Little Bastard X Kidnapper

Fang Yue squeezed some more body lotion and put it on her hands, then began to explore while massaging.

The kitchen is located on the second floor of this house.In addition to the living room, kitchen and dining room, there is a storage room on the second floor.Fang Yue opened the door and smelled a familiar smell.This is the smell of paint.He poked his head in and his eyes lit up.

This storage room is almost full of painting tools.Colored pencils, watercolors, gouache, markers, oil paints, paintbrushes, pens, drawing paper, rice paper, drawing boards… Although there are many, they are all neatly arranged. Some are arranged from large to small, and some are arranged by color. It seems inexplicable comfortable.

Fang Yue's eyes were straightened.

To be honest, he seldom took time to paint by himself after graduation.I can't tell whether it's tired or lazy, but I always feel that I don't have the same energy as before.Back then, I could paint for five or six hours without eating, drinking or even going to the toilet, but now it is really difficult.But seeing these now, he is still a little moved, even a little excited.

"Sure enough, he studied art~" he sighed.Although the character seems to be cheated, at least the little bastard major is not.

However, there are only tools here, and there are no completed or semi-finished paintings. Fang Yue became curious and went downstairs after wandering around the second floor without gaining anything.

The downstairs is connected to the parking garage, but there are no cars in the garage, and it seems to be used as a storage room.There are several cardboard boxes in the garage, and I don't know what is inside.Fang Yue walked over to take a look, and saw that there was a lot of dust on it.Looking at his white hands, he didn't want to touch them anymore.

In addition to the laundry room on the first floor, there is another room. Fang Yue opened the door and entered and couldn't help but smile.

found it! !

This is a studio.The inside is not as tidy as the storage room, but this is what Fang Yue thinks the studio should look like.

Two long tables are placed next to each other at 90 degrees in the corner. One table is a bit messy with books and reference materials, and the other is relatively empty. The space in the middle is placed with table mats. It looks like a place for painting. .In front of the table is a round swivel chair without a backrest.There are two small carts next to the chairs, and the used paints, brushes and brush holders are placed on the carts.There are also photos or printed paintings on the walls, which seem to be used as reference or inspiration.There are many canvases, drawing boards and drawing papers piled up under the table.

Fang Yue knelt down and took out one.

It was a sketch of a small vendor selling watermelons on the street.The tanned skin in summer, the rough fingers, the shabby clothes, and the cart of watermelons are lifelike.

Fang Yue took out another one. This painting is not finished, but it can be seen from the sketch that it is a building.Fang Yue is very familiar with this building, it is their office building.

"When did you draw this... don't prepare well for the interview, and make such a show."

While chattering, he took out another drawing board. This painting is a road in autumn. The leaves of the trees beside the road have almost fallen off, and the ground is golden and bright.A few people with bags walked by the side of the road. There were no cars on the road, but two people were riding bicycles side by side.

Fang Yue immediately felt nostalgic for this painting.This is the road to the main entrance of their university. Fang Yue remembers that this is the road that Fang Yue passes the most every time she enters and exits the campus.Looking at this painting, he seems to be able to think of the small vendors at the school gate. He doesn’t know if they are still there; the friends who passed by this road laughing together at that time seem to have no contact except Song Song. I don’t know how everyone is doing. ;I sold my bicycle to a school girl after graduation, I don’t know if it has changed hands now...

Fang Yue accidentally fell into memories, and she didn't come back to herself until Xiang Rong came downstairs to find him.

"Let's eat." Xiang Rong said, and patted the chopsticks on Fang Yue's bowl.

Fang Yue was a little confused.There are five dishes in front of me. Although I was in a daze downstairs for a while just now, even though this time is enough to order takeaway, the unique shapes of the knives in these dishes cannot be fooled. He cut them.

Could it be that someone came to fry at home?

"What are you looking at? Eat." Xiang Rong picked up a chopstick dish for Fang Yue.

Fang Yue looked at the strangely shaped cucumber slices in the bowl: "It's so ugly..."

"... still have the face to say? Who cut it? Eat!" Xiang Rong ordered.

Fang Yue reluctantly picked up the bowl, and put the food that Xiang Rong gave him into his mouth.

"what?"

"what happened again?"

"It's actually quite delicious."

"........."

"As expected of the vegetables I cut!! The vegetables cut by beautiful hands must be extra delicious!" Fang Yue shook her right hand proudly, unabashedly narcissistic.After all, this little bastard already knows about it, so it doesn't matter~ "I didn't expect me to be so talented!"

"It has nothing to do with me as a cook?" Xiang Rong was a little helpless.

"Did you really fry it?"

"Yes."

"Hmm..." Fang Yue took another mouthful of vegetables and thought about it while chewing. After swallowing, she said, "You really made it? The same as the chicken wings last time?"

"Otherwise..." Xiang Rong was a little dumbfounded.

"You made such a delicious thing? A big lie."

"You!" Xiang Rong brought it up in one breath and wanted to scold this person, but seeing Fang Yue's face, he let it go again, "Forget it, believe it or not."

No matter who made it, Fang Yue tasted it unambiguously, because it was really delicious, and he ate up a bowl of rice without knowing it.When he was full, he rubbed his stomach and asked earnestly, "I'm done eating. What's your purpose? Tell me!"

"Purpose?" Xiang Rong raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah! You threatened me to come to your house just to make me chop vegetables, right? What's more extreme? Tell me!"

Xiang Rong felt this blockage in his heart.

He really just wanted to find an excuse to get Fang Yue to eat at home and show off his skills by the way.

As a result, the craftsmanship was shown, but people did not believe it.After eating, people think you have sinister intentions.

Alas, there is no way, who let this be the persona that I set for myself?

Xiang Rong once again strengthened his character background: a black-bellied intern who used video to threaten his colleagues.

After brainstorming for a while, Xiang Rong said, "From now on, you will pick me up for work every day."

"Huh? Pick you up? You are closer to the company than me!"

"Where are there so many nonsense, if you tell you to come, come!"

"...Cut~ Just pick it up, I'm afraid of you? Little bastard." Fang Yue's voice was not loud, as if he was talking to himself, but what he said was not cowardly.

Xiang Rong couldn't laugh or cry: "Senior, it's okay before, but you are so close to me and call me an asshole, and if I pretend not to hear you, you should think I'm deaf."

"Aren't you an asshole? Threatened me with a video, and forced me...uh..." Fang Yue recalled, what did Xiang Rong force herself to do since she was threatened?

Force him to have lunch with him.It seems that there is no lethality, but cheat him with takeaway.

Force him to chop vegetables.It hurt him to wash his hands several times, and his skin might become rough.

Still forcing him to get up early to pick him up for work?Do you understand beauty sleep?

Thinking about it, Fang Yue became angry, and continued: "Forcing me to do that! Can't you call you a little bastard? You won't lose meat if you call twice. Cut~"

Xiang Rong laughed angrily: "All right, all right, call it as you like. Just don't let others hear it."

"Oh? Scared?"

"I'm not afraid~" Xiang Rong stretched his voice, "I'm worried that my colleagues will hear it and think you're flirting with me~"

"What?! Who is flirting with you!" Fang Yue slapped the table and stood up.

"So, be careful." Xiang Rong also stood up and picked up the empty dishes, "Help me take these to the kitchen."

"I don't wash the dishes!!" Fang Yue said confidently.

Xiang Rong sighed: "I didn't ask you to swipe... just take it over."

Fang Yue felt that she had overreacted, and she was a little embarrassed, but only a little.He said oh twice, then picked up his bowl and chopsticks and went to the kitchen.

Looking at Fang Yue's back, Xiang Rong smiled slightly.