I saddle up for my rival [Rebirth]

Ever since Liang Ze finished his infusion and Guan Ling sent him back to Haojing, the two hadn't had much contact with each other. Guan Ling didn't know what Liang Ze was busy with, but without Liang Ze's control, Guan Ling had time to manage his own shop. up.

He bought a lot of spray painting materials. Since he doesn't plan to find a designer to redecorate, he plans to take advantage of this spare time to change the white walls in the store, at least let the students who come to consult after seeing the paintings on the wall sign up. impulse.

When Liang Ze called, he had just completed a picture of the wall next to the stairs. The phone rang on the table for a long time. Guan Ling took off his gloves and ran over quickly, and connected a second before the ringing ended. Telephone.

The National Day holiday was over, and the designer Liang Ze found again was put into work. The first draft was released in just three days. Liang Ze looked at the first draft and was satisfied. After thinking about it, he took out his mobile phone and called Guan Ling. "The first draft of the design from the gallery has been sent over, do you want to see it?"

Guan Ling answered the phone in a hurry, but didn't see who it was, and suddenly heard Liang Ze's voice, still a little dazed, "The first draft of the design?"

"Yes," Liang Ze said, "Before I saw that you were very caring, and you were still with that Lu..." Liang Ze paused for a second, and continued, "I also communicated with the previous designer about my ideas. The first draft is out, I think you should really want to see it, so I’ll ask you.”

Guan Ling couldn't help thinking of the day when she asked Liang Ze if he could continue working in the gallery. At that time, Liang Ze said, "If I agree to you, what benefits can you give me?" Later, he was bewitched by the beauty, so he agreed in a daze.

Liang Ze made this phone call and told himself that he promised himself to continue working in the gallery?

But what he promised has not been fulfilled yet, Guan Ling thought, does this mean he is taking advantage?

Liang Ze listened to the phone and no one answered for a while, so he asked, "Why are you here?"

The official listened back to his senses, and when his eyes fell on the various paints stained on his apron, he subconsciously said, "Draw a picture."

Liang Zehui made a mistake, and asked briskly, "How is the painting going?"

Guan Ling looked back at the eye wall, "One third."

Liang Ze said, "Don't worry, just draw slowly, it doesn't matter if the painting is good or bad."

Guan Ling was stunned for two seconds, and suddenly realized that Liang Ze had misunderstood him, thinking that he was the one he was painting, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, but now he was afraid of embarrassing Liang Ze when he explained, so he murmured. said.

Liang Ze was in a good mood and said, "The first draft is in my computer, I'll bring it here and show you."

Guan Ling really wanted to see it in his heart, but he was afraid that Liang Ze's lie just now would be self-defeating after seeing the painted paintings on the wall, so he said, "I'll come to you for the trouble of running around."

"You won't be in trouble if you come to find me?" Liang Ze clicked his tongue, "I drove here very fast, and Wei Jie just urged us to invite him to dinner, let's make it tonight."

Guan Ling couldn't think of a reason to refute for a while, but Liang Ze had already hung up the phone first.

How can this be done?

Maybe it's because he told too many lies in front of Liang Ze, or it's because the peaceful and somewhat ambiguous relationship between the two of them is really intoxicating, or it's because Liang Ze asks about paintings quite frequently, and every time he speaks Unable to hide his anticipation, Guan Ling felt a little flustered for no reason, he didn't want to see Liang Ze's disappointed expression.

No matter what, Guan Ling untied the apron and pulled out the chair to sit down. Why don't you draw a sketch first, it's better than nothing.

He dug out the drawing paper and pen, found a group photo of the two of them from the photo album, glanced at the time in the upper right corner, and calculated how long it would take Liang Ze to drive here from Haojing, without thinking about anything else. In a hurry, I wrote down the pen.

The wind chime at the door of the store was not removed, Liang Ze raised his hand and brushed it lightly when he arrived at the store, making a series of tinkling and crisp sounds, Guan Ling, who was sitting on the boss chair concentrating on drawing, was forced to divert his attention from He moved away from the half-painted painting, and was slightly taken aback when it landed on the tall figure at the door.

Liang Ze is wearing a navy blue shirt with a pointed collar today, the collar is embroidered with golden dark flowers, two buttons are unbuttoned on the front, a pair of colorful sunglasses are hung on the chest, and the protruding collarbone is inexplicably sexy.

During the few seconds that Guan Ling was stunned, Liang Ze had already walked to the counter. When his eyes fell on the drawing paper on the table and the content on it, he raised an eyebrow, and reached out to pick up the drawing paper with a look of scrutiny. Guan Ling suddenly came back to his senses, and secretly guessed that Liang Ze was not satisfied with the painting, so he whispered, "It's not finished yet."

"Draw it according to the screensaver?" Liang Ze asked with a smile.

The screen is the same as the one in the album, so the meaning is similar, Guan Ling nodded.

"I asked you to draw one for me," Liang Ze said with a smile on his face, his eyes still on the painting, "but you drew the two of us."

Guan Ling's heart skipped a beat. He was in a hurry to write, and he didn't think of this at all.

What does Liang Ze mean by asking that?Do you think I'm implying something on purpose?Thinking of this, Guan Ling felt a little embarrassed for no reason, and opened his mouth to defend, "I..."

Only the word "I" popped out, but I didn't know how to continue.

How would he explain it?Explain that I didn't think so much and just wrote according to the photos?Or cheekily say that the photos are taken like this, and he doesn't have the technical content to divide people into individual paintings?

It seems that no matter which one is used as a reason, it is a bit unsatisfactory.

Liang Ze returned the drawing paper to its original position, and tapped lightly on the table twice with his fingers curled. His eyes were full of smiles, and before the official heard a suitable reason, he said, "It looks pretty good."

"Ah?" Guan Ling was taken aback.

"I didn't expect you could really draw." Liang Ze said, "You draw pretty well."

Guan Ling painted in a hurry, and she was a little flustered at the beginning of the few strokes, and finally became serious after finally calming down. Does Liang Ze mean that he is quite satisfied?

Guan Ling's heart was more than half relaxed, and he asked mysteriously, "Do you like it?"

Liang Ze raised his eyebrows to look at him, and his fingertips brushed over the face on the drawing paper, as if tracing with his fingertips instead of writing, and he asked, "Are you talking about paintings or people?" ?”

Guan Ling was stunned, his eyes fell on the drawing paper on the table, he happened to see all the movements of Liang Ze's hands, his head buzzed, he didn't know if he was too sensitive or his associations were too rich, the left side of his face was burning. When he got up, it was as if Liang Ze's fingertips were not brushing the drawing paper, but his own face.

"When...of course it's a painting!" Guan Ling panicked, as if he was afraid of the other party's misunderstanding, and he seemed to be eager to clarify because of the association in his mind just now, "It's...it's about people..."

"Oh." Liang Ze moved the back of his hand to his back, clicked his tongue and said in disappointment, "I thought you drew me so well because you promised to like me more." He sighed after finishing speaking. He took a deep breath, "It seems that I am being sentimental."

When Guan Ting heard this, he felt embarrassed and embarrassing, but he was also grateful. He almost misinterpreted Liang Ze's meaning just now, and thought that the person in the other party's words was referring to himself, and he should be the one who pretended to be passionate. right.

However, thinking that Liang Ze purposely showed himself the first draft of the gallery's design, the official couldn't help but feel a little sorry when he heard this. Liang Ze had obviously acquiesced in his continuing to work in the gallery, but he promised to like him more. If so, it doesn't seem to be done.

Seeing Liang Ze's disappointed expression, Guan Ling subconsciously blurted out, "It's not..."

Liang Ze originally just wanted to tease him, and didn't expect him to say anything nice, but he was a little surprised when he heard Guan Ling's explanation, "Huh? Nothing?"

Guan Ling pursed his lips and said nothing, lowered his head to fiddle with more than half of the paintings on the table, Liang Ze raised an eyebrow clearly, "Aren't you pretending to be sentimental?"

Guan Ling lowered his head, as if he was a little embarrassed. He didn't know whether it was because of Liang Ze's knowingly asking or because of his blurted explanation. He opened the drawer and put the drawing paper in, and said to him, "We bought Wei Jie the money for dinner." I'll go out."

The surrounding air was ambiguously bubbling with pink bubbles, Liang Ze saw the uneasiness on Guan Ling's face, and thought he was acquiescing to being shy, and he was very happy, but hearing him mention Wei Jie, it was really a bit strange. Disappointed, he pretended he didn't hear it, and brought the topic back to the beginning, saying solemnly, "I like it very much."

"Huh?" Guan Ling was startled, and raised his face in confusion.

Liang Ze was staring at him with a smile in his eyes, his four eyes collided, like the warm spring sun, dazzling but not dazzling, he said inexplicably, "I like both paintings and people."

Guan Ling was locked by such a pair of eyes, and he couldn't move his eyes. Liang Ze's words automatically formed a bullet screen in his mind, scrolling left and right, flashing back and forth, the frequency was too fast, making his heart beat like a drum, his heart was pounding, he was flustered, he was flustered and short of breath.

What a foul, he hastily lowered his eyelashes, and couldn't help but think, now it's hard for him not to be sentimental.

He thought again, Liang Ze is really evil, he was looking at him like this last time at the elevator entrance, and then he complied with such a request just now...

While he was slandering Liang Ze in his heart, Liang Ze also looked at him recklessly, seeing his slightly red ears and the shyness between his brows, he opened his thin lips unhurriedly, and spoke calmly Rubo, "I planned to wait until you finished the painting, but..." He intentionally dragged the end, Guan Ling raised his eyes curiously, Liang Ze paused for two seconds and continued, "I didn't expect you to draw I draw so vividly, and when I am in a good mood, why don't I make you happy in advance."

Guan Ling blinked, the embarrassment just now was replaced by curiosity, he asked, "What?"

Liang Ze took half a step forward, bowed his upper body slightly and moved forward. There was a table between the two of them. With Liang Ze's posture, he placed himself below. Guan Ling didn't expect him to suddenly come over , subconsciously wanted to back up, but suddenly a hand came across from his back, grabbing his whole body forward, Guan Ling's body involuntarily threw himself forward, subconsciously supporting the table with both hands. bumped into Liang Ze's face.

Liang Ze slightly raised his face to look at him, Guan Ling looked condescendingly on Liang Ze's face, the distance between the two of them was too close, their posture was too ambiguous, and the beating heart that had been subdued just now due to curiosity started beating again. Guan Ling unconsciously bent his fingers slightly with his hands propped on the table, he pursed his lips and tried to clear his throat, but found that his throat was terribly dry.

He swallowed subconsciously, opened his lips slightly, "You..."

The hand on his waist retracted, forcing his whole body to press forward again, his thigh bumped against the edge of the table, and there was a dull pain, but compared to the close-at-hand picture that forced him to be in a state of confusion. Face is nothing.

Liang Ze seemed to be calm, but in fact his heart was not much calmer than the other party. He took a deep breath, as if he had made a major decision, and his Adam's apple rolled when he opened his lips, "Let's make a fake show."

Guan Ling was in a daze for a moment, and after the daze, he became flustered and confused, and there was a bit of subconscious shyness in the confusion.

He couldn't help but think of that night in the car, he was clearly the one who said the words first, and he was the one who was shamelessly clasping fingers with others, and now the person who spoke was replaced by the other party, with his hands holding the cool glass tabletop, But the hand on the back of his waist seemed to be on fire, scorching his entire waist and back as if it was on fire, the pores seemed to explode, and the blood all over his body seemed to flow retrogradely in an instant.

Obviously I am the one who is condescending, but it makes him feel a strong sense of oppression for no reason, his beating heartbeat seems to be stopped suddenly by someone, obviously I have excellent grades from elementary school to university and win awards every year , but at this moment, he is like an illiterate who can't read big characters, his mind is like a pot of boiling porridge, and he can't even utter a word.

The hand on his waist gently rubbed twice through a thin layer of cloth, causing a burst of itching that swept across his heart. Guan Ling's heartbeat suddenly stopped as if it had hit a switch suddenly, thump, thump, thump He clicked more cheerfully than before, as if he was about to break through the shackles of the flesh in his chest, he subconsciously twisted his waist, trying to avoid the messy hand that bound him.

Liang Ze directly interpreted this wordless resistance as a desire to refuse or welcome due to shyness, put his fingertips on his waist and pinched it lightly, and urged, "Why are you standing still, tell me ah."

Guan Ling felt like being electrocuted, the pinched waist went numb for an instant, spreading all around, but Liang Ze was still staring at him for a moment, as if waiting for him to reply, Guan Ling's expression was unaffected. Burning up under control, he opened his mouth and asked in a hoarse voice, "Give...what do you want?"

He felt that he might die suddenly from a rapid heart rate, how could he think of a few words at this time, his chest was like a stormy sea, and the waves beat on his heart. There was no shadow left, only a throbbing throbbing that continued to survive.

Liang Zequan thought that he was shy, and didn't force people to speak so bluntly, but the hands around people's waists were not idle at all, like urging, and like bewitching, he rubbed lightly twice again, and said, "It's okay if you don't say anything, then you just nod."

Guan Ling was in a daze, wondering if the tactile sensation on his waist had completely disrupted his already hard-to-concentrate mind, he followed Liang Ze's words and nodded, but just nodded, The hand on the side of the waist suddenly grabbed him forward again, Guan Ling didn't notice for a moment, his hand loosened earlier, at this time he was pushed forward by this force, and the whole person fell forward like a boneless person, The tip of his nose bumped into something, and before he could react to what he hit, the warm touch on his lips wiped out the last trace of reaction.

At this moment, the porridge in his mind was no longer boiled, and replaced by bouquets of loud fireworks, which exploded into his lungs, making him flustered and short of breath, his legs weak.

He and Liang Ze are not

The first time we kissed, the last time in Yuyuan, without his knowledge, Liang Ze kissed him first and then unbuttoned his shirt. Anger hardly gave birth to any charm, and even the instinctive shyness turned to anger, even if he didn't fall out with Liang Ze afterwards, it was because he only regarded that kiss as work.

But right now, this kiss obviously has nothing to do with work, so Shy and Charming took the opportunity to turn over, suppressing their anger under their feet, like a victor who flaunts his might, standing on the tip of his heart with a big banner , driving his already fast heart rate.

Boom, boom, as if I could hear the beating of my own heart, resounding in my ears.

A sudden pain in the upper lip pulled Guan Ling back from his chaotic thoughts to reality. The lip was held between his teeth and rubbed gently back and forth. Guan Ling trembled and subconsciously raised his hand to push Liang Ze's chest After a moment, he lowered his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell on Liang Ze's face which was close at hand. Liang Ze was also looking at him with half-closed eyes, his four eyes collided, and the fireworks that had just exploded exploded tirelessly stand up.

Only one-third of the sanity has returned, and a bold thought is squeezed out from the gap: Is this the legendary heartbeat?

Liang Ze was quite satisfied with Guan Ling's reaction, he loosened his teeth, and said softly, "But the painting still needs to be finished."

How can Guan Ling listen?I was stunned by the thought that flashed through my mind, and it took me a while to squeeze out a sticky and hoarse "hmm" from my throat.

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call!The author gasped and asked, "Is this what you want?"