Please don't be so hard on me!

On the third day of the painting, Mr. Luo Minghan was busy with many things, so he went to Shanghai on a business trip.Miao Cun didn't notice it all day, only felt that today was very clean, and his mood was inexplicably comfortable.

In the afternoon, Jiajia called it a day before asking, "Why didn't you see that boss come over to supervise the work today?"

He would come here every day to check the progress of the painting, and Gaga got used to it.She thinks this boss is handsome, and so young and promising.

Miao Cun is very keen in painting, and the state of the models may not be different on the surface, but he can always catch the subtle changes in the aura at the first time.He knew that every time Luo Minghan came over, Jiajia would always be distracted, showing uncomfortably shy and longing for attention.

"I don't know." Miao Cun returned very lightly, and scraped off the semi-dry paint on the palette with a scraper.

"Hey, you know what, he is really good. I heard people chatting the other day, saying that this company was founded by him after working for two years, and then he went back to Tsinghua University to study EMBA, and then acquired foreign capital for mergers and acquisitions or something. , " Jia Jia was thinking, and didn't know much about it, "In short, he is now the only senior partner, and this age is unique in China."

Consulting companies are an industry that depends on the composition. There are also domestic consulting companies, but the funds they serve are not very popular. In short, this area is still good for foreign monks to recite scriptures. The foreign monk has countless funds, and the company structure and team remain unchanged. He is the only one who has the final say here.

Some people say that Luo Minghan took a shortcut. After all, to become a partner, it usually takes at least ten years, and it can be as slow as twelve years. The fastest and fastest precedent is only seven years.Luo Minghan graduated from Tsinghua University at the age of 21, and made a transition at the age of 29. It is not surprising that he is sour in the circle and admires him.

Miao Cun had long understood Luo Minghan's excellence, but he was indifferent to it, and only fooled with Jia Jia: "Really."

Gaga put on a long T and hot pants, put her hair down and tied it into a high ponytail again, "What kind of girl do you think a man like him would like?"

Myu put the scraper away, "I don't know."

In fact, I want to say that he doesn't like girls, but he can't help people come out.

Gaga put on her boots again, and returned to that sassy and sexy look, "Will he be interested in me?" She asked directly.

Miao Cun: "..."

This question is a bit difficult for his emotional intelligence.Because he knew that speaking would hurt someone, he chose to remain silent.

Fortunately, Jia Jia didn't seriously ask for his opinion, she shrugged her shoulders, "Try to ask him out later. He comes every day, I think he should be interested in me."

Miao Cun had no choice but to say: "Be careful, he is not a good person."

Gaga chuckled and looked back narrowly: "What's the matter, do I look like a good person?"

·

When Luo Minghan was on a business trip, no one cared what time he left at night, but he would occasionally send WeChat messages to Miao Cun at night, asking if he was home, and Miao Cun would always say "um".

In fact, it is a floor shop in the company.

He is very smart. He found a good gym in a slightly inferior office building next to China World Trade Center, bought a monthly subscription card in group purchase, and went to take a shower after nine o'clock every night, and then came back to continue painting.Because the whole company is full of workaholics, Lily is on a business trip with the boss again, so no one pays attention to his movements.

Luo Yuanhe dialed the video, it was eleven o'clock in the evening again.Five in the morning in Paris.

Miao Cun couldn't help asking: "Teacher, haven't you been sleeping well lately?"

Luo Yuanhe covered his lips and yawned lightly, but he didn't wake up: "The alarm is set for five o'clock."

"Do you have something to get up early?"

Luo Yuanhe looked at him in front of the screen, and held back a smile, "Yes."

The conversation was so uneventful, Miao Cun asked smoothly: "What's the matter?"

Luo Yuanhe sat in front of the desk, resting his chin on the back of his hand: "What I'm doing now."

It took a while for Miao Cun to understand, and he was a little stunned: "You made this point on purpose to find me?"

Luo Yuanhe said "hmm", and looked at his students tenderly through the jet lag: "You should go to bed later."

"Then you can find me at six o'clock in the afternoon." Miao Cun memorized the time difference so well, he counted quickly, "It's just noon here."

Speaking out, I felt wrong again.Because Luo Yuanhe went to study, not to play, obviously he was very busy every day, and dinner should be the busiest time for socializing, not to mention having a girlfriend.

Luo Yuanhe said: "Okay, I will write it down."

Miao Cun had some complaints about his actions, and reported: "...I've been very good recently, and I haven't failed any exams."

The implication is that you, a teacher, don't need to be so tight.

Listening to his mumbling softly, Luo Yuanhe thought he was cute, "Really," he asked knowingly, "Since you're so good, why haven't you come home so late?"

Miao Cun has already prepared a draft of lying, "Recently I have been sleeping in a friend's studio, and he asked me to paint a mural for him."

"Don't waste your time."

Miao Cun immediately said: "The painting will be finished in one month, very soon, because I need to save money—" the last three words were lightened, "...to France."

After chatting for a few minutes, Luo Yuanhe finally didn't say anything serious.Miao Cun didn't think about it until he fell asleep. Could it be that Teacher Luo just came to chat with him?But he is not such a boring person at all.

·

After the plane landed, the driver of the special car was already waiting. Half an hour later, Lili got off the highway and entered the city. Lili heard Luo Minghan change the destination while she was drowsy, and said to the driver, "Go to Guomao."

Oh hell, Lily lifted her eyelids and glanced at her watch, it's already one o'clock in the morning!

"Boss, what are you doing in the company?" She cheered up and asked.

Luo Minghan closed his eyes and meditated: "Get some information."

The car stopped at the gate of China World Trade Center, and the driver continued to take Lili home.Luo Minghan stepped into the elevator and went to the 36th floor. In the silence, he found that the lights in the company were still on.

When the project is tense, it will last all night, but Luo Minghan is very clear about the internal operation, and there is no such a tense project this month.I thought someone forgot to turn off the lights, but I didn't expect that it was the meeting room that was on.

On the oil canvas, the bright colors are dipped in full strokes, and there is still a wet oily sheen.On the table piled with paint tubes, brushes, spatulas, and turpentine, the tablecloth is already colorful, and Miao Cun is lying on one corner, with his arms around a pillow and his face on it.

Luo Minghan stood at the door for about a minute, while Miao Cun, who had his eyes closed, was unconscious.

The footsteps were very light, and his fingers lightly rubbed against the side of his clean face, startling Miao Cun to babble in his sleep, even frowning.Luo Minghan bowed down, wrapped his arms around his legs, and picked him up lightly and hugged him in his arms.

The sudden sense of leaving the ground made Miao Cun open his eyes, and against the light was his face that he thought about day and night.

He called Brother Luo again, wrapped two thin arms around Luo Minghan's neck, and curled into his arms.

He often paints in the studio until he sleeps on the floor. When he was young, Luo Yuanhe picked him up like this. Later, when he grew up, he just covered him with a thin quilt like a gentleman.

……wrong.

Miao Cun's heart trembled, his eyes froze, and he quickly turned from bewildered to sober - "Why are you here?"

Struggling in Luo Minghan's arms, like a restless little animal.

Luo Minghan firmly restrained him, strode towards the office, and said coldly: "I asked you to draw to make money, not to suffer."

The door was kicked open with a slam. Luo Minghan threw him on the bed, knelt on one knee, put his hands next to his ears, and interrogated condescendingly: "How many days have you been sleeping here?"

Miao Cun kicked him, but he couldn't move, and turned his face to one side coldly.

"If you don't tell me, I won't forgive you."

Luo Minghan's body temperature was so high, there was a faint smell of tobacco in his breath, mixed with the scent of perfume that had dissipated, it smelled so tormenting.In the air-conditioned place all day long, Miao Cun's palms were sweating.

He reluctantly compromised: "Five days."

"Why don't you go home?"

"I don't want to squeeze the subway."

"I'll take a special car, and I'll reimburse you."

Miao Cun bit his lower lip indistinctly, annoyed to death, he said truthfully: "I'm in a hurry, I want to finish the painting quickly." Pushing Luo Minghan's shoulder, "I'm done talking, you can get up!"

Luo Minghan got up as he said, but the bastard went to the bone, and kissed him hard on the chin before leaving: "This is my lounge. If you really don't want to go back, you can sleep here."

There are ironed suits and ties hanging in the room, the bedding is dark gray, and the bedside table is lit with a very faint fragrance and humidifier.This is where he takes his lunch break, and sometimes he will spend the night here after working overtime late.

Miao Cun didn't want to accept his kindness, and Luo Minghan didn't force him, but asked Lily to replace all the bedding with new ones.Nothing happened in the first two nights, the sheets were stretched as straight as paper, Luo Minghan was not in a hurry, like waiting for a cat that has just arrived in a new environment and is still under stress.

Two nights later, when he wanted to go in for a lunch break, he saw some traces of people who had lived there.

The restaurants in China World Trade Center are very expensive, Miao Cun and Jia Jia ate takeaway together, when Luo Minghan opened the door and came in, both of them choked.Jia Jia hurriedly wiped her mouth, and Miao Cun swallowed hard: "Can't you knock on the door first!"

Luo Minghan: "Sorry, I don't have the habit of knocking on the door of my company."

Gaga gave a silent "wow" and watched Miao Cun being picked up by him.

Luo Minghan asked: "I'm going in for a lunch break now, tell me, can I sleep?"

Miao Cun glared at him, but he had no confidence.

Luo Minghan spoke in a low voice, but with ease: "If you don't go to bed at night, then I will go now."

Posing to go.

Miao Cun held his arm, Luo Minghan raised his eyebrows, watching him pull his sleeve with interest.

"...I fell asleep, don't go."

Luo Minghan pressed the upper corner of his lips, and suppressed his smile.

"Did you sleep well?"

Miao Cun shook his hands and turned away without answering the question. His silence became an unending drizzle in Luo Minghan's heart, which lingered on him for a whole day.

Now that Luo Minghan already knew, he wouldn't be so guilty when he lay down again.Miao Cun wrapped himself in a quilt, art students will never be slaves, unless they are provided with food and housing! ...what a mess.

After hanging up the ladder, he opened Luo Yuanhe's Twitter.I haven't watched it for many days, I don't know if there is any new content to share.

a picture.

The teacher and the student had a tacit understanding. He was painting the human body, and Luo Yuanhe was also painting the human body.It's just that Miao Cun has seen the person Luo Yuanhe painted before. Before that, he had a dinner with his friends, and this girl was also in it...she was the goddess Luo Yuanhe reunited with after a long absence.

This should be just Teacher Luo's casual work, without any traces of sculpting. The girl closed her eyes and lay on her back on the recliner, with her bare toes stretched tight on the chair.

Miao Cun locked the screen reflexively, pressed the hand holding the phone tightly to his heart, and closed his eyes tightly in the darkness.

...But, you have to get used to it, don't you?Sooner or later, he will have to get used to this fact. Will he call her Shimu, sister-in-law, or sister?

It was so difficult to find an answer to this question, Miao Cun kept thinking about it with his eyes closed, until his phone was covered with heat.

When I realized it was late, it was already four in the morning.Miao Cun dug out the melatonin from his schoolbag and swallowed it as directed by the doctor.

The next day, I woke up to the sound of chatting outside the house——

Damn, it's 11:30!

"Let me tell you," Guan Yingtao knocked on the cigarette ash, "Last time you said that you couldn't stand Nellolo because of the waves, so why don't you keep in touch? Don't miss your pure male college student!"