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

But it was too late.

The omelette was beyond salvage.

Lin Luo looked at the battered omelette with a stinky face, and Bai Jingyu glanced at it: "It's all your fault."

Jing Yu was a little funny: "Who was holding me just now?"

Lin Luo snorted softly, pushed Jing Yu away, and got down from the cooking table.

"I'll make another one. Don't disturb me. I'll talk about it after I'm done."

"Can we kiss again after finishing?" Jing Yu asked.

Lin Luo raised his eyebrows: "It depends on your performance."

Egg pancakes are easy to make, just mix the eggs and flour, sprinkle some chopped green onion and salt, pour oil in the pan, and bake it.

Wait for one side to bake and set, turn it over and bake it again, and it can be out of the pan.

Jing Yu helped to serve the porridge, brought a box of chives to the dining table, and the two of them also had a cup of hot milk.

It can be said to be a very rich breakfast.

Lin Luo looked at Jing Yu expectantly: "Eat it, try it."

"You have to go to work after eating."

"Don't be late again."

He didn't want Jing Yu to always be late because of him.

Jing Yu lowered his head and took a bite of the egg pancake, and asked, "You don't have class this morning, do you?"

Anyway, now that Lin Luo knew about it, he didn't hide it anymore.

Jing Yu had colluded with Lin Luo's counselor a long time ago, and he knew every little trouble about Lin Luo's school.

"Well, no class." Lin Luo smiled, and asked while drinking porridge, "Why, what do you want, you want me to go to the company with you?"

Jing Yu smiled: "You don't want to go?"

Lin Luo made a pensive expression; "But I made an appointment with Xiyue to paint together this morning... I can't break the contract."

Jing Yu frowned, with a little displeasure on his face: "Don't mention her."

Lin Luo laughed and said intentionally, "But she is quite cute, don't you think?"

"I don't think so," Jing Yu said sullenly, "I want you to go to the company with me, not to paint with her."

"Don't paint with her in the future."

What if Nuonuo was seduced by that little girl? !

The little girl is young and beautiful, and she is also walking with Lin Luo, and the two of them have more common topics.

If Jing Yu doesn't hurry up, I'm afraid that Nuonuo will be fascinated by the colorful world.

Lin Luo was finally satisfied, and nodded with a smile: "If you don't paint, you don't paint, but why should I go to the company with you? I don't know anything about your company."

Jing Yu said, "You can... draw in my office."

Lin Luo: "..."

One job and one painting, the two are irrelevant.

It's the way grown-ups fall in love.

Although, Lin Luo followed Jing Yu to his office as expected.

Jing Yu thoughtfully prepared for him his usual paints, brushes, canvas and other painting materials, which were very complete.

After Lin Luo was settled, Jing Yu started working.

Lin Luo sat on a chair, staring at the canvas in a daze.

I don't have any desire to draw.

His attention is now on Jing Yu.

The eyes can't help but glance to Jing Yu's side.

After glancing at it, I involuntarily picked up the pen and began to draw on the canvas.

Reproduce the well-being in his eyes on the canvas.

This may be his expression as a painter.

Once he was engaged in painting, he began to forget his surroundings.

Jing encountered a posture for a long time and was a little tired, so he changed his posture.

As soon as he moved, Lin Luo yelled, "Don't move!"

Jing Yu was taken aback, looked up, and found that Lin Luo was looking at him while drawing.

So Nuonuo was painting him?

Jing Yu had no choice but to return to the previous posture, try to keep still, and act as Lin Luo's model.

Being a model is not an easy task. You need to keep one posture for a long time without blinking your eyes as much as possible.

Lin Luo didn't expect that the whole morning he spent alone with Jing Yu would pass like this.

After finishing the painting, Lin Luo checked the time and found that it was time for lunch.

Lin Luo put down the paintbrush, his hands were stained with paint, he wiped it off, but if it wasn't clean, forget it.

Where can a painter be without some paint?

It's just... Lin Luo looked at Jing Yu's carpet, it seemed that paint was also stained, and it didn't know when it dripped down.

Lin Luo was a little guilty, squatted down and rubbed Jing Yu with his sleeve, but it didn't come off.

Lin Luo coughed lightly, not knowing how expensive Jing Yu's carpet was.

Over there, Jing Yuwen raised his head to look at him, found Lin Luo squatting, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lin Luo pointed to the traces of paint on the carpet: "...Well, I accidentally stained your carpet... Are you okay?"

Jing Yu took a glance: "It's okay."

He decided to have the carpet replaced when he turned around, leaving Lin Luo an open space without a carpet, so that if the paint dripped, it would be easier to clean up.

Seeing that Jing Yu was attracted by himself, Lin Luo hooked his fingers at him:

"Come, come, Jing Yu."

"Look at my drawing."

His excitement made the dizzy Jing Yu happy, put down what he was doing, and got up.

"Draw me?" Jing Yu asked, "Did you finish the painting?"

Lin Luo raised the corners of his lips: "You'll know it when you look at it."

Seeing Lin Luo's mysterious look, Jing Yu was a little curious, so he walked over to have a look, when he saw the content on the canvas, Jing Yu had a dumbfounding expression on his face.

"You...are you painting me?"

"Yes," Lin Luo nodded, "Don't you think it looks like you?"

The canvas is not a portrait of Jing Yu, but a Jing Yu who looks like a leopard, or a leopard that looks like Jing Yu.

A leopard.

He stood gracefully and majestically on the grass, surveying his territory.

Jing Yu was a little strange: "Why do you draw like this?"

"I feel...you are like a leopard." Lin Luo couldn't help laughing.

"Don't you think it looks like you?"

Jing Yu looked at the leopard, then touched his face, lost in thought.

"I don't think so."

"I think!" Lin Luo said, "It's just very similar. If you don't believe me, look in the mirror yourself, you really look alike."

Lin Luo is also hard to describe, but I feel like it.

"Then do you know what you look like to me?" Jing Yu asked.

"what?"

"Cat." Jing Yu pinched Lin Luo's face, "It's wild and cuddly."

"Let go." Lin Luo was dissatisfied, "Even if I am a cat, I am still a tiger."

He pushed away Jing Yu's hand, and suddenly wiped the man's face.

The paint on his hands was all over Jing Yu's face.

Jing Yu was caught off guard and did not escape.

After Lin Luo finished wiping, he wiped his face in a daze, and found that his hands were covered with paint.

Just at this time the secretary came in, hurriedly took a stack of documents, knocked on the door and pushed the door open before Jing Yu could speak.

In the past, she was also like this when she was in a hurry, and Jing Yu would not blame her.

So the secretary just called out "President", and when she looked up, she saw her boss standing beside Lin Luo with his face painted like a cat.

The secretary's mind suddenly froze, and he forgot what he wanted to say.

Jing Yu asked without changing his expression, "What's wrong?"

The secretary opened his mouth, noticed the smile on Lin Luo's face and the paint on his hands, and knew that most of the paint on the boss's face was painted by this young man, oh no, the president's wife.

The secretary couldn't help but feel ashamed... As expected of the president's wife.

Jing Yu doesn't have much airs in the company, but he has always been serious, and he is really too strong.

The people in the company were in awe of him, and they didn't dare to make fun of Jing Yu, even though many of them were older than Jing Yu, let alone seeing the respectful face of the leader.

"I...here," the secretary realized that he might not be here at the right time, "You, you can see for yourself."

She ran in quickly, put down the documents, and slipped away.

After closing the door, the secretary stood behind the door, thinking of Jing Yu's appearance just now, finally couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

Just as he laughed out loud, he quickly covered his mouth, for fear of being heard by the leader.

The secretary ran down quickly on tiptoe, wanting to share the picture he saw with everyone.

In the office, Lin Luo laughed without hesitation.

He laughed loudly, and the secretary's dull expression was enough to make Lin Luo laugh for a year.

Jing Yu was very helpless.

"Does it make you so happy that I make a fool of yourself?" he asked.

Lin Luo suppressed a smile and said, "No... But the people in your company have never seen you like this before, right?"

"No one has dared to do this before." Jing Yu said.

Lin Luo raised his chin: "Then someone dares now."

He stretched out his hand, intending to wipe Jing Yu's face again.

But Jing Yu reacted faster, grabbed Lin Luo's wrist, and went back to wipe Lin Luo's own face.

As a result, Lin Luo's face was also covered with oil paint.

Not to be outdone, Lin Luo directly dipped the paint on the palette with his hands and applied it to Jing Yu's face.

A smear of red paint suddenly appeared on Jing Yu's face.

Jing Yu could see the red in her lowered eyes.

Jing Yu didn't hide, Lin Luo reached out and wiped a heart shape on his face.

Then he put his arms around Jing Yu's neck, stepped on his feet slightly, and made a mark on Jing Yu's face with his face turned sideways.

"Well, now I have it on my face."

"Don't be angry, a big man, don't be stingy."

Before he finished speaking, Jing Yu lowered his head and blocked his lips.

Lin Luo blinked, and simply pushed Jing Yu down on the sofa nearby. He straddled the man's lap, hugged the man's neck and kissed him.

No wonder people love being in love.

Being in love feels really good.

Kissing each other, Lin Luo was seized by Jing Yu and turned over and fell on the sofa.

The man's hand touched his waist through the clothes, Lin Luo dodged it so itchy, turned his head slightly, and whispered against the man's lips:

"Itch... don't touch it."

He is very ticklish.

Jing Yu laughed, raised his hand and scratched Lin Luo's nose.

"Are you hungry, ticklish little cat?"

He pulled Lin Luo up.

I am afraid that if I continue, I will be out of control.

"Not hungry." Lin Luo still wanted to kiss, and leaned over to kiss her, "You're just a little cat."

"I'm a tabby cat." Jing Yu said.

Lin Luo's stomach growled inappropriately.

Seeing the teasing look in Jing Yu's eyes, Lin Luo couldn't hold back.

"Hungry, shall we go eat?" he said.

"Well, let's eat." Jing Yu said.

"I'll take you back to school after eating."

After Jing Yu finished speaking, he laughed to himself inexplicably.

Lin Luo was puzzled: "What are you laughing at?"

Jing Yu said: "The way you say this always makes me feel like I'm taking care of a student."

Lin Luo also couldn't help laughing: "Yeah, you are taking care of me, the kind that costs fifty cents a kiss."

"Then you are quite cheap," Jing Yu said, "Did I owe you something, and I need to give you some compensation?"

"Compensation..." Lin Luo thought for a while, he actually didn't want anything, and Jing Yu didn't have anything to compensate him.

Lin Luo put his arms around the man's neck, buried his head on his shoulder and laughed muffledly:

"You are not allowed to wash the paint off your face this afternoon."

"Well, this is compensation, fulfilling one of my requests, okay?" Lin Luo raised his eyes.

Jing Yu: "..."

"What kind of compensation is this?"

Lin Luo tilted his head slightly: "Can't you?"

He leaned over and kissed Jing Yu's lips, and asked again: "Can't you?"

"...OK." Jing Yu had nothing to do with him.

So neither of them washed off the paint on their faces, after lunch, Jing Yu sent Lin Luo back to school.

When passing through the company, the look on their faces caused frequent glances from the company employees.

Arriving at the entrance of the oil painting department, after Lin Luo got off the car and walked into the teaching building, he also received the unanimous attention of passers-by.