I exchanged true love for 1000 billion

long silence.

It was so long that Gu Fengyao thought he had hung up the phone, but he heard the boy's silent answer: "Okay."

There was a smile on the corner of his lips, aggressive and strong, he said: "Huanhuan come down, there is a surprise."

Bedroom.

Gu Qianhuan put away his things, because of the accident just now, his fingertips were stained with red, like a little rouge.

Ruan Jiaming was playing games with his mobile phone, commanding in his mouth, suddenly looked up, but saw Gu Qianhuan put on his coat and was about to go out.

He was stunned: "Huanhuan, why are you going so late?"

Gu Qianhuan looked back at him, pursed the corners of her lips, and the fingertips holding the doorknob turned pale: "There is something wrong."

Ruan Jiaming asked casually, but when he got the answer, he bowed his head again and said casually, "Then you should come back early, the dormitory will be closed soon."

Gu Qianhuan froze, and said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "It's possible, I won't be back tonight."

Ruan Jiaming raised his head: "!!!"

"is it him?"

Ruan Jiaming's face was tense, he hadn't forgotten the heavy expression on Gu Qianhuan's face when he came back, and his various reactions afterwards, there must be some unpleasantness, how could he not be worried.

Ruan Jiaming took a few steps to catch him: "Why are you still going down? Are you being bullied by him? Huanhuan, don't go down."

They all knew who Ruan Jiaming was talking about.

Gu Qianhuan stared at him intently, and after a while, he laughed, with ripples in his eyes: "It's okay."

Gu Qianhuan easily broke free.

After Gu Qianhuan went downstairs, she saw the man in black standing under the tree. The dense green branches and leaves were whirling.

They looked at each other from a distance, and the mottled light shone on his shoulders, like rows of delicate scales, shining with colorful light.

Gu Fengyao waved to him, and the smell of smoke carried the wind into his nostrils: "Huanhuan, come here."

Gu Qian took a few steps briskly, a ball of flame in his eyes flickered on and off, like light and shadow fluttering in the wind and rain.

Gu Fengyao frowned, and put one hand on his shoulder: "Why don't you talk? Are you angry?"

The contemptuous tone is full of coaxing.

Gu Qianhuan just took a deep look at him without saying anything, his eyebrows were cold and bright, and Gu Fengyao couldn't help but think of the scene during the day, his eyes drooped and fell on the young man's flexible waist.

Gu Fengyao clapped his hands. In the car behind him, Zhang Lin came out carrying a dark blue box. After landing, he made a dull sound: "Master Gu, this is a gift specially given to you by the boss."

Gu Qianhuan glanced at one side of the box, and there was a cross star engraved on one side of the box—uxu, the most famous oil painting brand in country f.

After opening, there is a whole set of paints, a palm-sized box of several thousand yuan, and a set of six figures.

Zhang Lin retired long ago, and there were only the two of them under the quiet shadow of the tree. Gu Fengyao held his face in his hands, and the heat in his eyes almost swallowed him whole.

Even knowing that it is only false, like a phantom in the water.

Gu Qianhuan still grasped his cuff tightly, the diamond-shaped sapphire cuff button was pressed against his palm, and there was a slight tingling pain, but the pain made him more awake.

He blinked, with ripples, and said softly, "Mr. Gu, don't torture me."

There is hesitation, pain, and obvious infatuation in his eyes, all of which are seen by the man.

Gu Fengyao laughed, and said with a broken smile: "Who dares to torture you?"

His patience has long been running out, and he grasped the young man's beautiful jaw: "Good boy, you are very smart, you should know what to do and what not to do."

Gu Qianhuan's face was pale, he understood.

but--

He bit his lower lip and said softly, "I don't want anything."

"Hehe." Gu Fengyao rubbed his hair, and a low-pitched laugh rolled from the tip of his tongue: "I don't want anything?" He repeated it playfully, and then said: "I have transferred the ownership of the bungalow in the city center to you tonight."

Gu Qianhuan raised his head abruptly, he knew Gu Fengyao's ability, never told a lie, and opened his mouth.However, Gu Fengyao had no patience anymore, he bit his lips, and his slightly cool fingertips tightened slightly.

Now, in those clear black and white eyes, he only wants to see his own shadow.

His lips were bitten red, and he rubbed them into a soft and cool touch. His fingertips inserted into the young man's soft hair and stroked them gently.

He is like a beast that bites the throat of its prey.

Gu Qianhuan raised her head slightly, the dappled light came into her eyes, the blood evaporated hot gas, the rose-red kiss fell on her neck, it was as light as a fallen leaf falling, and like a tightly entwined spider web tightening her heart.

Gu Qianhuan pressed against the man's chest, her fingertips were a little bright red, like burning red, moist blood.

Gu Fengyao pressed on step by step, rubbing the red mole with calloused fingers, forcing him to retreat in embarrassment: "No."

Gu Qianhuan bit his fingertips and begged in compromise: "At least don't stay here."

Gu Fengyao glanced at him, his eyes were dark and bottomless: "Okay."

The car drove out of the campus like an arrow leaving the string.

After a long time, footsteps could be heard from a corner in the dark, and the dim streetlight illuminated the man's appearance. His face was as ugly as if he had eaten a fly.

"It turned out to be such a relationship, it's disgusting."

He also recognized the man's identity, his eyes turned cold, thinking of the rumors in the circle before, a flash of inspiration flashed in the man's mind, and he came up with an excellent idea.

In the studio, the original furnishings are still the same. In front of the open floor-to-ceiling windows, the curtains are drawn at an arm's length, the cold moonlight pours into the room, and a piece of frosting is sprinkled on the teak floor.

In front of the erected easel, beautiful water stains were left on the blank canvas, Gu Fengyao stirred it, and the taut bowstring broke completely, making a weeping sound.

"Unbearable?"

Gu Qianhuan shook her head, stared at the man below, her eyes were rippling: "Mr. Gu, I want you to look at me forever."

Gu Fengyao froze, lowered his voice, and put one hand on the young man's fragile neck: "Isn't it now, you are so good."

He said with a dumb smile, lowered his head and kissed the beautiful red mole.

Gu Qianhuan raised her eyes and looked at the roof absently.

The moonlight is sad and beautiful, and the blank canvas is gradually stained with layers of dark colors, revealing mottled and rusted blood.

……

After a ridiculous night, Gu Qianhuan got up late.

When he woke up, Gu Fengyao had already left, and the previously frozen relationship began to break the ice after an in-depth exchange.

He looked at the young man in the mirror, and smiled, sad and hopeful, his eyes moved down, and the hickey marks on the side of his fair neck overlapped.

He never knew what he wanted.

Gu Qianhuan took the car back to Jingda University. Gu Fengyao had told the driver to carry the box of paint upstairs, but he stopped him. He could lift the light box with one hand.

When he was passing the corner, a person was walking towards him, and suddenly bumped into him.In an instant, the box rolled down, and the small box of paint inside rolled out. Gu Qianhuan fell to the ground and supported the ground with his palms out of inertia. The burning pain made him hiss lightly before he could look up at the other party.

Xu Nan looked at him condescendingly, with a trace of disdain on the corner of his lips, and in an instant there was only anxiety on his face: "Sorry, I didn't see you just now."

Gu Qianhuan lowered her eyes, picked up the rolled paint, and said, "It's okay, after all, dogs see people as inferior."

"What did you say?" Xu Nansheng's face was gloomy: "You called me a dog?"

It was the corridor where people came and went. There were waves of students in class, and the dispute attracted many people to watch.

The rustling sound of discussion came to my ears, and anyone with eyes could tell who was the one who provoked the trouble first, and the whispered crusade spread in all directions.

"Who is this? He obviously bumped into someone first, yet he dares to be so righteous?"

"Fuck, is there any reason?"

"Keep your voice down, we can't afford to offend this one, his family is very capable."

The voice came to his ears, and Xu Nansheng's face turned green and pale. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, and he laughed out loud: "I apologize, I'm sorry, classmate Gu, I was careless just now, what's the matter with you, I'll show you doctor?"

His attitude did a 180-degree turn.

Gu Qianhuan didn't believe that he would repent, but with the box on his face, he nodded calmly: "It's okay, if you know your mistakes, you can make a big difference."

After finishing speaking, he left without looking back, and there was a venomous look behind him.

Back in the dormitory, Gu Qianhuan rolled up her sleeves, blood stains appeared on her palms, oxidized dark red and bright red were intertwined, and a fishy-sweet smell lingered on her nose.

He lowered his eyelids, blood squeezed out of the skin, and fell drop by drop into the paint box, blending with the beautiful red paint, and the strong minerals completely covered up the fishy and sweet smell.

At the same time, at the Anta Gallery on the other side of the ocean, Ye Shuchen was copying paintings when the phone in his pocket rang suddenly, interrupting his progress.

Ye Shuchen put down the brush, and a stiff electronic voice came from the phone: "Master Ye, I have a few things I want to exchange with you, about your old love."

Ye Shuchen tensed up, subconsciously glanced around, walked to a narrow corner, and said, "What do you want to say?"

One layer of white, one layer of red, overlapping and overlapping, the thin red tone oxidizes almost in a moment, faster and deeper dark red, a hint of fishy sweetness faintly oozes out of the entanglement of minerals.

Gu Qianhuan's Adam's apple rolled, and suddenly, a pair of hands embraced him from behind, and the deep and hoarse voice carried the beating heart, and the frequency overlapped infinitely: "Huanhuan, can you draw portraits?"

Gu Qianhuan opened her mouth, and before she could speak, Gu Fengyao hooked his chin and leaned over to kiss him.

The sunset is dusk, and the sunset is gorgeous.

The outline of the man was outlined by layers of brilliant colors, coated with a layer of light, Gu Qianhuan blushed, her fingers trembled, and the brush was like a heavy burden, and her trembling wrist fell bit by bit.

On the blank canvas, the paints without color are like childish graffiti, piled up in disorder, Gu Qianhuan's voice trembled, and she shrank her body: "I, I will..."

Gu Fengyao bit the tip of his ear, and surrounded him completely: "Can you draw me a picture now?"

Gu Qianhuan sobbed and cried.

Gu Fengyao caressed his cheek lovingly and looked at the young man.

A long time ago someone scolded him as bad as water.

Now things are turned upside down, and he's messing people up to the brim.