Pregnant with a scumbag uncle's child

Fu Mingshen made an appointment with his friend at a private club, which was said to be opened by his friend's house.

At the destination, the waiter came and opened the car door, Lin Zhou got out of the car, and when he saw the name of the club, he paused.

"What's wrong?" Fu Mingshen asked after noticing the subtle changes in his emotions.

"Nothing." Lin Zhou shook his head.

He couldn't tell in front of Fu Mingshen that his ex-boyfriend brought him to this club.

This club is very prestigious in the upper circles, and the threshold is very high. To get a membership card here, there are requirements for wealth and social status. Even a rich second generation like Ji Lin only got the membership qualification this year.

At that time, he was very happy and gathered a group of friends to play here. Lin Zhou was also there, and it was here that he and Zhou Yi met.

And even though Ji Lin is already a noble VIP member, he has curbed the faults of those dandies here, and dare not make mistakes, so Lin Zhou's impression of this place is noble and glamorous.

Unexpectedly, it was opened by Fu Mingshen's friend's house.

The friends of the big guys are the big guys.

How cool.

Fu Mingshen didn't doubt much, and said, "Let's go in."

The two had just walked two steps when the manager of the club came out and said to Fu Mingshen with a pleasant smile, "Mr. Fu, you are finally here. Our Mr. Xie called three times to ask if you have arrived."

Fu Mingshen was very cold in front of outsiders, so he responded lightly.

The manager didn't dare to say anything, and immediately made a gesture of invitation: "This way please."

Lin Zhou silently felt the treatment of Fu Mingshen and his ex-boyfriend, and deeply realized the social status of Fu Mingshen's wall-to-wall - Ji Lin.

When he and Ji Lin came, the waiters who received them were polite but neither humble nor overbearing.

Now the manager's face is about to wrinkle.

The manager led them to the door of a private room, knocked on the concealed door, opened it immediately, and made another gesture of invitation.

Ever since Xie Kai knew that Fu Mingshen had someone he liked, he had been haunted by seductive dreams. He wanted to know what kind of girl Fu Mingshen could fall in love with.

But Fu Mingshen's mouth was like a clam shell, and he couldn't pry it open no matter what. Xie Kai was caught scratching his head, wishing he could travel to the second night to see what happened.

Now that he finally waited for this moment, Xie Kai stared at the door almost devoutly.

When he saw the handsome boy walking in, he was almost dumbfounded.

Jujuju, it's actually a man.

Although homosexuality has been officially recognized and can be married, most people's orientation is still of the opposite sex.

Fu Mingshen looked at such an upright person, but he was also deviant.

Maybe it was because he was shocked to read the article for too long, Lin Zhou glanced at Fu Mingshen a little uncomfortably, Fu Mingshen motioned him to sit down, and sat down beside him himself, and then said bluntly: "Stupid?"

"No, no, no," Xie Kai finally finished the whole journey with a long reflex arc, and began to follow the script, "When I saw your painting for the first time, I was wondering what kind of person could draw such a beautiful painting. Beauty is more beautiful."

Fu Mingshen told him that they are still in an ambiguous stage, and told him not to talk nonsense, and faithfully play the role of a person who is fascinated by Lin Zhou's paintings, and sincerely come to buy the paintings.

Poor Xie Kai didn't even know whether his paintings were round or flat, so he was going to be a babysitter.

It was not the first time Lin Zhou was praised for his beauty, and he said calmly, "Thank you, you are too good."

"It's nothing but reputation. With your good looks, you can enter the entertainment industry. You can definitely kill the world with your face. 208 million a day is not a dream."

Lin Zhou: "..."

There is no need to be so exaggerated.

Fu Mingshen was used to Xie Kai running the train with his mouth full, worried that Lin Zhou would be hungry, so he raised his hand to call the waiter and asked him to serve some food first.

The side where they are located is a western restaurant, so they also eat western food. The western restaurant here is one of the characteristics of the clubhouse. The steaks are all flown in from France on the same day, and the chef is also a Michelin three-star chef.

Probably because the boss was there, the food was served very quickly, Xie Kai graciously asked the waiter to open a bottle of good wine, but Fu Mingshen stopped the waiter just as he was about to pour wine for Lin Zhou.

"He can't drink, give him a glass of mango juice."

"Why can't you drink alcohol? You're not underage," Xie Kai said, looking at Fu Mingshen with the eyes of a beast. "You're still underage, right?"

Lin Zhou has a small face and looks like a high school student. He has reason to suspect that this old iron tree spirit who has not bloomed for thousands of years will be tempted on the edge of the law as soon as it blooms.

Fu Mingshen: "I think you are more like a minor, especially your IQ."

Xie Kai: "..."

Lin Zhou seldom saw Fu Mingshen gossip, probably in front of acquaintances, Fu Mingshen was in a very relaxed state, and it could be seen that their relationship was really good.

"I can't sleep when I drink," he explained.

"That's it."

Xie Kai looked at the bad friend, and then at Lin Zhou who seriously explained the steps to him, and lamented in his heart: the cabbage was pushed by the old pig.

The waiter quickly served Lin Zhou a glass of mango juice. Lin Zhou had almost never eaten Western food, and he didn't have a very good taste for the so-called top steak. Apart from thinking it was delicious, he didn't have a very specific concept of how delicious it was.

"I want to try your steak, can I?" Fu Mingshen who was sitting next to him said suddenly.

what?

Lin Zhou glanced at the cut steak in front of him, and there was a little red on the root of his ear.

Could it be too intimate.

There are outsiders, why don't you be more reserved.

"If you don't mind."

"I don't mind." Fu Mingshen said, got up directly, and changed the place on his own plate with steaks, and Lin Zhou's, "I haven't eaten this yet, you can taste it too."

Lin Zhou: "..."

Is this a taste or a change?

Lin Zhou looked at the dinner plate that Fu Mingshen had exchanged, and the steak inside was cut into small even pieces, and suddenly understood Fu Mingshen's intention.

He has basically never eaten serious Western food, and he has learned table manners. He is not used to using knives and forks, and he is clumsy when cutting steaks.

Unexpectedly, such a small detail was noticed by Fu Mingshen.

Do you want to be so considerate?

Xie Kai, who was sitting across from them, felt that the steak in his mouth had turned into cold dog food. What the hell, why couldn't he think about eating Western food with a prospective couple? !

Looking at this show of affection, it seems that he is like a gigantic sand cup light bulb.

After finishing the meal with difficulty, Xie Kai felt that he was full - full of dog food.

"Aren't you going to ask him to draw for you, hurry up."

The good brother who stuffed the dog food urged him coldly, as if telling him to hurry up and get out, so as not to hinder their world of two.

"Oh, yes," Xie Kai dug out the script with the paws of a single dog in the sky full of dog food, "I want a painting suitable for hanging in the study room at home."

Lin Zhou asked: "How big is it? Do you have any specific requirements, such as style and theme?"

"Just follow Mingshen's example."

As Xie Kai was speaking, he heard Fu Ming cough, obviously he only wanted to be beautiful, and he didn't want to "collide with the painting", so he leaned on him and scolded him like a dog.

"The size depends on the bright and deep ones, and you are free to use the rest. I like the things you create with the inspiration that burst out at a certain moment. They are very artistic, just like Van Gogh."

Lin Zhou: "..."

He was about to say that he was not like Van Gogh, when he heard Fu Mingshen say, "Why are you talking so much nonsense, no request is the biggest request, your price is very high."

Lin Zhou: "..."

Hello, Mr. Fu, the stench of copper is so strong.

Mr. Xie, who had just opened a small bottle of [-] red wine, waved his hand and forcibly pulled back the script that had traveled hundreds of thousands of miles, and said boldly: "Money is not a problem, you can make a price."

Lin Zhou glanced at Fu Mingshen and said, "Then 5000, is that okay?"

Originally, Xie Kai, who was tilting his chair and posing for a local tyrant, almost knocked over the chair. Fu Mingshen told him yesterday that even if the other party said [-], he would still praise it with his eyes closed. Your painting is so beautiful, why is it so cheap? Add money.

Poor Xie Kai is ready to be slaughtered by his future sister-in-law as a fat sheep, but the result is only 5000, he heard it right.

He looked at Fu Mingshen.

Fu Mingshen also frowned, apparently not expecting Lin Zhou to offer such a low price.

Seeing this, Xie Kai, who had been tricked into being a pawn, immediately gloated.

Let you cheat brother, you should!

"You don't have to be polite to him, just pay according to your normal price." Fu Mingshen said.

Lin Zhou was wronged: "This is the normal price."

The artist's paintings are not based on strength but on fame. He is a student who has not yet graduated from university. If a painting can sell for 5000, it is already a joke.

Otherwise, no matter what class or job you go to, you can reach the pinnacle of your life directly by selling paintings.

Fu Ming glanced at Xie Kai indifferently.

Xie Kai quickly put away his gloating expression, and said solemnly: "5000 yuan is too cheap, and it doesn't seem to be high-end. In this way, I will add another 0 to you, and you can show me the best level and draw the best picture." How about giving me the work?"

Although Lin Zhou is indeed relatively poor, he is very excited about 5 yuan.

But he still has his bottom line.

Moreover, as a friend of Fu Mingshen, he was someone who wanted to catch Mr. Fu for a long time, so how could he destroy his personality in Fu Mingshen's heart for a few dollars?

"5000 yuan is already the best painting I can display. If it is higher, you may have to hire someone else."

Xie Kai: "..."

Fu Mingshen: "..."

Fu Mingshen almost had a heart attack.

Why is it so difficult to send some money to my future wife!

***

Lin Zhou started laughing since he left the box. Fu Mingshen didn't seem to be in a very happy mood. Hearing his laughter, he asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"The Jiang Ziya who had fish yesterday was you, right?"

If it is combined with Xie Kai's initiative to send money today, Lin Zhou will be living in vain before he understands what it means.

Fu Ming said with a dull face, "No."

"If not, you are definitely not denying it, but asking who it is." Lin Zhou couldn't help laughing when he thought of the netizen who made a cute emoji and claimed to be someone else.

As an old fox who has been in the workplace for many years, Fu Mingshen has always been thick-skinned. When Lin Zhou laughed like this, his ears warmed up, and he firmly said, "It's not me."

Even if such a shameful thing was discovered, it would be impossible to admit it to the death.

Just when Fu Mingshen was annoyed that he lost his wits as soon as he met Lin Zhou, as if he had stepped into the basin of human IQ, he was suddenly grabbed by the sleeve of his suit.

It was Lin Zhou who dragged him.

This is the first time Lin Zhou took the initiative to make such an intimate gesture.

Fu Mingshen's arms were stiff, and all his attention was focused on the sleeves that were being pulled, but his face was still as cold as ice: "What are you doing?"

"Thank you," Lin Zhou said in a low voice, "I'm very touched, really, it's the first time someone has worked so hard for me and treated me so well."

"..." Fu Mingshen lost all temper in an instant.

The child must have never experienced much kindness from others, so he would regard such a small act of him as painstaking efforts.

For a moment, his heart was full of distress, and he was about to hold Lin Zhou's hand back, when suddenly a startled and angry voice came from the left side: "Lin Zhou, what are you doing?"