Is President Gu bankrupt today?

The nights in Moscow were much colder than every winter he had come into contact with. Even though he had spent his entire childhood in the northeastern part of the country, he was also shivering in this thoroughly winter city.

He was wearing a thick coat, but compared to the crowd around him, he was still much thinner. He held a paintbrush tightly in his hands that were about to freeze, and accompanied by the accompaniment of the street, he described everything in front of him in detail.

After a while, a message came from the mobile phone, "Aze, the matter has been resolved, you can participate in the competition without worry."

He typed on the screen for a long time, deleted and typed, typed and deleted, but still couldn't think of a good word to express himself, and finally only replied with two words, "Thank you."

After replying this sentence, he had no intention of continuing to draw, and his red knuckles were sore from the cold, and he was protesting to himself.

Ling Ze, who couldn't help vomiting a dirty word, decided to go back home. If there is still an old calendar on the table in his hometown, then it must be written in the old calendar that it is not suitable to go out.

Ling Ze grew up with his grandmother when he was a child. His grandmother was a very old-fashioned person who seldom talked, so when he was beaten outside, his grandmother just patted the dirt off his body and told him to wash his face before eating.Without the support of adults, Ling Ze has learned to wear thorns over time, and those who get stabbed will naturally know how to be afraid.

Ling Ze didn't like childhood, he was already upset just thinking about fighting with his peers all day long, and he couldn't help packing things up faster.

Only then did I realize that someone had been watching me from behind, with a standard Russian appearance, and a pair of golden rims embedded in the deep eyes, which was extremely beautiful, and it was a breathtaking surprise.

Reining in such thoughts, Ling Ze asked in Russian, which he only knew much, "Is there something wrong?"

Joe blah blah blah, blah blah, blah blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. The familiarity made Ling Ze unconsciously want to avoid it.

He is as enthusiastic as the rising sun, but Ling Ze hates the sun, and almost melts his disguise.

"Do you live here?" Qiao leaned half his body and looked in. The dilapidated small hotel seemed to have broken even the neon lights on the signboard. He couldn't read all the Chinese characters, but he recognized the small sign on the right side. Four-character youth hostel.

It was completely dark, and the dim yellow lighting in the house made a weird hissing sound due to disrepair, and the light flickered erratically. You could probably see a dozing person lying on the back of the low reception desk, trying to see clearly Human faces are useless.

"Yeah." Ling Ze was getting a little impatient. Joe had already followed him all the way, chattering all the way, and he couldn't even get in a sentence. He thought he would leave when he got to the door of the hotel, but he actually looked inside. After a few glances, Ling Ze scolded in his heart, if it weren't for your good looks.

Bad memories made Ling Ze wary of Qiao.

"What are your plans for tomorrow?" Joe knew that he was a painter who had come to participate in the competition, and an unknown embarrassing painter was nothing unusual.

In fact, he didn't have any plans at all, so he said a few perfunctory words, "Walk around."

"Then I will come to you tomorrow, and you must wait for me!" After saying that, Joe would not allow him to refuse, and ran away in a hurry.

Ling Ze was still relieved, at least he didn't do anything unnecessary.

He walked into the hotel, the boss at the front desk looked up at him, didn't bother to say anything, fell down and continued to sleep.

Ling Ze climbed up the stairs on the right to the second floor. The mottled walls and cheap equipment told everyone that although this hotel is not beautiful, it is cheap. Although the place is a little run-down, fortunately, the heating is full. It can dispel the cold, which is enough.

He picked up the phone and saw the text message of the bank's incoming money, he hesitated for a moment and deleted the text message, although the money in the card was enough for him to enjoy a luxurious trip in Moscow.

"Without the Ling family, you are a waste." "Look, that is the illegitimate son of the Ling family." "I heard that his behavior is very disorderly, which is really embarrassing for the Ling family." "Does he have mental problems?" "A person like him How could it be Ling's eldest son?"...

Countless voices of discussion filled his head, no matter how hard he tried to drive him away, he could only cover his ears not to listen to those voices, do you think I think so?I don't want to be the eldest son of the Ling family, wealth, family property, status, what he wants is not these!

The voice suddenly disappeared, and the figure of grandma suddenly appeared, looking at him who was only ten years old, patted the dirt on his body, and said in an indifferent tone, "Go wash your face and eat."

But I was beaten just now, and there is still a ball of black and blue on my arm, grandma, can you really not see it at all?

The grandmother who turned her head away turned into an uncle, "You are not a child of our family, so we have no obligation to support you, do you understand?"

The frowning stepfather sat by the bed, "The opportunity for promotion in the department has finally come. If people find out about our three children, there is probably no hope."

As soon as the screen changed, I suddenly said to my mother uncontrollably, "Mom, I want to find my father. I heard that my father is a very rich man."

"Money is not everything~" Mom said, but there was a kind of lightness in her eyes when she looked at her younger siblings.

Maybe a father who is not bound by material things will love himself more?There was still a glimmer of hope in his heart.

God loves to fool the world the most, but he doesn't let you do what he wants. He grew up in an ordinary school and couldn't adapt to such a high-intensity study. Compared with boring words, he prefers to describe the world with a color palette.

This is what he loves, not what the Ling family needs. What they need is just a copied version of Ling Yao. The old man was so angry that he tore up his painting, "You are the eldest son of the Ling family! What you have to learn is to run a company instead of these things."

All the past is twisted together into a painting of a demon leading to hell.

Ling Ze woke up suddenly, it was already dawn, and it turned out that he fell asleep suddenly for some reason.

There were already two missed calls displayed on the screen of the mobile phone. This number was very strange. When he was hesitating whether to call it, the strange number called again.

Joe, who was so cold that he couldn't speak fluently, said, "Aze, if you don't get up again, I will really become an ice sculpture."

There was no appointment last night, and of course Ling Ze didn't really want to see him, who knew that Joe came by himself.

When he opened the window, he saw Joe downstairs who was huddled up in the cold. It was a bit ridiculous to curl up with a body over 190. It was the first time Ling Ze had seen a Russian who was so afraid of the cold.

"Why are you so early?" Ling Zeduo took a scarf and handed it to him.

Joe carefully wrapped the scarf around his neck, and even took a breath of the smell from the scarf. Like a pervert, he muttered dissatisfiedly, "I'm afraid you will run away early."

"How is it possible?" Although he really thought so in his heart, he just didn't expect Joe to block the door.

Qiao naturally took Ling Ze's easel and carried it behind his back. Ling Ze was stunned for a second, then reached out to get it back, "I can do it myself."

"You already have a lot of things in your hand." Joe pointed to the painting box and backpack in his hand.

Ling Ze didn't continue to be polite, Qiao asked, "Where are you going to draw today?"

"Just take a look." Ling Ze didn't have any goals. If Joe hadn't blocked the door, he really planned to sleep in at home. This was an unplanned itinerary.

"Then I'll take you to a place." Joe said with a smile, "but it's a bit far away, so you have to drive there."

As he spoke, he stopped a taxi. Ling Ze's face was not very good, and he pursed his lips and said, "Taxi is quite expensive, why don't we take the bus."

"The bus can't get there. Don't worry, I'll pay the fare. In exchange, can you give me this painting?" Joe opened the car door for him.

"My paintings are also quite expensive."

An hour later, Ling Ze was a little dumbfounded, looking at the house in front of him with very local characteristics, which was a very traditional Moscow building, and all the furnishings in the house revealed a strong family atmosphere.

But, "Why the hell did you bring me to your house?" Ling Ze couldn't help but swear. Fortunately, Joe's grandmother and mother couldn't understand Chinese.

"Don't you want to learn more about traditional Russian families? It will give you a deeper understanding." Joe explained seriously. Now that he thinks about it, he believed his evil, and he was holding back to bring Ling Ze to see his parents.

"This is the boy you mentioned?" Qiao's mother probably did it on purpose, looking at Ling Ze lovingly, but communicated with Qiao in Russian.

"It's him."

"My son has really good eyesight."

Ling Ze smiled politely, and asked Qiao quietly, "What did your mother say?"

"My mother praised you for looking good."

"??"

For no reason, Ling Ze was left behind for dinner before being released. Looking at the blank canvas, he touched his chubby belly, shook his head and sighed, Ling Ze, you have fallen.

After thinking about it, Joe wanted this painting anyway, so he simply turned the blank scroll into a bucket and handed it to him, "For you, the king's new painting."

"Then I must treasure it." Qiao actually accepted the painting without disgust.

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Ling Ze looked at Joe, who had been a follower for several days in a row, and finally couldn't help asking, "Don't you have a job?"

"I am on vacation?"

"Then, Mr. Lee, how many days have you rested?"

While typing quickly, Joe extended his vacation, and left a sentence with a cool reason, in order to pursue true love, and then raised his head, "Rest until you don't need to rest."

"Are you fucking Tang Seng?" Ling Ze complained. Qiao didn't understand his words at once, and was stunned for a second, "My mother? My mother is not Tang Seng."

Ling Ze suddenly felt very cold.

"But my mother would like to invite you to the house party next Friday."

"Next Friday, it's a pity, I have to leave." Ling Ze didn't dislike Qiao's family. Although he couldn't speak the language, he felt very comfortable getting along with him.

"Where are you going!" Joe was excited, and grabbed Ling Ze's wrist. This question was too strong and strange, not at all like the usual Joe. Maybe he himself realized his gaffe, and quickly let go. Scratching the back of his head embarrassingly, "Sorry, I'm a little excited."

"I'm leaving after the game." Ling Ze replied, not knowing why he felt so reluctant in his heart.

Joe let out an oh and didn't continue to ask, the two of them suddenly had nothing to say, one kept his head drawing, and the other watched quietly.

In this competition, Ling Ze did his homework and put in more effort than ordinary people. In the end, he won the silver medal and won the silver medal, which made him a little famous. After all, such an international competition , at his age, he can win the silver medal, which is enough to become a legend in the industry.

As soon as he stepped off the podium, reporters from all over the world surrounded him. He didn't like such an occasion, and after a few perfunctory words, he wanted to escape from the crowd, but these reporters would not let him go.

At this moment, a hand suddenly held his hand, half of his body blocked in front of him, broke through the crowd, and led him out of the awards hall.

"Joe?" Ling Ze saw clearly the person in front of him. He was dressed differently than usual. It was the first time he saw Joe in formal attire, and he was still a little uncomfortable. He looked at him from beginning to end, and left a concluding comment. , "It's kind of like a dog."

"Is this how you repay your savior?" Joe said with feigned sadness.

"if not?"

"Isn't there a saying in China that you should give your life to save your life?" Qiao took a step closer and looked at him with a smile.

"You're not saving lives." Ling Ze rolled his eyes at him.

"Your current behavior can be described in one word..." Joe racked his brains for a while, "Spiritual."

"Idiot, that's called a white-eyed wolf." Ling Ze sighed, and then realized that he had fallen for him. Seeing him smiling happily, he suppressed the swear words that came out of his mouth, "Brother got the bonus, please Have a big meal."

Half an hour later, two men in suits and leather shoes were sitting in McDonald's eating a Big Mac, and Joe was crying, "This is not a big meal."

"But it's a Big Mac, which means it's big."

Joe muttered softly, "May I treat you to a bigger meal?"

"???"

"I'm going back." Ling Ze glanced at Joe and said.

"Yeah." Joe looked at him with some reluctance.

Ling Ze opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't say it. He turned and went back to the hotel. He knew that Joe hadn't left, but he didn't know why he didn't dare to look back.

The light in the corridor was broken again, so Ling Ze had to take out his mobile phone to light up the light. As soon as he turned on the flashlight, he felt a cold hand covering his mouth from behind, and a voice that made him feel cold came from behind, "Dear Does it feel good to be a painter with both fame and fortune?"

"It's you." In just ten seconds, Ling Ze calmed himself down, and he knew who the person behind him was even without looking.

"This trophy should have been mine." The man greedily looked at the trophy in Ling Ze's hand.

"Want it?" Ling Ze snorted coldly.

"It was you who made me unable to participate. You found someone to erase me from the list. I didn't expect your backstage to be so big. Let me guess who is the sponsor behind you? That little boy downstairs? "

Boyfriend?It was quite appropriate, Ling Ze took a deep breath, "I'm sorry for the showdown, but I'm actually a rich second generation."

The man was stunned for a second, then he laughed loudly, "Just you? Ling Ze, I don't know you yet? You are just a parasite living in the gutter like me."

Ling Ze was annoyed by this sentence, and the trophy in his hand suddenly came from behind. Unfortunately, this situation was too unfavorable for him, and he couldn't help breaking the gap, but was deprived of the trophy instead.

"I should have kicked you out the other day." Ling Ze looked at him coldly.

The man cursed something even worse, and attacked Ling Ze with a knife. Ling Ze quickly dodged and shouted at the man, "Do you f*cking think I'm a little overlord in the Northeast just because of his name?"

Ling Ze made a fuss on purpose, in order to wake up everyone in the building. That person knew that the delay would not be long, and he came here with the mentality of wanting to die with Ling Ze. Anyway, his future has been ruined Yes, it's not too bad.

"Ah Ze!" Joe came up from the stairs, saw the situation at hand, rushed over anxiously, saw a few guest rooms with a gap, and yelled, "Look at that! Fucking call the police!"

Ling Ze thought to himself, it's over, he seems to have taught bad people.

"Hey, the mistress is here too." The man said like a lunatic, deliberately provoking Joe, "Is it good to sleep with him? It's a pity, if it wasn't so close, you would have to sleep in the broken shoes I slept in."

He vented like he was going crazy, but he didn't speak clearly, and he added a little accent. Joe was stunned for a few seconds and still couldn't understand.

But because of these words, Ling Ze was almost driven crazy, and the knife that snatched him wanted to chop off at the man.

"Aze, stop." Joe didn't understand, but he knew that it must not be a good word, and hugged him from behind, "Calm down, if you cut him off, you will really be like him."

The irritability in Ling Ze's heart was relieved by the temperature behind him. He gradually loosened his grip on the knife, and slowly regained his senses before realizing that that person was here to destroy him. No matter what way he was Let yourself become a worm in the gutter like him.

After he found out that Ling Ze didn't move anymore, his expression gradually distorted, even looking at Joe. He picked up the trophy and threw it at Ling Ze hard. Joe stopped him and caught him with his back. The violent impact of the trophy weighing several kilograms caused him to uncontrollably hold Ling Ze and fall down together.

"Joe!" Ling Ze didn't expect things to turn out like this.

The man said triumphantly, "How about it, do you want to kill me now? Come on, pick up the knife and kill me, come quickly."

Joe took his hand and shook his head slightly with the last of his strength.

"I won't kill you, but you must face a worse future than being parasitic in the gutter." Ling Ze looked up at him and sneered.

"What are you going to do?" The man looked at Ling Ze's gloomy expression, and felt chills for some reason. Ling Ze's expression firmly revealed a message, and he did what he said.

The police and the ambulance arrived soon. Qiao lay on the bed of the ambulance, holding Ling Ze's hand tightly and refusing to let go, and weakly said to Ling Ze, "Am I considered a lifesaver now?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Ling Ze couldn't care less about other things, so he could only follow his words.

"Then can you promise with your body?" Joe said to him in a low voice.

Ling Ze stared at him blankly. From his eyes, he could see that he was serious. Ling Ze hadn't thought about this question, and didn't know how to answer it. Who knew that Qiao turned his head and passed out.

"I promise you, Joe, you wake up, I promise."

Acting and doing a full set, Qiao thought about it, suppressed the smile on the corner of his mouth, and tried his best to go to the hospital. The nurse who had a full physical examination couldn't stand it anymore, "Sir, get up, don't sleep in the hospital, go home and sleep .”

Two days later, at Sheremetyevo International Airport, Ling Ze had just passed the security check, when he heard the announcement, in standard Mandarin, "There is a missing person notice published below, looking for a Chinese named Ling Ze, your partner is at 36 Waiting for you at boarding gate No. [-], he ordered a Chinese song for you."

Ling Ze was moved in his heart.

Then dissipates in, "sell my love and force me to leave

When I finally knew the truth, my tears fell

betrayed my love you owed a debt of conscience

No matter how much affection you give, you can never buy it back..."

Things like love, let’s just let it go, Ling Ze looked at Joe in front of him and turned around and left.

【Moments Awards】

Joe: So love goes away, right?

Brother: Don’t think about it after finishing it.

Gu Yunyi: Feeling sorry for the senior, Yaoyao never let me do the dishes.

Xiang Zhe: I feel sorry for Brother Qiao, Fanfan has already washed the dishes.

Ling's mother: I feel sorry for my son-in-law, Ling's has a new dishwasher, let me know

Ye Feifei: I feel sorry for Brother Qiao, I only eat takeaway (I feel sorry for myself.)

Ling Yao replied to Gu Yunyi: I have already selected the menu for today, please Chef Gu prepare it.

The big cousin replied to Xiang Zhe: washing dishes is not important, but the ranking must be in the top ten