Please don't be so hard on me!

The silver bracelet was dangling, with seven or eight stars of precious stones dangling from it, it was indeed expensive.

Miao Cun was wrapping the brush in a roll of rags, when he heard the words, he raised his head unexpectedly, and Gaga shook his head triumphantly: "I'm willing to bet, remember to draw a big one, I'll sell it when I can't afford it in the future money."

She is beautiful and has a temperament, and she also learns to dance. It is really hard to imagine that men will not like her, and will not be defeated by her offensive.

Miao Cun didn't speak for a while.

Gaga was going to the bar after work, and she sat down and put on makeup in front of a mirror. She painted her eyebrows one by one, and said, "He is so good, and he has a good figure. Several times I felt that I was going to die."

Miao Cun: "..."

There are also divisions among art students, some like Miao Cun who only focus on art, and some like Jia Jia who only focus on people, and some go to art after finishing people, or people and people at the same time. Different circles are different from circles, like small ecological circles that do not interfere with each other.

After Gaga finished speaking, he glanced at him: "Sorry, I'm used to chatting, so I won't talk about it."

Miao Cun wiped the brush clean and threw it into the white iron bucket with a clattering sound.He couldn't say what he was feeling at the moment, he seemed to be a little lost, but never sad. It was probably a little yellow dog at the entrance of the alley when he was a child. He was used to feeding it, thinking that the dog would only lick his palm. It was later discovered that the little yellow dog would also wag its tail as soon as other people ordered it.

The loss is limited to this, and some things are so clear.

These feelings are very light, like the water stains on the window glass after a rain, and then thinking that the object is Luo Minghan, so this poor water stains are quickly wiped away by the wiper.

Miao Cun was willing to admit defeat, and asked: "You won, what do you want to paint?"

"Flower, don't rush, let's talk when you have inspiration," pointing to the portrait and the semi-finished landscape, "Don't be so commercial, it has no collection value."

Hearing her childish words, Miao Cun couldn't help pursing the corners of his lips slightly, and smiled: "Okay, no problem."

Gaga finished painting her makeup and put on long and thick false eyelashes. She was completely different from the painting. She left work with heavy makeup on, and the bracelet on her hand jingled when she left.

This painting of the human body still has the final finishing touches, Miao Cun only breathed a sigh of relief, and then devoted himself to the painting of the landscape again.The fog on the river and the light blue mist in the winter forest, the colors of the two paintings complement each other perfectly, and after being hung, it will add to the icing on the cake of this precious place.

It is obvious that Luo Minghan's frequency of looking for him this week has indeed significantly decreased. He often leaves the company from the afternoon, and will not come to Miao Cun again at night. He just asks him as a routine, how is the progress today, is it okay? Have a good dinner, whether to rest at the company or go home.

Miao Cun answered to the point, and there was nothing redundant.

Luo Minghan sighed on the other end of the phone, even though he was smiling, he knew he was not in a good mood: "Miao Miao, in fact, do you not miss me at all?"

Miao Cun replied: "It's okay."

Luo Minghan leaned on the steering wheel, feeling sick from exhaustion and socializing.He tugged on his tie and closed his eyes: "Can you call Brother Luo?"

Luo Minghan likes these three words very much, not because of these three words, but because of Miao Cun.When he pronounced these three words, he was always brisk and carefree, with innocent and total dependence.

Luo Minghan felt that he had lost his mind and was crazy, so he longed to hear this sound when he was so tired that he was dying.

Miao Cun was silent for a while, but did not fulfill his wish, "It's late, you should rest."

The driver was still stuck in the road, and Luo Minghan was alone in the empty underground parking lot. He suddenly didn't want to hang up the phone.

"Why don't you ask me what I did today?" He was persuasive and gentle.

"What have you done?"

"I did—" the words suddenly felt lackluster, those boring receptions, middle-aged elites with hideous faces, and high-spirited Wall Street parrots were not worth sharing with Miao Cun, Luo Minghan smiled: "It's nothing, rest early. "

Miao Cun said "hmm", and Luo Minghan said "good night" on the tip of his tongue before he could say it.

He felt that Miao Cun hung up the phone very quickly.

There is always a feeling in my heart, it seems that when he is in front of Miao Cun, Miao Cun loves him very much, and when he is not in front of him, Miao Cun is always very cold.

He sent Miao Cun a WeChat message: "Go to my house for dinner if you have time, your two pots of roses should miss you very much."

Miao Cun replied "Yes", and when Luo Minghan came home after dinner, he always had a strange thought, wishing to see an extra pair of black canvas shoes at the entrance, Aunt Qian took his coat, Tell him with a smile, Mr. Miao Miao is here.

But his thoughts always came to nothing, he felt that Miao Cun didn't like these two pots of roses that much.

It was not until Friday that Luo Minghan had time to catch his breath. In the past, he would go to Guan Yingtao's to have a drink or two to relax and make contact with each other, but this time he only wanted to see Miao Cun.After a meeting in a neighboring city, he drove back non-stop. It was eight o'clock in the evening when he arrived at Guomao. The company didn't get off work, and Miao Cun didn't leave.

It’s just that I haven’t entered this meeting room for a few days, but I feel that after a long time, the oil painting of the body has been completely completed, covered with a layer of white cloth, and the landscape painting has come to an end. Miao Cun is completely imagining the painting, It's not even a draft, but the colors are so beautiful, ever-changing in light blue, so delicate that people feel that their eyes are not enough.

Luo Minghan leaned against the door and watched him quietly, with his hands in his suit trouser pockets and a suit in his hand.Having seen enough, he closed the door and hugged Miao Cun from behind.A figure swayed on the glass door, and someone passed by carrying water outside the door without looking sideways.

Miao Cun's body froze, almost messing up his brushstrokes.

Luo Minghan leaned against his face: "Why do you feel like I haven't seen you for a long time?"

"Still in the company, don't do this."

He held the pen in his hand and didn't dare to struggle too much. Luo Minghan was sure of this, and it was interesting to see him nervous, and it got worse.

"Little white-eyed wolf," he called him affectionately, his teeth itching with hatred: "I think you really don't miss me at all."

The big hand picked up Miao Cun's dirty and paint-splattered T-shirt, Miao Cun swallowed his Adam's apple and lowered his voice: "You are crazy!"

Luo Minghan pinched his chin, forcing him to raise his neck and turn his face away, and then kissed him.The smoke on his fingertips was burning, and his kiss also smelled of tobacco.

One day, Jiajia tore a corner of the well-wrapped sealing paper on the glass curtain wall, and no one cared about it, so the hole inevitably grew bigger and bigger.

The sound of typing on the keyboard outside froze for a moment, and even the voice of communicating with customers was also lowered. It seemed that the words were suddenly forgotten, so I could only cover the microphone and apologize redly: "Wait a moment...you just said... No, nothing happened to me..."

Spring is all over.

Luo Minghan's kiss was careless, but he became serious as he kissed, and in the end, it had the taste of being fiercely possessive.After the kiss was over, the haze of worrying about gains and losses in my heart dissipated.

Miao Cun was pitiful, the corners of his lips were torn, and he didn't know why Luo Minghan went crazy for no reason.

Luo Minghan circled him and coaxed him in his ear: "Keep drawing, don't be distracted."

There are still many people in the office, and it is back to the rhythm of being busy and deaf.Miao Cun's wrists were trembling finely because of his teasing: "...I can't draw like you do."

pure.

Luo Minghan kissed his soft earlobe, held his wrist, then held it, led him, and lightly traced on the painting.

That stroke seemed to be drawn on something itchy, so that Miao Cun's whole body was shaking.

"In the future, the company will be reorganized and sent to auction. The auctioneer introduced it like this..." He coaxed people in a joking and obscene tone, "This one was drawn by the artist when he was having fun with his lover, and it is suitable for hanging in the bedroom."

Miao Cun couldn't hold on any longer, and held onto the easel tightly with one hand.Obviously he didn't do anything but kiss at the moment, and his painting and art were tainted by his few words, but he, a person who studied painting, felt shamefully excited.

Luo Minghan took a deep breath, and when he spoke again, his tone was serious, and he said with a sigh: "Miaomiao, how do you want me to hold meetings in front of this painting in the future?"

As long as you see it, you will think of the temperature of the skin under the palm and the trembling at the moment.

The glass door opened and closed, followed by a few taps. Everyone raised their heads for no apparent reason, and saw their boss say, "It's a hard day today, so get off work early and go back to rest."

This is what it says!

Just working hard today?Which day is not hard!

The staff suppressed the slander in their hearts, stood up joyfully and packed the computer and folders, and thanked Mr. Luo repeatedly.

But no one dared to look up at the conference room that smelled of paint and turpentine.

In the blink of an eye, the office was completely emptied, and Miao was dipped in a paint board to paint, and the heat on his face was hard to get rid of.

He was sick, and he became a canary even though he didn't do any dirty things. He changed from a little painter to a canary.

Seeing his pretending to be calm, Luo Minghan thought he was extremely cute. He crossed his long legs and sat half-leaning on the table, watching Miao Cun's progress in painting today.

A corner of the body oil painting covered with a white cloth was lifted, Luo Minghan casually glanced at it, "This Jiajia..."

Miao Cun didn't stop, and asked casually, "What's wrong?"

"Is her work period completely over?"

"Ah."

"Will you cooperate with her in the future?"

"Should be, she is of good quality."

With the white cloth hanging down, Luo Minghan didn't seem to have any interest in the graceful curves in the painting, "She has impure thoughts, so you should stop interacting with her."

Miao Cun's pen stopped: "I choose a model, not a friend. She has nothing to do with my paintings." After a long pause, he finally couldn't help but sarcastically said: "You put people to sleep before you say such things. Isn't it too despicable? Why, she lied to you?"

Luo Minghan was taken aback, stood up straight and frowned and asked, "What? Who slept who?"

Miao Cun's strokes were focused and steady, as if he was just chatting with Luo Minghan about this incident, "Is there any difference if you put her to sleep or she put you to sleep?"

The palm was empty, and the paintbrush was taken away for no reason, leaving a touch of blue in Miao Cun's palm.He turned his head and looked at Luo Minghan puzzled: "What are you doing?"

Luo Minghan said word by word, "Say it clearly."

Miao Cun didn't think there was anything to say, "Give me back the pen."

"Why do you think I had sex with her?" Luo Minghan laughed angrily, "I'm gay, who can I sleep with? You don't know if a woman can be hard on her?"

Miao Cun was a little confused by his question, and said obediently: "Okay,...give me the pen." "

Luo Minghan seemed to have punched the cotton, his chest was so congested that even his breathing became heavy: "She told you that?"

"Ah."

"Why did she tell you this for no reason?"

Miao Cun felt that there was no need to tell him about these processes, so he replied perfunctorily: "Just chatting casually."

Luo Minghan slowly stood up straight, the pen was almost deformed between his fingers, and after a while, Miao Cun heard him call his full name——

"Miao Cun."

Miao Cun didn't know why, so he pulled him up, and his wrist was painfully pinched.He raised his eyes, only to feel that Luo Minghan's eyes were red, his breath was heavy and cold, his eyes had lost his usual composure, and he asked anxiously: "So you have long thought that I had a relationship with her, that I cheated and betrayed Why don't you come and ask me? Why don't you hear what I have to say? "

Miao Cun felt that he was a bit annoying, so he tried to break free with some force, but failed, "—I'm not interested."

After he finished speaking, he felt a sudden tightening of the wrist, as if Luo Minghan couldn't control the twitch of his heart, so that he lost control of his whole body.He almost pinched Miao Cun's wrist: "Why are you not interested?" His exhausted brain was in a mess, and he couldn't even make out a logical word order. He asked again: "Why are you not interested? Did I cheat? Did I cheat?" You haven't slept with anyone before, you..." He gasped, staring fixedly at Miao Cun, and said with a difficult ending, "...don't you even care?"

Miao Cun couldn't understand his gaffe, so he said "um", and asked in a slightly puzzled manner, "Is this not good?"