[Quick Transmigration] On the Classification of Trash Boyfriends

The next day, Huo Zhi didn't go to school.

He knew that Lin Qiuci would make a move, and it just so happened that he wanted to give the other party the opportunity to make the move.

There were only him and Zhao Lin left in the family, and Zhao Lin moved here just two days ago.The whole process was much more natural than Huo Zhi imagined. Zhao Rongchi said that it would be troublesome to run back and forth to play with the children, so he lightly mentioned that it would be better to take Zhao Lin over to live with him. The man ordered without any thought. Head, took Zhao Lin home that night.

Although he brought up this matter, Huo Zhi prefers that this awkward man has long wanted to do this, and because of face, he must leave the decision-making power to him, Huo Zhi thought, compared to Zhao Lin in his previous life Lonely and helpless without anyone's attention, Zhao Lin in this life seems to have gotten a better life already.

Everything is getting better.

In the spacious studio, the little boy is lying on the ground and painting intently. His white face is stained with paint, which makes him look more lively.Huo Zhi walked over quietly, and Zhao Lin climbed up to cover his painting as if he had eyes in his back, and his colorful face looked pretty decent.

Huo Zhi couldn't help rubbing his head with a smile. "Why did you start drawing?"

"Because Dad's paintings are beautiful."

"Just because of this?"

Zhao Lin hesitated for a while, "I will also become a painter like my father in the future."

"I'm not a painter, and I don't have this opportunity anymore, but Xiaolin works hard, maybe he will really be a great painter in the future."

Huo Zhi said while laughing, but obviously Zhao Lin didn't understand the meaning of his words, and just nodded with a vague understanding.

"Dad," the boy tugged at the corner of his clothes, pointing to the corner, "the painting over there is gone."

Huo Zhi said, "I was taken away by my father."

Zhao Lin opened his eyes wide in doubt, "But isn't that a birthday present for Father Zhao?"

"Birthday gifts don't have to be given in person, Xiao Lin said, right?" Huo Zhi smiled slyly, "We want to surprise your father Zhao."

He was a little impatient.

"Qiu Ci, you have already handed in your work? This is too fast!"

"Fortunately, the time is too short, and the paintings are not so detailed."

"Don't be modest, I saw your painting just now, and winning an award is definitely not a problem!"

"You're exaggerating..."

The conversation on the side was not very noticeable in the studio. Huo Zhi came a little late, and he hurriedly sat down in his seat, not noticing the deep meaning in Lin Qiuci's eyes following him. The easel The painting on the screen was covered by a white cloth, Huo Zhi lifted the cloth, his eyes were fixed in front of his eyes.

The canvas is exactly the same as before, but there is no color on it.

Where's his... painting?

"Huo Zhi, you're here."

While Huo Zhi was in a daze, Lin Qiuci walked over and looked at the canvas in front of him, "Is this your sketch?"

That's right, the work that was completed a long time ago has turned into a rough sketch with only a few strokes at this moment.

Huo Zhi was silent as if the pause button had been pressed. After a long time, his voice slowly rose, "Where's my painting? Have you seen my painting?"

"Isn't this your painting?"

"It's not this one, it's the one I showed you the day before yesterday. Where did you put it?"

"What...? You haven't shown me any paintings, Huo Zhi, what are you talking about?"

Maybe Lin Qiuci's expression was too innocent, the classmate who was chatting with him just now couldn't help walking over, "Huo Zhi, are you okay? You just drew a sketch, but Lin Qiuci has already handed over the work to the organizer. If you have the skill to play riddles, you might as well do your own things well first, don’t think that if you marry some rich man, you can ignore people like us.”

The sarcastic words did not make Huo Zhi react. He stared into Lin Qiuci's eyes and asked in a deep voice, "You said the day before yesterday that you had no inspiration, let alone a start. Why did you only spend one day after seeing my painting? Completed all the works? And why, my painting just happened to disappear?"

The whole studio fell silent at some point, all eyes were on Huo Zhi and Lin Qiuci, gossiping and exploring.

Lin Qiuci just bit his lip, with tears in his eyes, "Huo Zhi, what do you mean? Am I going to take your painting to participate in the competition? Is this the kind of person I am in your heart?"

More eyes were placed on Huo Zhi, some with malicious intentions, some secretly speculating, some condemning and contemptuous, accompanied by more and more whispers.

Huo Zhi stood up, without any anger, let alone any intense emotions. He was taller than Lin Qiuci. When his eyes met, Lin Qiuci felt that he was being looked down upon and despised. He was stunned for a moment, until Huo Zhi's shoulder brushed against his body, and a cold voice sounded in the huge studio.

"Then let others see whether you are lying or I am making trouble for no reason."

"Huo..."

"By the way, let me make another correction. Such behavior is not called taking, but stealing."

Huo Zhi looked back and smiled at Lin Qiuci, it was different from any of his previous smiles, it was calm and self-sustaining, stable and joyful, Lin Qiuci's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and cold sweat broke out on his palms.

That's Huo Zhi?Is that really Huo Zhi?Why did he feel a utterly terrifying strangeness?It's as if everything he does is being spied on by another person, from start to finish.