I saddle up for my rival [Rebirth]

Guan Ling originally thought that he would not be able to fall asleep or that if he fell asleep, it would be a dream all night, but he did not expect that when he woke up in the morning, not only did he not have any memory of the dream, but he felt refreshed.

When I went downstairs, Zhang Ping had already arrived. She was sitting in the boss chair, eating fried dough sticks and playing with her mobile phone. When she heard the movement, she tapped on the table without raising her eyelids, "I bought fried dough sticks and soy milk."

Guan Ling wasn't polite to her either. He took a deep-fried dough stick in his mouth, turned around and went into the storage room behind the workbench, and walked out a few minutes later with a palette and various paints and papers in his hand.

Zhang Ping looked over when she heard the movement, her eyes were filled with disbelief and shock, "You won't even sell these things, will you?"

"This little thing can be sold for nothing," Guan Ling piled the things on the workbench, bit off the deep-fried dough stick in his mouth and said vaguely, "Master is rich now, so he won't sell his property." .”

Zhang Pingxin said that it was rare for you to become a seller, but because of the identity of the other party's boss, she swallowed the words back, and said instead, "Then what are you doing with these?"

Guan Ling swept everything on the table into a plastic bag, then dragged a drawing board out of the storage room, and said as he walked upstairs, "Retreat."

The fritters in Zhang Ping's mouth almost didn't fall off, and she said in shock, "You don't plan to paint, do you?"

Guan Ling was too lazy to talk nonsense with her, and said while walking, "Go to the next door and help me buy some bread and milk, and bring them for me later."

Guan Ling paused after walking around the corner, then turned her head and said in an unusually serious tone, "Also, don't bother me, anytime and anything."

The time Liang Ze gave him was really limited, he could only catch up with the progress in this way.

Zhang Ping was very curious about the behavior of her boss. During the period, she sneaked up to look at it two or three times. Unfortunately, the door was closed and locked. From the time of night to the closing of the store, the closed door upstairs has not been opened. .

When Liang Ze's phone call came, Guan Ling just splashed water on his face. His gaze swept across the slightly pale face in the mirror. I don't know if it was because the water droplets on his eyelashes blurred his vision or he hadn't rested well. Two or three double images were pulled out of the person, with five or six eyes on one face, and the mouth was pulled to the chin, which looked quite frightening.

Guan Ling blinked hard and then slowly opened it. He pulled the towel off the shelf and wiped his face. When he looked in the mirror, he had returned to normal. He raised his hand and patted his cheek twice, threw down the towel and walked out. While in the bathroom, the phone on the table rang.

Caller ID top VIP.

Guan Ling subconsciously glanced at the wall clock on the wall, bent down and picked up the phone to connect the call.

"What are you doing?" Liang Ze's rather impatient voice came from the receiver, with a slight dip in the end, probably because he was annoyed at the delay in answering the phone.

Guan Ling glanced at the paintings on the shelf, and answered irrelevantly, "What time do you get them?"

"Another time," Liang Ze said, "I have something to do here, I'll pick you up in the afternoon, remember to bring the painting."

Guan Ling was quite surprised, "Pick me up?"

"Yes," Liang Ze paused after finishing speaking, and instructed, "Be careful with your clothes."

Guan Ling understood, subconsciously twitched the corners of his mouth, "Be a bit flirty, I understand."

"...No need," Liang Ze said, "Wear more formally, preferably a suit."

"The coquettish route won't work?" Guan Ling asked amusedly.

"Just do what I say," Liang Ze said, "If you don't have it, report the size to me, and I'll take it there."

Guan Ling didn't want to blackmail him for a suit, he turned his head and glanced at the whole wall of the wardrobe, as if he was hurt by Liang Ze's "if not", a look of disdain flashed across his face, and he hummed in his nostrils Breathing, "I have a lot."

"That's good." Liang Ze seemed worried after finishing speaking, and then instructed, "Don't dress up so fancy."

Guan Ling is a little speechless, you are the one who wants to show off, and now you are the one who dislikes gaudy things, if it weren't for your name Liang Ze, I would have turned my mother's face long ago.

Guan Ling endured his unhappiness and said hello, and hung up the phone as soon as he finished speaking.

Guan Ling threw the phone back on the bed, raised her hand and touched the surface of the painting.This work is quite good from composition to drawing, but because the time is too hasty, so some tricks were used in the process. If it is not for the addition of turpentine, this painting can only be regarded as a semi-finished product now, but in order to work quickly, he did not Strictly do a good job of sharing, so the quality cannot be guaranteed.

Anyway, it's just for a while, he and Liang Ze won't be entangled for too long, not to mention he didn't take any money for this painting, even if it is revealed by then, it doesn't matter.

But the face-saving work still needs to be done well, Guan Ling flipped out a pen and signed Cheng Fei's name on the bottom of the painting, after thinking about it, he wrote a date on it.

When Liang Ze drove to the studio, the sun had already set, leaving a large ray of sunlight covering the earth. He parked the car at the door, opened the door and walked in. The wind chimes hanging above the door brushed over his head as he entered the door, and issued Ding Lin clattered loudly.

Zhang Ping was dozing off boredly, but when she heard the sound, she sat up straight reflexively, and when she looked up, she thought she was immersed in the sweet dream just now.

"Where's Guan Ling?" Liang Ze asked Zhang Ping after looking around and seeing no one.

Zhang Ping stared blankly at the handsome guy who was getting closer and closer to her, her eyes widened, until that handsome face got closer and closer, and finally knocked on the table impatiently with a calm face, and then took her Thoughts pulled back.

"Ah, I'm looking for the little boss," Zhang Ping regained consciousness, "Hey, aren't you the handsome guy who came to the store to ask the little boss to place an order?"

"Yes," Liang Ze met her straight gaze, frowned in displeasure, and said patiently, "Where's Guan Ling?"

"Upstairs." Zhang Ping pointed to the stairs.

"Thank you." After Liang Ze finished speaking, he walked towards the stairs, but he was stopped by Zhang Ping within a few steps.

"That..." Zhang Ping said with some embarrassment, "The little boss is in closed-door retreat, and no one will disturb you." After speaking, she seemed afraid that the other party would not believe her, so she hurriedly added, "I haven't seen you downstairs since the morning before yesterday, and I specially asked But I can't go up and disturb."

"It's okay." Liang Ze walked around her, "I've already contacted him." After saying that, he raised his chin to Zhang Ping, who was going to follow, "You can go about your business."

Liang Ze didn't say what time he would come in the afternoon. After working so hard for two days, Guan Ling couldn't lift his eyelids. He hung up the phone and fell asleep with his head covered. A knock on the door woke me up.

"What are you doing?" Guan Ling turned her head, squinted her eyes and shouted in the direction of the door.

"It's me, can I go?"

Liang Ze's voice came in through the door, the deep and powerful voice seemed to be cut off, it sounded a bit hazy, but Guan Ling still sat up from the bed in a jerk, still unable to open his eyes. His eyelids seemed to have found a support point and opened, and he called out to the door uncertainly, "Liang Ze?"

Liang Ze didn't answer this time, but only answered him with a knock on the door.

Guan Ling hurriedly turned his head and glanced at the paint and pen container on the ground, shouted "wait a moment" in the direction of the door, and hurriedly pushed the pile of things under the bed, then took down the painting and spread it on the table, and put the drawing board He also threw it under the bed before rubbing his hands and walking to the door.

After Guan Ling opened the door and saw Liang Ze who seemed to be waiting impatiently outside the door, he smiled politely, "Why didn't you call in advance?"

Liang Ze swept over Guan Ling's shoulder to the rather messy bed in the room, and answered the wrong question, "What you call retreat is sleep?"

"Ah?" Guan Ling was taken aback for a moment, then twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, "Then what... let's go."

Liang Ze only looked him up and down, stared at him without saying a word, and didn't intend to get out of the way when he was blocking the door.

Guan Ling looked down at himself, and said awkwardly, "Wait for me, I'll change clothes." After saying that, he turned and walked into the room, and stopped after taking two steps, "You...do you want to sit and wait?"

Liang Ze was not polite to him, and walked in with his long legs.

Even though Guan Ling's identity has taken on a new look now, knowing that he is still inferior to Liang Ze in every way, the deep-rooted sense of inferiority will still emerge unconsciously, the point that he has finally built up. Er'er's self-confidence was destroyed to the point that there was not even a scum left.

He stood aside and watched Liang Ze sizing up his own square inch with cold eyes, his whole body was a little tense because of being too nervous, although he didn't know why he felt nervous.

"Hurry up," Liang Ze looked back at him, "Why are you staring at me? Clothes are hanging on my face?"

Guan Ling looked away in embarrassment, turned around and opened the wardrobe where the formal clothes were placed, "Is there any requirement for the color?"

Hearing the sound, Liang Ze walked over, stretched out his long arm and opened the other wardrobe door, his slender fingertips touched the rows of suits of different styles and colors on the shelf, "This is the set."

Liang Ze picked out a light gray suit. The cuff buttons were designed with hems about two centimeters wide. The colors of different shades were drawn into a small light brown square with different incisions, making the original regular and transparent. With a little ingenuity of fashion.

Guan Ling had no objection, and went into the bathroom with his clothes. When he came out, Liang Ze was standing in front of the table, his eyes glued to the tiled painting on the table, with a calm expression, neither joy nor displeasure.

Guan Ling couldn't figure out what his reaction meant, so he said with a smile, "I kept it pretty well."

"It's pretty good," Liang Ze said without lifting his eyelids, "It looks like new."

It seemed like a word of praise, but Guan Ling's heart skipped a beat when he heard it.Did he see something?Thinking of this Guan Ling shook his head and denied this idea. In order to show that this painting is from two years ago, he put a lot of effort into coloring when painting, and he has tried his best to rely on the word "old". I have also carefully read it, and I should not see any major problems.

What's more, Liang Ze doesn't know much about paintings, and it's impossible to see the clues at a glance. After thinking about it, these words may just be pure praise.

After Guan Ling's self-analysis, his hanging heart calmed down a little. He opened his mouth and was about to be polite, when Liang Ze pointed to the bottom right of the painting and said, "Why didn't you stamp it?"

Guan Ling glanced at the direction of his finger, and calmly found a reason, "Cheng Fei just graduated when he painted this painting, and he is not well-known yet. I just begged for this signature."

Liang Ze nodded as if he believed it. He picked up the painting and shifted his gaze from the painting to Guan Ling who was already dressed.

Guan Ling felt guilty because of the painting in his hand. Being stared at by him like this, it seemed that his whole body was covered with eyes, and his whole body was stiff. Aroused Liang Ze's suspicion.

He stood there stiffly, his face seemed calm and let the other party scrutinize him, but his heart was beating like a thousand drums. After some time, he couldn't bear it any longer, and said with a puzzled look on his face, "Why... What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Liang Ze looked away and walked out holding the painting while saying expressionlessly, "It's pretty pretty."

The author has something to say:

I asked for leave yesterday. I wrote it this morning and sent it directly at noon. The update will be at seven or eight in the evening tomorrow.