Dressed as the hero and his uncle

He Huan, you were still in a trance when you sent me out, and you couldn't figure it out.

Where did my delicate plan go wrong?

Could it be that he misunderstood at the beginning, that Luan Mingli didn't have that kind of thought for him?

It shouldn't be, if you don't care about yourself, why would you bother to find out about the milk tea shop for yourself?Isn't this a waste of effort?

He Huan was so overwhelmed that he couldn't think of a reason.

He had no choice but to push the situation back half a step and make bold guesses.

Luan Mingli really didn't feel anything about himself before, the so-called anger and apology were probably just a misunderstanding.

But this time it should be different.

He also cared extra about his own situation, and obviously paid more attention to himself...

There is still hope!

Clenching his fists tightly, He Huan glanced at the closed door behind his eyes, took a piece of decorative grass on the ground and held it in his mouth, and walked out with high spirits.

He has countless seniors in the group who have caught the rich second generation to pass on their experience, and he can definitely catch Luan Mingli with ease... Even if he can't catch him, a boss of this level, even if he has a little relationship and a little money, he will be able to get out Enough for him to take a long time.

For example, Fu Keru once gave him money.

Although He Huan cried as if Fu Keru had never valued him, Fu Keru actually didn't treat him badly, at least not in terms of money.

This expensive clothing is the most obvious evidence.

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Luan Mingli didn't pay attention to his situation.

The scumbag nephew who appeared out of nowhere doesn't need much attention. Anyway, he is not familiar with him at all, so he doesn't need much attention.

And the stand-in of this scumbag nephew who appeared out of nowhere... This relationship is even further involved, and it is an existence that does not need to be paid attention to.

Luan Mingli called the property management and told them not to let He Huan in again, and then gently pressed his forehead.

I didn't eat the rice, but I ate a lot of melons.

Fortunately, I ate enough desserts during the afternoon tea, and I didn't feel very hungry after dinner was so long... I was even a little full.

He simply ate something for dinner, then dismissed the servants and went into the studio.

Although his identity has changed after time travel, he is no longer the art-obsessed Luan family, and his painting style has shifted towards commercial warfare, but his villa is still the same as before.

The studio is the same as always.

Luan Mingli sat down in front of a pencil draft and looked at it carefully.

This is the draft he drew before traveling. He originally planned to paint a gouache landscape, depicting the artificial lotus pond outside the villa.

Luan Mingli's studio can be regarded as half a glass greenhouse, surrounded by pots of carefully cared for potted plants, with views from three sides, all looking at the scenery.

- It should have been like this.

Luan Mingli looked at the villa with a few scattered lights not far away, and felt the urge to press his forehead again.

"It should have been like this" equals "It turned out not to be like this now".

The best view corresponding to Luan Mingli's studio, the once beautiful artificial lotus pond, has now been replaced by Wen Hejun's villa.

The location of the lotus pond happens to be the location where the villa was built. It can be said that there is no more and no less, which makes people want to scratch the wall sadly.

For the sake of the delicious dessert in the afternoon tea, Luan Mingli calmed down his irritable heart, and it took a long time to calm down.

He closed his eyes to settle his mood, and opened them slowly after a long time.

The gouache is on hand, and the pens are arranged on the edge.

The familiar image of the lotus pond appeared in Luan Mingli's mind, and the tip of the pen began to move.

Now the weather has turned cold, and the lotus pond is half dead.

It seems that all vitality has withered, but fresh green leaves bloom in some hidden places, which will bring a new round of life and prosperity.

Luan Mingli's expression gradually calmed down, he no longer had any complicated emotions, and devoted himself fully to the painting.

One thing I have to mention is that in the current world, the rumored "Luan Mingli" in the upper class actually fits Luan Mingli's external image very well.

He is good-looking, but not the kind of male and female or yin-like good-looking.It's more like those Pian Pian sons who are obsessed with fans in novels.

And when he was intoxicated in the picture scroll, he was more like an elegant scholar.

It is the kind of temperament that most Chinese people can't resist.

It's just that the "Luan Mingli" rumored in the upper class is much darker than the real one...

In a dark room, Wen Hejun put down the glass of red wine in his hand and made such an evaluation.

He looked calmly into the distance, and his good eyesight clearly captured the figure of the young man with downcast eyes in the studio.

Although Luan Mingli couldn't quite see the expression on Luan Mingli's face and his specific movements, it still didn't prevent him from making such an evaluation.

This is the final conclusion drawn from the last two contacts.

However, it is precisely because of this that it is possible to be used by that scheming substitute.

Recalling He Huan's surprised expression when he left here, Wen Hejun's expression was a little dignified.

He didn't know why He Huan was so surprised, did he get the support from Luan Mingli or... got the asylum from Luan Mingli?

If it's the former, then Wen Hejun thinks it's necessary for him to help new friends recognize certain people's faces.

if the latter one……

Then he glanced at the glass studio in the distance. In the brightly lit room, the pale young man painted a serious face.

Wen Hejun felt that Luan Mingli should not be such a person.It is impossible for him to be fascinated by this simple beauty.

There must be something else that got him interested...

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Luan Mingli's original short-term plan was as follows:

He has a batch of drafts related to flowers, with the theme of withering and prosperous, and he is preparing to publish a related picture album.

Luan Mingli is actually not well-known in the painting circle, because he does not have a public social account related to painting.

In the matter of publishing a picture album, I just rely on my own money to spend money... Cough, I actually think that as long as it is gold, then no matter what, there is a chance to shine.

According to the number of fans of Luan Mingli, if the album is released, it is estimated that the sales will be dismal without the drive of fame.

But Luan Mingli didn't do it for money, he just felt that his painting level was almost ready for a collection, so he decided to buy a plate number and publish it as a book for himself to enjoy.

Anyway, the picture book is not worth much if it is sold, and the edition number is not worth much if it is bought... It is not a big deal.

Although the whole world has experienced a little fluctuation now, and even the world view is different, his plan has not changed much.

The only difference is probably that Luan Mingli has more money.

But he is not going to buy publicity for himself, the cost is also fixed, it doesn't make much difference if you have more money or less money, anyway it's a bit difficult to use up.

So, in the next few days, Luan Mingli, who was not disturbed by anything, peacefully stayed in his studio painting.

Sometimes, all the curtains in the studio are not drawn, and the glass greenhouse reveals the crystal clear light in the morning, which makes people feel the peace from the heart.

Sometimes, all the curtains in the studio are closed, and Luan Mingli hugs the flowers he wants to paint, staring at them with dizzy eyes, and decides to close the curtains, sleep for a while and then get up to paint.

Nearly a week had passed by the time he was finally obliged to leave the studio.

"Uncle Wang? Didn't you say that you should try not to disturb me until my batch of manuscripts is finished?"

Luan Mingli was a little dazed.

"Master, although I know you like painting, but you still have a lot of official business to deal with, you can't indulge in painting all day long! Take it easy, master!" Uncle Wang was heartbroken.

Luan Mingli was stunned.

After a few days, he was finally reminded of a very important thing, which made the plot start rolling on the progress bar again.

Yes, I am a person who has already worn books.

I have a lot of big companies and a lot of employees under my hands, and I haven't found a suitable candidate, so I can't be happy as a shopkeeper...

Luan Mingli felt a little headache.

He was pressed to correct the documents all morning, and was driven to change into a uniform before nightfall.

In a black suit and red tie, he looks very handsome.

"There's a party?" Luan Mingli was surprised.

He remembered that the two of them were the same on this point, they didn't like to participate in various parties, and "Luan Mingli" basically didn't even show his face.

"Yes, master. But this is an internal family party, you can rest assured that it is not as strict as an external party..."

Uncle Wang nodded, and hurriedly explained again, for fear that the young master, who has become more and more unreasonable recently, chose to skip the family party directly.

Although he can do it, most of the people in the family will not say anything...

Luan Mingli frowned and thought for a while, but still did not refuse.

It's not that he is willing to give up his plan, but he is more curious about one thing...

Originally, the Fu family had only one child, Grandma Fu, and Grandpa Luan's family was also very small.

Coupled with the fact that the Fu family's adoptive children who inherited the Fu family's inheritance were not close to Grandma Fu, Luan Mingli's father's whole branch can be said to be thinly populated.

But now, all you need to do is count the number of scumbags on your fingers.Counting the 4 more uncles who suddenly appeared, Luan Mingli felt a little delicate.

He was a little curious about how many people he didn't know appeared in it, and how many of them were the protagonists and supporting roles in the so-called original novel...

My nephews who are about the same age should not all be the same as the previous two, their brains are not normal... right?If everyone has some problems in their minds, wouldn't they have closed down long ago.

Thinking of that somewhat bizarre dream again, those human beings in the dream, and the number of various types of people who appeared in the dream, Luan Mingli thought this way with some uncertainty.

The author has something to say: good night

Wake up tomorrow morning to catch bugs.