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

I didn't expect to have such benefits just because I came to the company to meet someone.

Hug, hold hands, and go to Jingyu's house.

When Lin Luo was led by Jing Yu to the elevator, he stared at the hands that were clasped together, secretly delighted.

This was the first time Jing Yu hugged him, and the faint woody fragrance still lingered on the tip of his nose, which made him a little distracted.

And he was going to Jingyu's house soon.

He had never been to Jing Yu's house, neither in Yunhai city nor in the capital city.

It was Jing Yu who had been looking for him unilaterally all the time, and he knew almost nothing about Jing Yu—except for the information he could find on the Internet.

Of course Lin Luo was not satisfied with this.

But Lin Luo suddenly thought of a question, and asked nervously, "Do you live alone?"

"Yes." Jing Yu gave an affirmative answer.

Lin Luo heaved a sigh of relief, it was fine living alone, but if he lived with his parents, he would turn around and run away.

Under the gaze of the staff and executives, Jing Yu led the boy into the elevator, and the two went down to the basement floor.

The crowd immediately booed regretfully.

"Oh, I can't see it."

"By the time we get down to the first floor, they must have left."

"Is the president taking someone home?"

"That boy looks like a student, the president won't...cough cough cough, isn't this a bit too beastly?"

Everyone fell into silence again.

"It's gone, let's all go home, there's nothing to see."

"Yes, go home and go home."

"Anyway, if we really get married in the future, there will still be opportunities to meet each other."

After all, Jing Yudu is 28 and has reached the age to get married.

It's just that the subject is a little too young, maybe not yet at the legal age of marriage...

After the two came to the first floor, Jing Yu opened the door of the passenger's seat, let Lin Luo in first, and walked around to the driver's seat.

After sitting firmly, Jing Yu watched Lin Luo put on his seat belt.

When the boy lowered his head, his slender eyelashes cast a half-circle shadow under his eyes.

After Lin Luo came to Gome, she seemed to have gained a little weight, with flesh on her cheeks, and she was no longer as thin as before.

There are more smiles on the face, more lively than before.

When wearing the seat belt, the corners of the lips are also raised, obviously in a good mood.

The boy's face looked soft and easy to pinch.

Jing Yu unexpectedly raised his hand and touched it.

Lin Luo looked up, and the eyes of the two collided in mid-air.

Jing Yu's eyes slipped and fell on Lin Luo's lips.

His lips are not as pink as a girl's, nor are they as thin as an adult man's. It reminds Jing Yu of the scene when Lin Luo invited him to the old neighborhood of Yunhai City a few months ago.

At that time, Lin Luo ate a bowl of stinky tofu, and his lips were red from the heat, so he approached him and asked him for a piece of stinky tofu.

The bright lips are just around the corner from him.

Lin Luo's eyes didn't flicker, and he looked at Jing Yu, very courageous, but Jing Yu could see that his ear tips were already red.

For some reason, Jing Yu's mouth suddenly became parched.

He quickly looked away and took a bottle of water to drink.

After drinking a large mouthful of water, Jing Yu calmed down and made sure that his tone would not reveal any abnormalities before asking: "Have you had dinner yet?"

Lin Luo also looked away, looked down at his fingers, and shook his head: "No."

"Come over right after class."

"You haven't eaten, have you?" Lin Luo glanced at Jing Yu quickly, then looked away, "I can cook, do you want to try my cooking skills?"

A poor bachelor, if he doesn't know how to cook, probably can only live on instant noodles.

After all, takeaway is unaffordable.

Lin Luo was forced to learn a decent cooking skill.

It can't be compared with a chef, but among ordinary people, they can already be considered to be able to cook.

"However... I don't cook very delicious." Lin Luo's eyes fluttered, "You may not be used to it."

He was in a mess.

Just now he almost thought that Jing Yu would kiss him, and was about to close his eyes... Fortunately, he didn't.

Wouldn't it be embarrassing?

Jing Yu didn't kiss him.

Lin Luo was a little lost.

"will not."

Jing Yu didn't dare to look at Lin Luo when he was speaking, but looked at him through the rearview mirror in a roundabout way:

"There should be some vegetables in the refrigerator at home. The aunt who cooks bought them. You can cook whatever you want, just make do with it."

"I won't go out to eat."

"En." Lin Luo's lips curled up again.

Just like that, Lin Luo followed Jing Yu back to the man's house.

It was a single-family villa that wasn't too big, but the decoration was exquisite.

As soon as he opened the door and turned on the light, he saw Lin Luo's paintings hanging on the wall.

Lin Luo was taken aback, he couldn't count the number of pieces on the wall with one hand.

Lin Luo knew that his paintings were not cheap, so they must have cost a lot of money.

"Change your shoes." Jing Yu gave him a pair of slippers, followed Lin Luo's line of sight to see the paintings, and smiled, "These are all my collections, this is just a part, there are still upstairs."

"If you're interested, I'll take you up to see it after dinner."

"Okay." Lin Luo readily agreed.

One is to see which paintings Jing Yuyu has collected in the end, and the other is to visit the other party's collection for free - you know, these are masterpieces that cannot be seen on the market.

Lin Luo put on the slippers and found that they were a bit big.

That was probably Jing Yu's size.

"Don't you have smaller slippers at home?" Lin Luo shook the shoes on his feet.

Lin Luo was wearing clean pure white socks. Her feet were relatively small, and they looked even smaller in the light coffee-colored cotton slippers.

Jing Yu couldn't move his eyes away for a moment.

He forcibly looked away, coughed lightly and said:

"No, I seldom have guests in my house, so you can just wear it, and I will buy you a new one another day."

Lin Luo tilted his head and said with a smile: "Your social circle should be very extensive, why do you rarely come to visit?"

Jing Yu closed the door, walked into the house, and said, "Those are business friends, and they usually don't invite them to the house."

"The one who comes to my house the most is Leng Xinglan."

"The one who said it was your boyfriend last time?"

"Ahem..." Jing Yu had just bent down to pour a glass of water to drink, when he heard this, he coughed in shock.

Lin Luo was a little funny.

"That's all his nonsense." Jing Yu frowned, "Why do you still mention it?"

"Oh..." Lin Luo stepped on the slippers that were two sizes bigger than his feet, walked to the sofa and sat down, and asked, "What about the others?"

"What else?"

"I mean ex-boyfriend, ex-girlfriend or something."

"I don't seem to have heard you mention it."

"Drink water?" Jing Yu answered irrelevantly.

"Well, thank you."

Jing Yu took Lin Luo a glass of water and handed it over.

When picking it up, the fingers of the two people inevitably touched each other.

Jing Yu paused for a moment, and after Lin Luo took the water glass, he rubbed the place on his hands that Lin Luo had touched.

Lin Luo saw it, and immediately shouted:

"You think my paint is dirty?"

Lin Luo's hands were rarely clean, and they were often stained with paint, which couldn't be washed off.

"No..." Jing Yu was a little embarrassed.

"I'm asking you," Lin Luo asked again, "You are so old, you are still single, I don't believe it."

It seems that if he doesn't give an explanation, this kid will not give up.

Facing Lin Luo, Jing Yu always felt helpless.

There is really nothing to do with him.

"Yes," Jing Yu smiled helplessly, "I'm almost thirty, so I must have."

"But not many, just one or two."

"When did it happen?" Lin Luo asked, "Male or female?"

Jing Yu looked at Lin Luo, and replied slowly: "Both are men, I have never had a girlfriend."

"Because of my mother, I'm a bit repulsive to girls."

This was the first time that Jing Yu mentioned his family to Lin Luo.

"It was several years ago. Ever since my company developed, I have never thought about these things."

"What about now?" Lin Luo's eyes stared at Jing Yu for a moment, "Do you have any fantasies now?"

Jing Yu: "..."

These words have a very strong direction.

Jing Yu didn't want to say no, and it was hard to say yes, so he just remained silent.

The man didn't answer, and Lin Luo didn't force him to ask, instead he changed the subject:

"What happened to your mother? Did she treat you badly?"

"It's not bad," the topic was bypassed, Jing Yu was in a relaxed mood, thinking about his words, "It's great."

"She always treats me like a three-year-old, and wants to help me arrange everything properly, and doesn't want anything to happen beyond her control."

Lin Luo frowned slightly.

He suddenly realized that Jing Yu's mother was also his mother-in-law, cough, mother-in-law-to-be, might be a difficult opponent in the future - if he wanted to be with Jing Yu.

Lin Luo thoughtfully agreed, and stopped continuing the topic, but stood up and said:

"Where is your kitchen? I'm going to cook."

A confident smile appeared on his face: "Let you have a taste of my craft."

"Don't look at my young age, I know a lot of things."

Jing Yu laughed, got up and led him the way: "The kitchen is over here."

When he arrived at the kitchen, he introduced Lin Luo one by one.

Jing Yu's kitchen utensils are too high-tech, Lin Luo, a bumpkin, has never seen many of them.

Fortunately, Jing Yu is not a guy who knows nothing about cooking, otherwise it would take some time just to study how these pots are used.

When Lin Luo put on his apron and started cooking, he said to Jing Yu: "You must be tired after working all day, go and rest for a while, you can eat soon."

He didn't know that he looked like a little wife wearing an apron and saying these words.

So Jing Yu didn't leave, but leaned against the kitchen door to watch him.

"Don't you usually go to school? How did you learn to cook?"

"When I'm at home during the holidays," Lin Luo lied casually, "Winter and summer vacations, holidays, my mother has to go out to set up a stall, so I have to cook."

Jing Yu thought for a while: "You are so obedient, and your mother is so virtuous, what exactly does your father think?"

Lin Luo was taken aback for a moment, then tilted his head and smiled and asked, "Am I good?"

"Of course," Jing Yu said without hesitation, "Study is good, painting is good, can cook, and filial piety, isn't that good?"

Lin Luo couldn't help laughing.

In his previous life, he was a bad boy in everyone's eyes.

The teacher has a headache for him, and invites parents every day, and his uncle's house is annoying, and he doesn't want to go to the parent-teacher meeting.

The classmates in the class also think that he is withdrawn and his grades are poor, so he knows to draw some messy things on the books that he can't understand.

No one appreciated his paintings, and no one liked him.

"So I have so many advantages." Lin Luo laughed softly.

Jing Yu raised his eyebrows: "You are such a good child, no one praises you?"

"Yes," Lin Luo smiled, "but you compliment me the happiest."

In this life, he was honored by the original owner, Lin Nuo, with good grades, praised by his teachers, and loved by his mother.

Ke Jingyu's approval still satisfies him more than others'.

"Also, I'm not a child." Lin Luo emphasized again, "I'm a grown man."

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The author has something to say:

Although they just hugged and held hands, I have already imagined that they have fought [-] rounds. When will I write it!