After the rebirth, my paintings became popular all over the world

Jing Yu quietly looked at Lin Luo's face that was close at hand.

The young man got too close, so close that Lin Luo could clearly see the fluff on his face.

See his lip lines.

Jing Yu rolled his Adam's apple and turned his head.

The road ahead was cleared, and the car behind was honking, Jing Yu stepped on the accelerator and rushed out.

Not answering.

Lin Luo asked persistently, "Say it again?"

Jing Yu pursed her lips and remained silent.

Lin Luo said: "You just said that you love me, I heard it all."

"Say it again."

Jing Yu held the steering wheel with his left hand, and pushed Lin Luo's face away with his right hand, making him look straight ahead.

"Don't make noise," Jing Yu said, "Driving, don't talk to the driver."

"Not honest," Lin Luo curled his lips, and then he felt a little complacent, "Forget it, anyway, you said it, and I heard it. You can't take back the water you spilled out of what you said."

"Then can you apply the medicine for me later?"

"Don't you have roommates, let them wipe it for you." Jing Yu said.

"I want you to wipe it." Lin Luo said.

Jing Yu was silent.

Lin Luo pursed his lips and said, "It seems that someone just said that he felt sorry for me, it was all fake, and he refused to rub the medicine on me."

"I'm not as nice as my roommate."

"Bai has known you for so long."

"Humph."

Jing Yu glanced at Lin Luo through the rearview mirror.

The boy turned his face away and looked out the window, looking angry with him.

Although he knew that the boy said this on purpose, Jing Yu still compromised:

"Okay, rub it for you, where is the medicine?"

"My house." Lin Luo said, "After we finish eating, we will go to my house and you will apply the medicine for me."

Jing Yu: "..."

Lin Luo's idea was perfect, a lonely man and widowed man, a two-person world, just thinking about it is beautiful.

"Where's your mother?" Jing Yu asked.

"I set up a stall to sell pancakes and fruits."

"I don't listen to any persuasion," Lin Luo sighed. "Last night, my lips were worn out. I told her that I can make money now, and she doesn't need to set up a stall. It's too hard."

"She won't listen."

"Never come back at noon."

Jing Yu thought for a while and said, "Actually, it's not bad to set up a stall. At least I can find something to do for myself, and I can also take the opportunity to integrate into the new environment."

"Otherwise, she lives here alone, doesn't know anyone, stays at home all day, has nothing to do, and there will be problems."

When Jing Yu said this, Lin Luo also felt that it made sense.

"That's right." Lin Luo suddenly felt relieved.

The meat of this restaurant that Jing Yuxuan had to roast by himself.

Of course, if you want to ask the waiter to help you bake, but most people experience the process of baking by themselves.

Jing Yu originally planned to ask the waiter to help, but Lin Luo waved his hand and said no, he will come.

In his previous life, Lin Luo didn't do any work in order to make money painting and earning a living. He was really a professional at barbecue.

Thus, Jing Yu saw Lin Luo put the meat piece by piece on the baking tray, flipping it from time to time.

Fresh beef, mutton, and pork belly are grilled by charcoal fire, sizzling with hot oil.The golden color makes the index finger move, not to mention the tangy fragrance.

Seeing Lin Luo's skillful technique, Jing Yu was a little surprised:

"You still do this?"

Lin Luo raised his eyebrows proudly: "Are you surprised? I know a lot of things, not just barbecue."

Jing Yu was really surprised: "Isn't your mother a seller of pancakes and fruits? Looking at your method, those who don't know will think your family is a seller of barbecue."

"Where did you learn it?"

"Guess." Lin Luo smiled.

Jing Yu laughed, "Mysterious."

Not long after, Lin Luo put the grilled meat on Jing Yu's plate, and said to him, "Taste it."

Jing Yu tasted a piece, it was roasted crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, full of burnt aroma.

"Not bad." He sincerely praised.

After a meal of barbecue, Lin Luo ordered some more, grilled the meat, and planned to send it to Feng Juan.

When the two returned to the school gate, the best time for business at noon had passed.

Feng Juan's pancakes have been well received by American students because they are delicious and plentiful. Sometimes students would rather walk for half an hour across the entire campus to buy her pancakes.

When business is good, you will be tired, but you will be satisfied if you are tired.

Feng Juan originally planned to spread out pancakes and fruit to deal with by herself, but just after eating, Lin Luo and Jing Yu came over.

Lin Luo carried the packaged disposable lunch box in his hand, put his grilled meat on Feng Juan's stall, and said with a smile:

"Mom, don't eat pancakes, eat this. I just went to eat barbecue with Jing Yu, and I prepared one for you. Would you like to try it?"

"Barbecue?" Feng Juan took the lunch box and opened it.

It was still hot, and the aroma got into her nose. Compared with the pancake fruit she had eaten for many years, it really smelled more fragrant.

"Always let Xiaojing spend money," Feng Juan scolded Lin Luo, "Don't always follow him to eat and drink."

"You too, Xiaojing, don't get too used to Nuonuo."

Lin Luo looked up at Jing Yu, pursed his lips and smiled without saying a word, "Try it quickly."

"Yes, auntie, this is baked by Nuonuo, it's very good." Jing Yu said.

So, the three of them sat down on the steps beside Feng Juan's stall, eating and chatting with Feng Juan.

After eating, Lin Luo took Jing Yu with him on the pretext that he had to go to class, but he actually didn't go to class, but took Jing Yu home.

It was agreed that Jing Yu would rub the medicine on him.

Lin Luo's house is located near Gome, with two bedrooms and one living room, □□ ten square meters, beautifully decorated, and the price is about 500 million.

After Lin Luo took a fancy to this house, he bought it without blinking an eye.

This suite is close to the school, and the location is good. There are subways, large supermarkets and parks right outside the door, and the view from the window is also good.

Except when moving, Jing Yu hadn't been here yet.

Bringing Jing Yu home, Lin Luo opened the door, changed into slippers and entered the house.

His family specially prepared slippers for Jing Yu, which were Jing Yu's size.

As soon as he entered the room, Lin Luo threw himself onto the sofa, rubbed his round belly and hiccupped.

"Very full," he said, "too much to eat."

"Where is the medicine?" Jing Yu asked.

Lin Luo rolled his eyes and thought for a while: "Maybe it's in my room?"

Jing Yu pushed open the door of Lin Luo's room and went in to find medicine.

Lin Luo leaned on the sofa, looked at Jing Yu's back, and sighed that the man had a good figure.

Jing Yu's clothes today are very different from those in the past, they are no longer the same suit and shirt - although the style and appearance are different, they are all suits, and they always look tired.

But he didn't wear a suit today, but changed into a more casual jacket and jeans, and he looked much younger.

He was obviously only 28 years old, and always dressed like a successful person in his forties or fifties, Lin Luo complained in his heart.

After entering the house, Jing Yu found that Lin Luo's room was simply furnished, but tidy.

Apart from the bed and desk, there was only an easel, and some oil paintings hung on the wall, some were bought, and some were Lin Luo's own works.

Most of these works were drawn and played by Lin Luo when he was chatting and having nothing to do, but Jing Yu just glanced over and thought he saw the collection room of Lin Luo's paintings.But when he looked carefully, they were all works he had never seen before, just the style and the likeness of Lin Luo.

Jing Yu couldn't help being a little confused, if it was a special imitation, it would be fine, but how could it be like a random drawing?

Keeping this doubt in his heart, Jing Yu started looking for medicine, starting from the bedside table.

However, after he opened the first shelf of the bedside table and saw what was inside, his hands were taken aback.

Then, without changing his expression, he turned off this grid and opened the next one.

But Jing Yu searched all over Lin Luo's room, but couldn't find the so-called medicine.

"Jing Yu," Lin Luo smiled, and ran to the door of the bedroom with a small bag in his hand, "I found the medicine, here it is."

Jing Yu looked at the Yunnan Baiyao and other items in Lin Luo's hand, and deeply suspected that Lin Luo was deliberately playing tricks on him just now.

This kid laughed a lot.

"Come here." Jing Yu said with a straight face.

"Oh," Lin Luo walked obediently to the bed and sat down, holding back a smile and said, "I really didn't mean to trick you."

Well, it was on purpose.

Jing Yu took Yunnan Baiyao from the boy and asked, "Do you have any ice at home?"

"Yes, it's in the refrigerator." Lin Luo said.

Jing Yu first brought ice cubes to apply cold compresses to Lin Luo. While compressing his cheeks, Lin Luo kept staring at Jing Yu and said abruptly:

"You look pretty good today."

Jing Yu paused slightly: "Really?"

Lin Luo smiled again: "Did you dress up so well on purpose to see me?"

He also blew his hair, and used his favorite perfume—Jing Yu knew that Lin Luo liked that woody fragrance, and wore clothes that he didn't usually wear.

"You think too much." Jing Yu who was told the central matter did not admit it.

"Okay," Lin Luo didn't care, "Actually, you've always been handsome."

"It's just that I used to wear suits all the time, which seemed too old-fashioned."

"You're only 28 years old, you look a little young, okay?"

Lin Luo thought to himself: I'm already 31, and I'm not as old-fashioned as you.

"Little kid," Jing Yu cast a sidelong glance at Lin Luo, "I'm nine years older than you."

Lin Luo is now 28 years old and 29 years old, while Jing Yu is [-] years old and [-] years old.

"It's only nine years old." Lin Luo said, "My mother is not as old-fashioned as you."

Jing Yu: "..."

"Shut up." Jing Yu said, "I'll cover your face, don't keep talking."

Otherwise, the face will move around, which is not easy to apply.

"Oh."

Lin Luo was quiet for 2 minutes, and couldn't sit still anymore. He lowered his eyes and said:

"I'm not a brat anymore."

Lin Luo raised his eyes: "You should have seen my cabinet just now, right?"

"See what?" Jing Yu pretended to be stupid.

The corners of Lin Luo's lips were slightly raised, and his smile was a little provocative:

"Don't tell me you don't know, you must have seen it."

Adolescent boys always have needs in that area, and Lin Luo put some things in that area in his cabinet, just for his own entertainment.

After all, the five-finger girl is always a bit monotonous.

"So what if you see it?" Jing Yu asked back, "At my age, can I still be embarrassed with you?"

"Of course you won't be embarrassed." Lin Luo curled his lips, "Our Boss Jing is an experienced person."

"There must be no shortage of people around you for a person like you, how can a mother solo like me."

"I just want to say," Lin Luo leaned slightly, staring into Jing Yu's eyes, "I'm not a child, I'm a grown man."

"Don't always treat me like a child."

"Please treat me like a man."