in love with your back

The next day happened to be the weekend, Zhang Baichu planted a kiss on Lin Shen's sleeping cheek, put on his clothes and went home.

Frankly speaking, since living in Lin Shen's house for a few days, Zhang Baichu has almost forgotten that the neighbor's house with the scenery is his real home.

So much so that when Zhang Baichu opened the door and saw the scenery and Feng Tang sitting at the dining table facing each other to eat, Zhang Baichu actually said "Excuse me, I'll come back later."

When he closed the door and locked himself at the door, Zhang Baichu suddenly realized: "Damn, isn't this my house!? Why do you want me to come out!?"

Then he inserted the key neatly, and once again broke into the eyes of the two brothers of the Feng family who were still in a daze.

Zhang Baichu went straight to the point, directly took out the real estate certificate in his bedroom and a series of other materials, and then typed a simple transfer template from the Internet.

After everything was ready, he threw a thick stack of documents on the table: "I've signed the contract, you two should send a representative to collect this house. My asking price is less than half of what is on the market. Friendship subsidy."

Zhang Baichu sat down on the chair, and snatched a sausage from the scenery's plate.

Feng Tang belatedly pushed his breakfast in front of Zhang Baichu, Zhang Baichu glanced at him, then silently pushed the plate in front of Feng Tang again, don't be too obvious in his dislike.

Feng Tang pursed his lips, staring at his plate in a daze.

Jingjing held the transfer information, and was no less surprised than Feng Tang: "What do you mean? No matter how rich you are, you don't need to just give me the house, right?"

"Well, it's not necessary." Zhang Baichu said, "But it is still necessary to draw a clear line with Feng Tang."

bang-

The knife and fork in Feng Tang's hand suddenly fell to the ground, making a miserable and crisp sound.

Jingjing glanced at Zhang Baichu meaningfully, understood immediately, and stopped talking.

Feng Tang's face was pale, his hands were clenched into fists, and he finally said, "Zhang Baichu, what do you mean?"

Feng Tang's tone trembled, he didn't even have the guts to look at Zhang Baichu's expression, he was afraid of seeing the indifference in Zhang Baichu's eyes, he didn't want to just admit defeat like this.

But Zhang Baichu's words crushed all Feng Tang's hopes again.

"It's very simple, if this is my home, then you must get out; if this is your or Jingjing's home, then you can live here forever. Feng Tang, you and I are no longer that kind of close relationship I thought we could still be ordinary friends."

Zhang Baichu spent all his time looking at Feng Tang, and he didn't know when, even if he looked at Feng Tang so closely, he wouldn't have any more affection for him than a friend.

"But you are sowing discord in front of Lin Shen."

"Ah Chu! Did Lin Shen say something? I can explain it, you..."

Feng Tang grabs Zhang Baichu's sleeve suddenly, and looks at him as always with eyes full of tears.

Zhang Baichu gently pushed Feng Tang's hand away, and said with a smile: "Feng Tang, figure out your identity, you and I are just in the past tense, and don't try to get Lin Shen's idea, relying on my past friendship, I can go The Cen family will let them know and let them show mercy to you, but if you still dare to play Lin Shen's idea, let alone the Cen family, even I will never let you go."

Zhang Baichu's tone was very flat, but there was a sense of threat in his eyes. It was a look that Feng Tang was very familiar with. Zhang Baichu used to look at those bad guys with this look when he was protecting him, but now, Zhang Baichu actually used this look. come and see him.

Tears raged mercilessly, Feng Tang broke down in sobs.

Zhang Baichu winked at Jingjing, and Jingjing quickly signed the contract.

In just one hour, Zhang Baichu completely cut off all possibilities for him and Feng Tang.

While stepping out of the house, Lin Shen's phone call came in.

"Hey, where is Mr. Lin checking the post?" Zhang Baichu's tone became relaxed for no reason.

Lin Shen was speechless for two seconds, and then said: "When will you come back? There is no food in the refrigerator. If you come back early, buy some by the way."

Zhang Baichu laughed: "Lin Shen, in fact, I can directly buy you delicacies from mountains and seas."

"I'm sorry, I'm poor, and I can't afford delicacies from mountains and seas." There was a faint smile in Lin Shen's face-saving tone.

Zhang Baichu's mood became better: "You are so poor, Mr. Lin, don't you know that one of my paintings can be bought for several million? It's too bad, you can sell my paintings for the rest of your life. .”

"Your painting?" Lin Shen walked to his study room, looked at the pair of match figures hanging on the wall, and said with a smile, "I'm afraid that if you sell it, your Zhang Baichu's reputation will plummet."

"No, real experts will discover the mystery." Zhang Baichu smiled mysteriously, "Okay, I'll be home in half an hour, and I'm sure I'll bring the food with me."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Shen took the stick figure that Zhang Baichu had drawn for him from the wall in doubt.

He looked left and right, but he couldn't see how this scribbled stickman could be worth millions. Just when he was about to hang the painting back up, the frame hit the wall and cracked a corner.

Lin Shen immediately took down the easel and checked it. After checking, he found that there was more than one picture in the picture frame. The one pressed under the match figure was an oil painting. It showed a man sleeping in a bathtub with a dark fragrance floating oil painting.

Lin Shen's face turned red, it was the first time he knew that the way he was poured cold water by Zhang Baichu in the hotel bathtub at that time was... so tempting.

At the same time, Lin Shen also realized the priceless value of this painting...

Without thinking about it, he continued to press the stick figure on the oil painting, then stuck the cracked picture frame with tape, and hung the stick figure back up again.

Well, he would never admit that he had seen the painting!