I saddle up for my rival [Rebirth]

It was already ten o'clock when Guan Ling got home. After paying the fare, he went into the store with a slumped head, and saw Zhang Ping packing up his things and preparing to close the store for get off work.

Guan Ling waved her hand, "You go straight to get off work."

It was rare for the boss to be generous. Zhang Ping only thought that he was in a good mood, and asked with a smile, pointing to the drawer of the workbench, "The boss made extra money today?"

Guan Ling was thinking about the painting all the way, so he was in no mood to talk nonsense with her, so he nodded casually and threw himself into the boss chair behind the workbench.

"The female boss who came to the store today is also one of your customers?" Zhang Ping opened the drawer with a smile, and showed him today's turnover in the notebook. All the treasures were bought by her."

The officer came back to his senses after hearing this, and subconsciously glanced at the opposite wall. The wall that was originally full of paintings was empty, and they were all paintings with the highest prices in the store.

"Female boss?" Guan Ling frowned in surprise, "What female boss?"

"You don't know?" Zhang Ping was taken aback for a moment, and then she smiled knowingly, "It's probably your former client, who came here to praise you."

This possibility is unlikely. Orders placed through the Guanling line are generally communicated online and then set up a place to meet to discuss the nature of work and wages. Except for the acquaintances around, it is impossible for customers who do not even recognize Zhang Ping to come to the store to look for him. There is still a clear distinction between the second job and life, but it is an exception for Liang Ze to come directly to the store to place an order.

But there was only one such case, and the female boss Zhang Ping was talking about made Guan Ling doubtful.

"Did you leave your name?" Guan Ling flipped through today's turnover and picked up the banknotes in his notebook and counted them one by one.

"It seems like I mentioned it, but I don't remember it very much, I only vaguely remember the surname Zhao," Zhang Ping said while recalling, "But the female boss is really beautiful, her temperament is very elegant, and her dress is also extraordinary." Zhang Ping After praising him, Ping looked at her boss curiously, "Hey, where did you find such a high-quality client? I don't think he lacks a boyfriend..." Zhang Ping stopped abruptly in the middle of speaking, and Guan Ling's eyes also showed some deep meaning, and he said, "Boss, you can't be...so what?"

Guan Ling went through her description in his head, and found that the female client who matched the description was better than nothing. When he looked up, he saw Zhang Ping looking at him with a strange face. Guan Ling couldn't help but frowned, "What?"

"Just... so what... Bao..." Zhang Ping seemed to feel that this word was too difficult to say, seeing Guan Ling staring at herself in confusion, she gritted her teeth and popped out the word, "Nursing .”

Guan Ling was stunned for five seconds before realizing it, and glared at her extremely depressed, "How did you get admitted to graduate school with such a dirty mind?"

"Then I really can't think of anything else," Zhang Ping shrugged, "I don't know how many people have posted this kind of condition, so they won't spend money to find you as a boyfriend for a day, right?" Zhang Ping paused, "If you want Otherwise, I am interested in you and want to get your attention in this way."

Guan Ling rolled his eyes helplessly, "Clean up your class and watch less idol dramas all day long, a good student will almost be regarded as a brain-dead."

"Bah." Zhang Ping spat at him angrily, "I don't think she knows much about painting, she just keeps asking about you, if she's not interested in you, what else."

Guan Ling paused as he put the counted money into the drawer, "Ask me?"

"That's right," Zhang Ping said, "It seems that I know a lot about you, even the fact that we are in arrears with rent for three months, but..." Zhang Ping looked at her boss in puzzlement, "Why does she Ask me if you have a boyfriend?"

Guan Ling raised his eyebrows. The only person who could be curious about this was a beautiful, elegant and rich woman. He could only think of one at the moment.

Zhang Ping was still chattering with a question mark on her face, "Shouldn't she ask you if you have a girlfriend? Or did you lie to her that you like men because you're not interested in her? You wouldn't really..."

"Did she say anything else besides these?" Guan Ling interrupted her.

"Just chatted about the housing prices in our area," Zhang Ping said indifferently, "I also praised you for your vision, how to choose a location for opening a store, and when you left, I wished you a prosperous business. Everything else seemed to be gone."

These seemingly pleasant compliments have completely changed in Guan Ling's ears. It's not that he wants to judge others with malice, it's that this other person has already treated him with malice first, and he really doesn't believe that Zhao Yihuan's trip is only for In order to buy a few paintings in his store that are not on the table and send a blessing.

"I see," Guan Ling frowned and took out his phone, "Go back first, and be careful on the road."

After Zhang Ping left, the studio became extremely quiet in an instant. Such an environment was very suitable for conceiving and creating, but Guan Ling had no inspiration at all.Today's day was extremely unreal. From the moment he bumped into Liang Ze in the cemetery in the morning, his nerves began to collapse. It wasn't until he returned to this small world that his heart that had been hanging all the time fell back. Real place.

He put the cash in the drawer into his wallet, closed the store door and went upstairs, took a quick shower, lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling for a long time.

The story he told Liang Ze was not completely fabricated. The original owner's father was indeed an art teacher, and the original owner did not meet his father's expectations Jackie Chan. It was indeed the painstaking effort of the original owner's father for half his life. Regardless of whether Zhao Yihuan really came to buy two paintings to find out the truth or threatened in disguise, he could not let the store be lost if he continued to live as the original owner.

After thinking for a while, Guan Ling touched his phone and sent Liang Ze a text message.

-Zhao Yihuan came to my shop today

After the text message was sent, Guan Ling stared at the phone for a long time without waiting for a reply. His eyes swept over the time in the upper right corner, thinking that Liang Ze said he was sleepy when he was in the car, so he probably fell asleep.

Guan Ling threw the phone aside, exhaustion swept through his limbs, but he didn't feel sleepy at all, his eyes were staring at the ceiling with sparkling eyes, after some time, his vision became blurred, and the figure in front of him was shaking, It was like returning to that afternoon not long ago.

The thunderstorm in August came in a hurry, and Cheng Fei was caught off guard. He was cut off by the pouring rain before he reached the entrance of the staff dormitory building. In desperation, he had to find a nearby eaves to shelter from the rain.

Liang Ze came out of the staff dormitory building with a big black umbrella, just in time to see Cheng Fei standing against the wall under the eaves and wiping the rain on his face.

Cheng Fei stood against the wall in embarrassment, his whole body seemed to be a little stiff to avoid the rainwater falling vertically along the eaves, he pursed his lips and tugged the corner of his mouth at Liang Ze in the rain curtain. He nodded his head as a greeting.

Liang Ze was slightly taken aback, staring at Cheng Fei for a few seconds before revealing a dazed expression. He walked over slowly holding an umbrella, glanced at the canvas bag with the Academy of Fine Arts logo on his chest, and asked doubtfully, "Are you still Students here?"

Cheng Fei smiled, "It used to be."

"Come here in the rain to remember the time on campus?"

Cheng Fei smiled awkwardly, "Do something."

"Is it done?" Liang Ze asked.

Cheng Fei hesitated and nodded, Liang Ze moved the umbrella a few inches above his head, "Then let's go together."

Cheng Fei didn't hesitate anymore, thanked shyly and got into the big black umbrella.

"My car is parked at the door," Liang Ze said while walking, "I can give you a ride."

The rain was too heavy, and Cheng Fei only heard a few words vaguely, but couldn't form a complete sentence, so he raised his face in doubt and shouted, "What did you say?"

Liang Ze raised his hand and pointed forward, "I can give you a ride."

Now Cheng Fei heard it clearly, lowered his eyes and thanked again.

When they got into the car, their shoes were filled with water, and most of their trouser legs were wet. Liang Ze frowned in frustration, but he didn't intend to start the car. Let’s go when the rain is less, it’s not safe.”

Naturally, Cheng Fei didn't care. He tilted his head and secretly looked at the person next to him by wiping his face with a tissue. He was handsome, wealthy and a gentleman. No wonder Zhou Jinhang would never forget it.

"Why did you become a driver for Zhou Jinhang as a student of art?" The two had only met once, and the atmosphere in the car was quite awkward, Liang Ze asked out of nothing to say.

Cheng Fei was startled, and then he pursed his lips and smiled, with some self-mockery and bitterness that outsiders could not understand, "I am his assistant, and I drive occasionally."

Liang Ze understood, "Didn't find a job in this major after graduation?"

"In the past two years, I have saved some money working as Mr. Zhou's assistant," Cheng Fei said, "I opened a gallery by myself, and it's called a gallery on Tianlong Street."

"The benefits that Zhou Jinhang gave you are not bad," Liang Ze joked, "Tianlong Street is worth every inch of land."

Cheng Fei smiled and said nothing, and took out his painting album from the canvas bag, "Does Mr. Liang have any research on painting?"

"No research." Liang Ze said bluntly.

Cheng Fei flicked through the collection of paintings in his hand. When he turned to a certain page, his hands paused, and then he took out one of the pages and handed it to Liang Ze, "Give this painting to Mr. Liang, thank you for uploading it. I'll take a ride."

"You're welcome, I don't care much about art circles..." Liang Ze paused suddenly, the scene he saw surprised him, he took the drawing paper from Cheng Fei's hand, his expression changed a few times , "How could you..."

"Accidentally saw this picture in Mr. Zhou's photo album," Cheng Fei said while observing his expression, "I think it's nice to be young, so I couldn't help but draw it from my impressions. It's really cool to meet Mr. Liang today." It’s fate, so I’ll give this painting to Mr. Liang.”

In the painting, four teenagers in white and blue school uniforms put their shoulders on each other. Everyone’s eyes are full of wanton publicity and youthful arrogance. The painting in front of them is like an opened moonlight treasure box, leading the thoughts to many years ago involuntarily. .

Suddenly two ethereal 'ding ding' sounds came from his ears, dragging Guan Ling back from his half-dream and half-awake state, he slowly opened his eyes, his vision went from blurry to clear in less than a second, the ceiling was pale under the light , where is there any figure?

He subconsciously touched the phone with the screen still on and took a look. It was a text message reply.

-knew

Guan Ling stared at the short three-word reply and frowned. He rubbed his eyes and sat up on the bed, stared at the three words back and forth for about a minute, and finally replied with a series of question marks.

This time, Liang Ze's text message was answered quite quickly.

-Just play your part and leave the rest alone

Look, what a domineering CEO's tone, Guan Ling clicked his tongue twice on the text message, and this text message reminded him of what Liang Ze said back then to deal with the aftermath.

Then can I sit back and relax and just take the money to act?

Guan Ling threw the phone aside and lay down again, but his drowsiness was gone. He fixed his eyes on the pale ceiling illuminated by the light, reminiscing about the scene just now that he didn't know whether it was a memory or a dream.

Liang Ze didn't mention it, he really didn't remember that he had given him a painting for a while.

It was a coincidence that they met that day, and sending the painting was purely accidental, but sending the painting that was exactly the same as the photo in Zhou Jinhang's wallet was not on Cheng Fei's whim.

Ever since he knew the existence of this photo, he was full of jealousy. He gave this painting to Liang Ze, just to tell Liang Ze that his relationship with Zhou Jinhang was far closer than that of his assistant. Crazy want to declare sovereignty in disguise in this way.

Guan Ling let out a long sigh, and a soliloquy came from the empty bedroom, "What a fool."

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I came early today and I am still thick and long, I am awesome ~ continue tomorrow