The ex of the scumbag who was dressed as a black heart lotus [Transmigration Book]

When Su Qingchen came back at night, Zhou Lang was lying on the table counting his pennies.

"I'm back." Zhou Lang glanced at Su Qingchen at the door, and then looked away again, "I bought eggs at the foot of the mountain, and I want to eat minced meat custard tonight."

After finishing speaking, he bowed his head and continued to count the money.

"Well, I'm back." Su Qingchen walked behind Zhou Lang, put his hand on Zhou Lang's shoulder, half bent down, and rubbed Zhou Lang's side face, "What else do you want to eat besides custard? Today How much did you earn?"

Mentioning money, Zhou Lang's eyes lit up: "I sold five paintings today, and got a total of [-] high-grade spirit stones."

He raised his chin and said very proudly: "Even if you become the peak master, it's still not as good as me. I sold you for more than a month in a week!"

This is not a lie.

Regardless of other spiritual planting magic weapons, the peak master of Tianjimen can get [-] top-grade spirit stones a month, and Zhou Lang's income of [-] high-grade spirit stones is indeed amazing.

That's not to mention, Zhou Lang also got the Coiled Snake Order left by the ancestor of the Zhou family, which contains countless treasures and various kinds of spiritual plants and immortal grasses, so Zhou Lang can be said to be an invisible rich man now.

And Su Qingchen probably also saw Zhou Lang's increasingly obvious desire to express, and never bought anything in the courtyard, and left everything to Zhou Lang.

In the past two or three years, Su Qingchen watched with his own eyes that the small courtyard where the two lived changed from being monotonous and deserted at the beginning to full of life, and their expressions became more and more gentle. They seemed to enjoy this kind of being surrounded by Zhou Lang' Nurturing' feeling.

Seeing Zhou Lang's little complacency with his nose going up to the sky, Su Qingchen took advantage of the situation and praised: "Xiao Lang is really powerful, he deserves to be the head of the family, brother, I will rely on you to support me from now on."

He said again: "Is steamed fish okay? After today's class, some disciples sent some fish, which are full of spiritual energy. I thought you might like it, so I accepted it."

Zhou Lang nodded, "Okay." He immediately shook his head, "No, I want to eat something stronger today."

But Su Qingchen was very strict with him, and easily forbade him to eat too greasy and spicy food.So after saying this, Zhou Lang rested his head on the back of the chair, looked up at Su Qingchen above his head, his eyes were moist, and he half-pouted his mouth and begged: "I want to eat spicy boiled fish~" I was afraid Su Qingchen disagreed, Zhou Lang jumped up from the chair again, and shook Su Qingchen's sleeve back and forth, "Brother~ I want spicy food! I want something strong! I drink porridge and vegetables every day, and my mouth fades away." Birds!"

Su Qingchen pinched Zhou Lang's nose amusedly: "When did I tell you to eat porridge and swallow vegetables every day? Chicken, sheep, beef, fish, what time is it not what you want to eat, so I will do it for you? There are many people who practice Taoism Not heavy on desires, in the entire Heavenly Mystery Gate, there is no one who is more gluttonous than you."

Zhou Lang snorted and said, "What's wrong with me being greedy? Besides, I'm not only greedy, I'm also unreasonable. I don't care, anyway, I want to eat boiled fish today!"

Once he became arrogant, Zhou Lang didn't care about anything, he loosened Su Qingchen's sleeves, raised his chin, squinted his eyes and said: "And you have the nerve to say that people who cultivate Taoism don't value desires?"

He directly lifted the hem of his clothes, revealing his red-stained belly, pointed to a half-purple tooth mark on it and said: "If you really don't want lust, if you have the ability, don't sleep in my bed at night!"

Speaking of this, Zhou Lang pursed his mouth, and lifted his clothes up again, revealing the little red spots on his chest.The surroundings of the little red spot were gnawed and turned blue and purple, and there were tooth marks all around, which was a bit hideous.

Zhou Lang gently rubbed the teeth marks around the red dot, and said with a very aggrieved expression: "They all said you pet me, it's a fart! You know how to bite me, hit me and suppress me..."

As for how to bite, hit, and press...

Zhou Lang blushed, and was about to put down his clothes, but Su Qingchen grabbed his wrist halfway.

Kneeling on one knee, Su Qingchen's pupils were terrifyingly dark, and said in a hoarse voice: "What Xiao Lang said is that I shouldn't forget to help you get rid of these marks."

He put his arm around Zhou Lang's waist, put his lips on the red bean, the tip of his tongue was hot, and when he gently licked his tongue, when his lips separated from the red bean, all the traces around the red bean disappeared, and Su Qingchen's voice became deeper and hoarse, as if he was enduring Looking at something, he said: "Little Lang, don't move, I will help you."

That night, Zhou Lang successfully ate boiled fish, but his mood was not so good.

As long as he thinks that this spicy fish is... he traded... his body, Zhou Lang will have the heart to kill Su Qingchen.

Although those marks on his body are gone, Su...Su Qingchen used his lips to sweep the marks from head to toe to remove them...

Zhou Lang was so angry that he forgot to eat the fish after he put it in the bowl, and poked a piece of white and tender fish with his chopsticks until it turned into a ball of minced meat.

"Xiao Lang, open your mouth."

A familiar voice came from next to his ear, and Zhou Lang subconsciously opened his mouth without even thinking about it.

A piece of tender fish is delivered to the mouth, spicy.

Zhou Lang chewed it twice and swallowed it, he opened his mouth to breathe, his tongue ran up and down in his mouth with hot tongue, and the end of his eyes was stained a little red because of it.

A smile flashed in Su Qingchen's eyes, he took a mouthful of the sweet soup, clasped the back of Zhou Lang's head, and fed the sweet soup into Zhou Lang's mouth mouth to mouth.

Normally, Zhou Lang would dodge and resist, but under the stimulation of the spicy taste, this sweet soup is like timely rain, and he immediately kissed it back.Between the lips and tongue, some sweet soup slipped from the corner of the mouth.

After the kiss, Zhou Lang's eyes were moist, and he said dissatisfiedly, "Why do you put so much spice in it!"

Su Qingchen smiled helplessly, then kissed the corners of Zhou Lang's red eyes, and then said: "I'm afraid Xiao Lang forgot, who was watching me while I was cooking, and kept asking me to let go of it?" hot."

Zhou Lang was wronged, but still insisted: "I told you to let you go! You are stupid! I don't know if I haven't eaten spicy food for a long time, can't I stand too much stimulation?"

Su Qingchen's eyes were even more curved, and said: "What Xiaolang said is that I shouldn't be shaken by your words, and I won't cook these spicy foods for you in the future."

When Zhou Lang heard it, he hated it even more: "Su Qingchen, how dare you!"

Su Qingchen pretended to be innocent: "But Xiaolang just said, I shouldn't be too obedient to your wishes..."

Zhou Lang jumped his feet angrily, "You're going too far!"

Pointing to the study, he was furious, "Go to the study to sleep tonight!"

Su Qingchen patted Zhou Lang's head soothingly, and said, "Xiao Lang Mo Qi, I will allow you to draw another picture of me with an expressionless face tonight, okay?"

At the end, he added in a low voice, "Ten times the reward..."

Money fan Zhou Lang's attention was instantly diverted: "What you said, don't laugh!"

Su Qingchen nodded and agreed: "Don't laugh, never laugh."

After the meal, Zhou Lang, who got the promise, found a pitch-black robe, instructed Su Qingchen to put on a cold and dazzling posture, and came to the desk happily.

Before time travel, Zhou Lang, who was deeply involved in the two-dimensional pit and unable to extricate himself due to the influence of fleeting years, picked up a paintbrush since he was a child.

Fleeting Years has a variety of painting styles, among which the watercolor style fascinates Zhou Lang the most.

Coincidentally, the retired old man next door happens to be a professor of traditional Chinese painting, with excellent painting skills.

Yuxue's cute little Zhou Lang visits the neighbor's uncle's house every day, and calls him "Master" when he opens his mouth and shuts his mouth, which really makes him succeed in his apprenticeship.After finishing his homework after school every day, he would head into his master's studio and study painting with a serious face.

Traditional Chinese painting tends to be abstract, mostly depicting landscapes of flowers and birds, and the characters are all outlined in one stroke, and there is little realism.

Zhou Lang thought that one day he would be able to paint paintings like fleeting years, so he begged his parents to enroll him in a painting class, starting with sketches and finishing with watercolors of realistic figures.

Not to mention, Zhou Lang really has some talent for painting, and he is not afraid of hard work. He has been studying continuously for more than ten years. He learns ink, landscape and flowers from a retired old professor on weekdays, and runs to the studio he signed up for on weekends. His level is not only top-notch among his peers Many professional art students may not be able to match him.

And Zhou Lang has a good appearance. During the six years of junior and senior high school, he has been the little prince of painting in the school. He also speaks softly on weekdays. At that age when he first fell in love, he was the white moonlight in the hearts of many girls. .

pity……

After a good touch of the white moonlight in the book, he became a vicious male supporting role that everyone shouted and beaten, and the indifferent temperament cultivated by traditional Chinese paintings disappeared, and he was often irritated into puffer fish by Su Qingchen's shameless appearance.

Over and over again, the white moonlight from back then disappeared, becoming a grain of white rice on the wall, and his image and temperament became closer and closer to that scumbag in the book.

Zhou Lang reckoned that one day he would be able to go back. In the eyes of his friends, he would inevitably have a "big temperament change", but don't be called a demon possessed.

While thinking, Zhou Lang spread out a piece of paper, put away those distracting thoughts in his mind, and sketched carefully.

The pigments used for painting are specially made by Zhou Lang, and the paper is also specially made by artisans, not rice paper in the traditional sense.

Therefore, Zhou Lang's painting is not so much a Chinese ink painting as a semi-realistic watercolor, but the background is slightly blended with the abstract style of Chinese ink painting.The final product is completely different from the figure paintings on the market, and no one else can imitate them, which is why they can be sold at such a high price.

Su Qingchen also kept his word, and this time he really didn't make trouble, with a cold face from the beginning to the end.

After Zhou Lang roughly finished drawing, he rubbed his wrists. After the concentration of energy was dispersed, sleepiness followed.

Many details still need to be added, but it is too late now, it is better to rest earlier.

Su Qingchen came over at the right time, coaxed Zhou Lang to take a bath, and then got into the bed with the fragrant and soft Zhou Lang in his arms.

As for what Zhou Lang told him to sleep in the study earlier...

Su Qingchen kissed the forehead of Zhou Lang who had already fallen asleep from sleepiness, the master had forgotten, what else should he remember?