I am fickle

"This painting is indeed good, but it is higher than this Mr. Song..."

"I didn't expect us to have such a talent in Fengshan. My son, I would like to exchange a thousand pieces of gold for a painting of you."

"Talent talents, it can be said that they are both in the Song Dynasty."

The sound of praise rushed to Song Zhiye, Song Zhiye clapped his hands, and curled his lips together: "Mr. Song, come and have a look, compare, but they are similar?"

Song Heyu raised his head high, instead of looking at the painting, he looked at this slightly scruffy young man. Song Zhiye smiled: "Young Master looks at me like this. Is it possible that Xiaosheng's painting doesn't look like it? Is it because the young master's painting is too good-looking or Ugly?"

That painting was so coquettish that even Song Heyu's book boy couldn't help but blush, and whispered: "Shameless."

Song Zhiye said: "It's not me who is shameless, it's this painting, it's just a painting..."

Song Heyu's expression became more and more gloomy, he flicked his sleeves, turned around and said, "Go home."

"My lord hasn't commented on my painting yet?" Song Zhiye didn't mean to let him go, on the contrary he became reluctant.

Song Heyu's footsteps stopped, his complexion became even more ugly, and there were people around him trying to smooth things over: "Young master Zhiye, you are all masters of painting, so why press on every step of the way?"

Comparing his young talent Song Heyu with such a disheveled person, such an insult made him angry again, "This painting is really ordinary."

"Normal?" Song Zhiye raised his eyebrows.

Song Heyu looked at him coldly, his fiery red wide sleeves billowing slightly in the breeze.

"What's not like?"

"It's not like anywhere."

"Don't they all have the same face?"

"Ah."

Song Zhiye made a look of sudden realization: "Could it be..."

"Could it be what?"

"Do you want me to take off your clothes and see what birthmarks you have on your body, huh?" Such a teasing tone made Song Heyu very uncomfortable. Song Heyu blushed for a moment, and his eyes were about to drop After coming down, Song Zhiye smiled extremely happily.

Song Heyu spat out three words from between his teeth: "Song Zhiye!"

Song Zhiye asked nonchalantly, "Young Master Song, what's your name?"

Song Heyu didn't answer him, instead the people around started talking: "This Mr. Zhiye is really ignorant, unexpectedly our Mr. Heyu doesn't even know him."

"Your name is Song Heyu, and your name is not bad."

Song Heyu didn't want to see him as a scoundrel for a second, so he turned around and left with his sleeves turned away. There was already a gorgeous carriage waiting for him outside the restaurant.As Song Heyu got into the carriage, Song Zhiye quickly kicked the driver off, "Young Master Song, let's go together..."

The little book boy said angrily, "This man is really thick-skinned."

Song Zhiye hooked his lips, carried the little book boy to the driver's seat, and sat beside Song Heyu.

"Why, so unhappy, I painted you so beautifully."

"My carriage."

"I know, if it's not your car, why should I come up?"

Song Zhiye picked up the snack in front of him and ate it on his own, Song Heyu said coldly, "My lord, I'm so shameless."

"If you feel ashamed, you still peek at me and secretly paint me?"

"you……"

"What are you."

"Who told you to come into my room and disturb my painting?"

"Song Zhiye, you are shameless."

Song Heyu looked at the half-sleeping young man leaning on his shoulder, but he felt a little confused in his heart. Could it be that good-looking people are shameless.