Verdant Paint Bucket Essence

The small paint bucket carefully wrapped the 200 yuan with the remaining piece of white paper, and put it in the pocket of the belly money.Today's outfit is a hamster T-shirt.

The front pocket happened to be a hamster's face, and an envelope was stuffed in, with two small sharp corners sticking out, like a little hamster with a bulging face.

The little painter who made enough money happily placed an order and chose cash|delivery|payment|payment. Although the repayment may not be enough, he stayed long enough and should leave tomorrow.

Sit on a chair and walk around the customer's room.There was an inexplicable sense of reluctance in the little paint bucket. Although this room was also black, white and gray, the colors were not bright at all, but this was the first room that the little paint bucket lived in. He felt that Very reluctant.

The little paint bucket decided to bid farewell to this room.

"Goodbye, small desk lamp~ I hope I can make a lampshade next time. Although it can't emit light, it can hold the light. It's super bright!"

The small paint bucket took a good look at the metal lampshade. They are all metal, but their functions are completely different.

"Goodbye pillow~ You are super soft!" The little paint bucket rubbed the pillow.

Behind it was the quilt and the bed, and the little paint bucket was completely buried in the quilt, rolling around with the quilt in its arms.

"Thanks for the bed and quilt, I slept very comfortably."

The little paint bucket lying on the bed felt that he was already a waste bucket, and didn't want to wake up at all.

No.

The little paint bucket struggled to sit up. It was too dishonest to buy only a thermos.

He picked out several pens from the pen holder, and unfolded the white paper wrapped with money.

There seems to be something wrong with the money.

The little paint bucket didn't think too much, and took a colored pen to paint and draw on the paper, struggling until late.

The next day, the little paint bucket nervously held the paper folded back into an envelope in his hand.

Seeing that You Qitong seemed a little cramped, Xin Yuan couldn't help correcting his standing posture, straightened his neckline and the corners of his clothes, he saw the paper in You Qitong's hand, could it be a love letter?

Xin Yuan was wondering whether he would coolly finish the love letter with one hand, or take it upright with both hands. Before he could make a decision, the little paint bucket spirit had already bowed his head respectfully and held the love letter in his hand. The letter of thanks was handed over to Xin Yuan.

Feeling that his thank you gift was a bit crude, the little paint bucket spirit was embarrassed to look at Xin Yuan, so he could only look down at the tiled floor.

"I'm going to leave today. Can you wait for two more days for this letter, and then open it when the gift arrives." The little paint bucket spirit was embarrassed to make his small wish, after all, the thank you letter seemed too flimsy Yes, it's a little better with presents.

"Okay." Xin Yuan pretended to be calm and accepted the letter. Although he really wanted to take a look at it immediately, but seeing the blushing You Qitong, Xin Yuan decided to hold back, in case he was frightened. Not good.

"Don't be in a hurry. Someone will pick you up later." It happened that You Facai was coming to the studio today, and You Qitong could be picked up.

"Someone is coming to pick it up?" The little paint bucket spirit tilted his head and thought for a while, probably someone from the recycling station will come to collect the garbage today?

Just as he didn't know the way to the recycle bin, Little Paint Bucket nodded.

Looking at the obedient You Qitong, Xin Yuan stroked the white envelope in his hand, he couldn't help it, he really wanted to read it.

When You Facai went to the studio to look at Xin Yuan's final draft, the little paint bucket sat quietly by the side and waited for the recycling personnel to come to the door.

Seeing their father and son not talking, Xin Yuan felt that the relationship between father and son was a bit tricky.

"Xin Yuan, you are young but you can accomplish a lot. You are outstanding, unlike my incompetent son." You Facai patted Xin Yuan on the shoulder in relief.

Don't, don't, old man, don't praise me like that, your son is still sitting.

Xin Yuan thought to himself, and said with a smile on his face: "No, I believe Mr. You's son must be very good." While talking, he looked at You Qitong who was quietly sitting next to him.

The little paint bucket saw Xin Yuan looking towards him, and then gave him a big smile, revealing a row of white teeth.

Xin Yuan couldn't help but want to laugh along with him when he saw the dimples of the little paint bucket. He looked at You Facai in front of him. He considered his words and wanted to make a contribution to their father-son relationship.

"Where, my son is not as obedient as you, and he is willing to listen to my nagging." You Facai frowned and waved his hands quickly.

"Mr. You, in fact, I wasn't obedient. It's still my grandfather who has a way. Whenever he praises me, I'll be embarrassed to be misbehaving. You can try it too."

Xin Yuan clicked to the end.

"Where, I scold him every day, and he dares to go out and have four girlfriends at the same time. If I praise him, he will have a harem." You Facai said that his son who was incompetent became angry.

and many more!

what?

four what?

How many girlfriends?

Xin Yuan looked at You Qitong who was sitting there obediently, and took a deep breath, there must be some misunderstanding.

"Did you misunderstand, your son should not do such a thing." Xin Yuan persuaded You Facai, and also persuaded himself.

calm down.

calm.

Calm down!

"It's not a misunderstanding, isn't he all in the newspaper? 818 You Shiwan's four girlfriends, my old face has been completely humiliated by him." You Facai seemed unwilling to talk about it.

Travel one hundred thousand.

It's not swimming seven barrels.

That's fine.

Xin Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't worry too much, don't you have a younger son, as long as the younger son is obedient." Xin Yuan comforted him.

"Younger son? What younger son? I only have one hundred thousand sons." You Facai looked confused.

"Just one son? Then..."

Xin Yuan looked at You Qitong.

The little paint bucket spirit also looked at him.

Who is You Qitong?

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