i want to be your boyfriend for a long time

Tang Bai moved his lips, and just raised his eyelashes——

"Oh, Director Gu, Tang Bai, it's so early!"

Like a conditioned reflex, the moment Song Yun uttered the first sound, Tang Bai quickly took a few steps back.

He turned his head and smiled at Song Yun: "Morning."

Song Yun said in a daze, "Morning." Then she turned to Gu Nanwang.

Tang Bai's move just now was so fast that the man still maintained the previous position of rubbing his hair.

With both hands forward, the five fingers are slightly caged downwards, and the fingertips are almost poking into the gap between the buttons of Tang Bai's coat.

Song Yun's eyes widened.

Tang Bai finally realized that something was wrong. Although he was a little red at first, his still normal face turned red all of a sudden.

Song Yun looked at the two people in front of her with some puzzlement.

When she came in, the two of them were almost together, and they changed into this position in the blink of an eye.

Director Gu and Tang Bai, what were they planning to do just now?

These two people seem to have an unusual relationship.

Tang Bai took another two steps back: "I'm going to paint the wall paintings that will be used for the exhibition in the day after tomorrow."

After Tang Bai walked out, Song Yun's expression returned to normal. She had just sat down.

Gu Nanwang glanced at her: "Do you have nothing to do?"

Song Yun immediately put down the phone she just picked up: "I'm going to help Tang Bai right now."

"No need," Gu Nanwang stopped her, "The postal service will deliver a batch of materials later, you can go to the warehouse and watch over, and be careful not to get wet."

Song Yun: "Good curator."

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It has been raining continuously.

Because of the weather, in the office, which is always well-lit, it is rare to turn on the lights early in the morning.

The man's face was reflected in the cold glass, and the plastic rose was not far from his face.

This flower was left by Tang Bai in the car yesterday, Gu Nanwang saw it when he got off the car this morning, so he put the flower in his briefcase and brought it up.

Then when organizing the documents in the bag, he inserted the flowers into the vase beside him.

Such a cheap artificial flower in an empty and delicate vase looked odd.

Gu Nanwang's eyes quickly moved from the flowers in the vase to the outside.

Wei Zhuo should have given special consideration when renovating the art museum. His curator's office is in a secluded corner on the second floor of the hall, and the outer wall is all glass.

You can see the outside from the inside, but you can't see the inside from the outside.

I don't know if it is to satisfy his desire to "peep" other people, or there are other intentions.

But I have to say that the design is exquisite. When people stand below and look up, they don't feel that the extra office is a bit awkward.

That side of the wall is just in front of the left side of the desk.

From where Gu Nanwang is sitting now, he can clearly see most of the area on the ground floor.

Tang Bai stood in front of the outward wall and had been painting there for most of the day.

Gu Nanwang glanced at the time.

It's time to get off work soon, Tang Bai has no intention of stopping.

"You're full of energy." Gu Nanwang couldn't help but rubbed his face, and then took a deep breath.

He threw away the signature pen he had been holding for half an hour, and stood up from the armchair.

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"wrong."

A male voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Wrong?" Tang Bai turned his head in a daze, and met the man's focused gaze, his eyelashes trembled involuntarily.

He turned back, looked at the area he had painted just now, looked at the sample painting, and compared it back and forth several times: "No."

"Yes." Probably to tell Tang Bai what was wrong, Gu Nanwang leaned over, and the voice almost stuck to his ear.

The next moment, the owner of the voice stretched out his hand, clicked on the wrong place, and quickly put it back.

Because of the closeness, when the man retracted his hand, his fingertips inadvertently brushed Tang Bai's cheek.

The warm touch made him quickly think of a man helping him brush his drenched hair in the morning.

The same warmth, the same trembling.

Tang Bai forced not to think about any more messy things, lowered his head, and looked at the sample picture carefully.

What Gu Nanwang pointed out was indeed a bit wrong.

Obviously he is the one who carefully "copied" the artwork, how could he not be as good as Gu Nanwang, who just glanced at it casually?

Tang Bai's already hot face became hotter and hotter, as if it had been lit on fire, and there was a tendency to start a prairie fire on his entire face.

He picked up the paintbrush and wanted to make changes, but unexpectedly his hand trembled, and it went directly to the correct position next to it.

Tang Bai:"……"

Gu Nanwang suddenly chuckled.

Then leaned down, grabbed his hand, helped him put the brush firmly in the wrong place, and whispered: "Change slowly, don't rush."

Tang Bai: "...Okay, thank you, curator."

Gu Nanwang didn't stay for long, and left soon.

Tang Bai faced the wall, and suddenly couldn't draw anymore.

His face was extremely hot, I don't know if it was because of shame, or because of what the man did just now.

Tang Bai suddenly felt that it was not a very wise decision for him to work here.

I used to be too far away, I couldn't see anyone, so naturally I had nothing to look forward to.

Now that I'm close, I can see it every day, but I start to think about it, and I always think about things that I shouldn't think about.

"Hey, was it the curator who walked out just now?"

Before Tang Bai recovered from that feeling, Song Yun walked over.

Tang Bai rubbed the tip of his itchy nose with his index finger, and said, "Well, he came over to look at the wall paintings, why haven't you left yet?"

"When I was about to leave, I saw someone at the door, so I came over to take a look." Song Yun said, her eyes fixed on Tang Bai's face and did not move.

Tang Bai blinked: "What's wrong?"

Song Yun burst out laughing.

Tang Bai was even more puzzled.

He rubbed his face with the back of his finger a few times: "Is there something on my face?"

As a result, Song Yun squatted down with a smile.

Tang Bai:"……"

After finally waiting for Song Yun to stop laughing, Tang Bai asked what was wrong again.

Song Yun said, "Your face... has paint on it."

Tang Bai:"……"

Only then did he realize that when Gu Nan looked over just now, he pointed at the wall with his finger, and his hand was stained with wet paint.

Then when I grabbed my finger to draw, the back of my finger was dyed by the man.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Song Yun handed him a wet wipe and asked him to wipe it off first.

Tang Bai turned on the phone camera and began to wipe his face.

"Are you on good terms with the curator?" Song Yun looked at his movements and asked suddenly.

"With the curator?" Tang Bai raised his eyes.

Song Yun nodded: "Yes, I feel that he treats you very well."

Tang Bai's heart skipped a beat.

In fact, he has been paying attention.

As soon as Gu Nanwang arrived, he was parachuted into the position of curator, which naturally attracted the attention of many people.

As a new employee, Tang Bai himself has been working hard to reduce his sense of existence, for fear that one day he will be involved in Gu Nanwang if he does not do well.

Tang Bai said softly: "I think the curator is very kind to everyone. He helped Shi Kelin change the project yesterday."

He said and lifted the paint bucket: "Maybe you happened to meet him looking for me, or chatting with me, so it feels like we have a good relationship?"

Song Yun nodded.

Tang Bai breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to go outside.

Song Yun said again: "But I don't feel quite the same. In Shi Kelin's case, he often takes the initiative to find the curator, but the curator still prefers to call you when he has something to do."

Tang Bai's lips moved a bit: "Maybe because I'm easy to dispatch."

Song Yun murmured: "You seem to be right when you say that, but I think it's because he always thinks of you first in his mind."

Tang Bai's shoulder on the side holding the paint bucket suddenly tilted.

He quickly found an excuse and walked out. Song Yun stood there, looking at Tang Bai's back, thoughtful.

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After Tang Bai returned home, he sat at the desk for a long time before recovering.

Song Yun's sentence "Because he always thinks of you first" made him feel uneasy, but at the same time, there was a sweet feeling emanating from the bottom of his heart.

Feeling light all over.

Tang Bai couldn't sit still, he went out and wanted to get a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator.

As soon as he went out, he saw Li Heng sitting in the living room.

Li Heng heard the voice and turned his head.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, Tang Bai pursed his lips, and walked over to the refrigerator.

Li Heng stood up and followed, "Tang Bai."

Tang Bai opened the refrigerator door, took out a bottle of water, shook it in his hand, then turned around and handed the water to Li Heng.

Li Heng accepted it with a smile.

Tang Bai bent down to take another bottle, then turned around, and prepared to go back to the room according to the previous path.

"When I got off work today, I went to the art gallery."

When Tang Bai was about to enter the room, Li Heng spoke suddenly.

Tang Bai's footsteps stopped.

He caught the key words at once, the time after get off work, the art gallery.

"What are you doing at the museum?"

Li Heng walked behind him: "You haven't responded to my messages recently, and you have avoided seeing me. Even a person sentenced to death should have the right to defend himself, right?"

Tang Bai's eyes trembled.

"You refused my confession before, saying that there is no possibility between us, is it because of that person?"

Tang Bai:"……"

He turned around and looked at Li Heng sternly, with a rare coldness in his delicate eyes.

Li Heng looked directly at him: "I checked that person's information just now, Gu Nanwang, he graduated from the same department of the same university as you, and is a senior who is three years older than you. So you are because you have always been Like him, have you been single so far?"

The mood of secret love was broken all of a sudden, and Tang Bai felt it was hard to describe.

He has always felt that liking is his own business, except for Li Beijing, who is sympathetic to him and who is special, he has never told other friends.

Li Beijing would not ask him in such a questioning tone.

Tang Bai's throat was dry: "This is none of your business."

Li Heng's voice suddenly became louder: "Why is it none of my business? As you said, if you like it, you will like it long ago, and if you don't like it, you won't like it anyway. If that person is interested in you, then he has a lot I should have liked you years ago, what is the difference between your behavior and mine?"

The author has something to say: Good night~

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