Little Bastard X Kidnapper

After watching Fang Yue run out of his sight, Xiang Rong turned and entered the room.Leaning against the door and looking at the furnishings in his home, Xiang Rong smiled.

The sofa that Fang Yue sat on.

The TV that Fang Yue watched.

A painting that Fang Yue praised.

The carpet that Fang Yue stepped on.

The kitchen utensils that Fang Yue touched.

Brushes and paints that Fang Yue has touched.

Fang Yue's studio.

Fang Yue breathed the air.

Xiang Rong suddenly felt that his house was really great!The first in the universe!Flawless!If the senior could live in...he didn't dare to imagine such an overly beautiful picture.

In Fang Yue's absence, Xiang Rong made no secret of his childish side.He rushed to the sofa, knelt on the carpet, hugged the pillow that Fang Yue leaned on just now, and sniffed it, smiling from ear to ear.After hugging for a while, he lay down on the spacious leather sofa and rolled around.I stayed for a while.Xiang Rong sat up suddenly, hugged the pillow and rushed downstairs into the studio.

The light in the studio was still on, and the pencils and unfinished paintings that Fang Yue had just used were still on the table.

Xiang Rong walked over, swallowed, put the cushion on the chair, freed his hands to hold the two corners of the drawing paper and picked it up gently.

This copied painting is not finished, it is basically just a pencil draft, and many details have not been drawn out, but the general structure and composition have come out.Fang Yue has not been painting for a long time, and it can be said that it is very fast to be able to paint to this point.

It has been several years since I last saw Fang Yue's painting up close, and now holding it in my hand, Xiang Rong is still very excited.

He held the painting up high, looked at it against the light, looked at it against the light, ran upstairs and compared it to his painting in the living room, and liked it no matter what.Although there is no coloring or details, Xiang Rong just likes it and feels warm.

After looking at it for more than ten minutes, he gently put the drawing paper on the palm of his left hand, then pressed it against his chest, and lay quietly on the sofa.Xiang Rong knew that he had gone too far with Fang Yue's obsession, but he couldn't stop.From the first time I saw him I couldn't stop.

In the past, he could maintain a reasonable distance from Fang Yue.He has not given up on Fang Yue's graduation these years. He knows where Fang Yue works, which neighborhood he lives in, the takeaway he likes to order, and his schedule.But even so he never thought of getting involved in all this.

The accumulated enthusiasm increased day by day. After graduation, he only submitted one resume, which was Fang Yue's company.He didn't want to give himself a way out, if he couldn't get it, at least he could get closer, and it would be nice if he could see him every day.

Xiang Rong thought so at first.

He overestimated his restraint.

After joining the job, he couldn't help approaching Fang Yue on purpose. He was happy just looking at him. After watching him eat the food he cooked and came home, he smirked happily all night. own hands for a long, long time.

Xiang Rong felt that what happened that night was an opportunity given to him by God.Xiang Rong tried his best to show his dark side and lamely pressed this opportunity.He didn't know if what he did at the time was right, if it would be different now if he treated the situation with gentleness and kindness, but the matter has come to this point, he can only go on like this.

"Senior Fang Yue..." Xiang Rong called Fang Yue's name in a low voice, and sighed softly.

[Xiang Rong's persistence has reached the point of being stubborn and paranoid. It is wrong to follow and follow, friends, don't learn~]