrogant, his skills are there. He basically won all the prizes, big and small. With such capital, he naturally has a corresponding arrogance. The evaluations of all disciples are quite high, especially Fang Jingyao, who is basically the benchmark in the industry.

Zhuo Yifan just went out to set up his own business two years ago, he is in the development stage, and he can do well. Although he usually has a good mouth, he is by no means the kind of guy who likes to provoke things. The cat—in his eyes, he basically looks down on anyone, and only thinks that his master is the best in the world.

Whenever there was a fight, it was usually because of Fang Jingyao.

In Zhuo Yifan's words, this can be regarded as a fight for faith.

Especially after Luo Yi entered Fang Jingyao's studio, Zhuo Yifan didn't have too many opportunities to fight for his beliefs. I bought twice the amount of navy and stepped on it. Sometimes I felt that it was not enough and I put on a vest by myself. I didn't touch his master at all, but caught Luo Yi and pinched him fiercely.

Luo Yi was a little afraid of being pinched by this guy, and basically didn't dare to provoke him.

Looking at Zhuo Yifan's fighting history, it is simply magnificent, basically the No. 1 acting in the comics industry, and he can definitely win an Oscar statuette.

Fang Jingyao looked at him as if he were his son, sat there and said seriously: "Why don't you change your major and become an actor. With your face and acting skills, tsk, you might become popular! The variety show that debuted recently also There are quite a lot, why don't you try it, maybe you can become a traffic niche... Hey, your father's company doesn't need to find any celebrity endorsements, and you can save a lot of money!"

Zhuo Yifan finished tossing about the post, picked up his phone and said, "No."

Fang Jingyao: "Huh?"

Zhuo Yifan wore a small floral apron and continued mopping the floor. His slightly long bangs were lifted up by him with a black wire hairpin, revealing a smooth forehead with a layer of fine beads of sweat on it: "I have to marry a wife, and I will bring my wife to stay with me." You are filial to your side, and I have to take care of you until the end of your life."

Fang Jingyao: "..."

Zhuo Yifan is serious, he has a rough plan for his career plan, and he has never suffered because of money since he was a child. His parents divorced very early, but people on both sides desperately gave him money as if they were guilty. Spending money, when others are trying their best to find a platform to invest, he already has enough start-up capital on hand.

Although his career is going well, his relationship will inevitably be slow. Apart from chasing his master like a baby bird for so many years, the rest of his relationship world is blank.

Sitting there, Fang Jingyao felt a little emotional. He felt sorry for this little apprentice who was like a piece of white paper, but he also felt that it was nothing wrong for him to follow him all the time. He was about to persuade him to go back when he heard Zhuo Yifan whispering from the side: "Master, is it not convenient for me to be here and disturb you..."

Fang Jingyao looked up at him.

Zhuo Yifan was reluctant to leave, but he also didn't want to delay Master's relationship, so he struggled with the room card in his pocket, and said: "How about I book you a hotel for a few days, so that's convenient for you Applause? You can't be too attached to others. I think Shigong's type should be very popular, otherwise I still have some hidden goods. They are all great movies, and there are also bundled ones. Master, learn from it ..."

Fang Jingyao endured the first few sentences, but couldn't bear the last few, so he pulled off the slippers on his feet and went to teach his disciples a lesson!To his blank sheet of paper!

Zhuo Yifan fled all the way to the bedroom with his head in his arms, was blocked by Fang Jingyao and had a gasp, and finally cried and handed over the film he had kept privately.

He is not too picky about the choice of his partner. In a sense, a little boy like him who is not in love is basically asexual.

Probably because he was cleaned up too badly, the yellow cat of his master's house ran out and rubbed him, helped him on his knees and licked his chin, as if to comfort him.

Zhuo Yifan held the yellow cat in his arms and rubbed it, his little hands couldn't help touching the soft and fluffy little belly, and couldn't help pinching it after touching it, it was so fleshy and fat. Solid.

The fat cat with orange patterns was lying in his arms and purring. It didn't treat him as a guest at all. Just now, when Xiao Baimao was cooking, he gave him a piece of meat to eat!

Zhuo Yifan waited on his master in this saddle for half a month, insisting on holding the manuscript to bear the pressure, and he must stay here until he saw that his master was really not angry with him, and then he relaxed.

He has always been worried, afraid that he will be separated from his master because of something, which is more serious than making him unable to continue painting. If there is a day when father and son turn against each other, he may really not be able to continue painting.

Master is his faith, and only by staying close can he recharge his faith regularly.

Zhuo Yifan told himself this in his heart, and stayed for two more days with peace of mind, and even helped his master move a house by the way——Long Yu and Fang Jingyao's relationship was getting warmer day by day, and Dr. Long even detained him domineeringly, wanting to live together up.

The master and apprentice packed up the gold and silver, packed a few boxes and left.

Zhuo Yifan did an on-the-spot investigation. His master's residence is spacious and bright, and he even bought the next door to use as a gym because his master doesn't like sports. I haven't bought it yet; the most important thing is that Dr. Long's cooking skills are outstanding, Zhuo Yifan stayed for a meal, and he couldn't help but hold the bowl and not let go...

It seems that there is no reason to stay.

Zhuo Yifan put down the bowl and chopsticks, and looked at the master and Dr. Long sitting opposite him. His master was talking about the past, and Dr. Long listened carefully, and from time to time he could catch up with a sentence. The two of them went to the same school. When I was in high school, I even belonged to a literature club, with intimacy in my words, without the slightest bit of life.

very nice.

Zhuo Yifan looked at them, thinking so, but couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

It's not sad, but I feel like I've become a person again.

Zhuo Yifan waited for a meal, and reluctantly went back to the hotel.

Fang Jingyao was worried that he would go alone, so he habitually sent him back, Long Yu naturally got up and followed.After the car started, Fang Jingyao and Long Yu sat in front, and Zhuo Yifan sat in the back seat.

Looking at their backs, Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but put Long Yu in the position of his father's remarried stepmother, but he felt something was wrong, and it still felt weird to switch to his mother's newly married stepfather.

Probably because his gaze was too straightforward, Long Yu noticed it and looked at him in the rearview mirror.

Zhuo Yifan immediately looked away and turned to look at his master.

This time, the gaze staring at him in the rearview mirror was not only puzzled, but also a warning.

Zhuo Yifan was forced to turn his head to look out of the car window, and then he felt a little better, and the pressure was a little less.

When he arrived at the hotel, Long Yu stopped to answer the phone, but didn't send it in with him, Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

While sending him in, Fang Jingyao yelled at him like he was telling a child: "You, don't be too playful, Sun An and the others are putting so much pressure on you, you should go back after playing for two days. So many people are waiting for you!"

Zhuo Yifan didn't want to part with his master, and wanted to grab the hem of his clothes tiredly, but he was kicked lightly, so he became more honest, followed behind him step by step, Qiqi Ai said: "Master, can you go back with me?" Huh? I have also accepted a few projects over there, and I see that one is particularly suitable for you. Really, it is not suitable for you to start retirement now..."

Fang Jingyao said perfunctorily, "Who says I'm retired, don't I also work here? There's a serial in the magazine."

Zhuo Yifan still didn't give up: "The serialization only takes a few pages a month. Master, you can draw it if you squeeze the time. You can go to my place. I will give you an assistant. No, I can be an assistant!"

Fang Jingyao said with a smile: "Okay, I will go to the project that you have worked so hard to take care of. I know you are kind, so there is no need. I have been busy for five or six years. I want to take a break and wait for me. Think about it and go back."

Zhuo Yifan was also slightly relieved when he heard that he hadn't completely retired, but he still whispered: "Then you have to think about it quickly, I feel very flustered after I haven't seen you for a few days, and I feel that I am alone. Not at ease...you can come to my place when you are free, and everyone must be very happy when you go, but Sun An and the others can't wait to applaud at the door to welcome them!"

Zhuo Yifan talked about this out of the intention of pleasing Fang Jingyao, and his way of pleasing others was also very simple, that is, he tried his best to talk to the other party, wishing to fill up the other party's time, trying to find a sense of presence there.Fang Jingyao glanced at him, and he immediately widened his eyes, looking over with sparkling eyes, obedient and obedient.

Fang Jingyao couldn't help rubbing his soft white hair, and smiled first: "Got it."

Zhuo Yifan was acting like a baby with Fang Jingyao, and several people came to meet him.

The leaders are all in suits and leather shoes. They are very well dressed, but the one in the middle is not wearing a tie. He wore a wine-red shirt, which might look a bit girly on others, but he is tall and has long legs, and it makes his skin cold and pale when he wears it, giving him a romantic vibe.

The man wore a pair of thin-rimmed glasses, his hair was combed back, and only a few strands of hair were hanging on his forehead. His squinted eyes gave people a feeling that he was not very good at talking. The people next to him spoke to him respectfully. I also like to ignore it.

"President Han, this is today's itinerary..."

Han Qiaoye responded casually, just in time to hear the coquettish voice of the boy next to him.

"I'm serious, don't keep treating me like a child..."

He glanced over there, and saw a young boy who looked like a college student, his eyes were not so calculating, and he was wholeheartedly trying to please the young man next to him.

That fluffy little white hair looks cute too.

As soon as Han Qiaoye took a smack in his heart, he heard the secretary buzzing in his ear reporting the itinerary again. He was disturbed to hear it, so he nodded perfunctorily, and walked out with them quickly.

Zhuo Yifan threw himself on his master with all his heart, and didn't even glance at the people passing by him. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a little familiar red, but he quickly forgot it and continued to pester Fang Jingyao: "Master Let’s talk about a date, I have something to look forward to, I don’t ask you to stay for a long time, just come to see me, or I will come to see you?”

Fang Jingyao patted his forehead, shook his head with a smile in his eyes and said: "You, when will you grow up, and there will be many days without Master's company in the future. Do you want Master to accompany you?"

Zhuo Yifan said, "I don't have a family."

He thought for a while and said firmly, "I don't want anyone, I just want Master."

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Han Qiaoye: Your Electra complex needs to be cured.

Zhuo Yifan: I don't!

Han Qiaoye (sneering): Very good, then you can call me Dad from now on.

Zhuo Yifan: ...