Green Tea Young Master and Male Butler[Transmigration Book]

The gift Bai Qiu prepared for the butler was a brand new set of tuxedo that was very similar to his original one, but it was one size bigger. The young man said earnestly: "When you get old, you must pay attention to your waist."

The butler was moved but speechless: "Thank you, young master."

Bai Qiu waved his hand.

The housekeeper sighed slightly: "It's just a pity... I can't wear it either."

Wanning refused.

Bai Qiu asked seriously: "Do you have any plans to change jobs?"

The butler sighed again: "No."

Have.

dare not.

After living for so long, it's not that I didn't realize it.

Those who "resigned" really...resigned.

The butler shook his shoulders and stopped talking.

If you don't see it with your own eyes, you can only pretend that nothing happened.

This poaching is not a failure.

Bai Qiu's mood improved slightly, so much so that when he saw Wanning, he didn't have a cold face, he smiled brightly, and shouted enthusiastically: "Brother Wanning."

Wanning: "Well, let's go to the studio to draw."

"I don't want to be in the studio."

Bai Qiu refused: "I have no inspiration, I want to see the roses planted by brother Wanning."

"I paint."

Wanning held the pen and frowned slightly.

It's not him, why are there so many things.

"Models can't pose without inspiration."

Bai Qiu couldn't bear Wanning's rejection at all, so he turned his head and walked out. Wanning could only grit his teeth and keep up.

He felt like a tour guide.

Bai Qiu traveled smoothly all the way until——

"The front has been abandoned."

Wanning walked in front, stopped him, and said in a cold voice, "My mother died here that year."

The young man stopped and poked his head curiously: "Is that a Buddhist hall? Shen Changqing's house also has it."

"..."

Are you blind?

So the big cross is invisible?

"It's the church, my father believed in God."

Wan Ning said gloomyly: "My mother is the same. She believes that God can forgive sins and take devout believers to heaven. When she died, she held the cross."

The crow landed on the white low house.

The soil was exceptionally dark in color and smelled of decaying earth.

Bai Qiu looked a little scared.

Seeing this, Wanning couldn't help being in a good mood, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Since my mother died, there was no grass growing here where there were originally large roses."

"My God!"

The boy covered his mouth and exclaimed, "It's so scary!"

Wanning: "..."

It's a bit fake.

"Then I'd better look elsewhere."

Bai Qiu shrugged slightly. He wandered around like a bandit, and even kicked hard at the locked door on the third floor, muttering: "What is there to hide, it's so tightly locked."

Wanning: "..."

I really want to strangle him.

At last.

The young man swaggered into the studio, and he saw the unfinished painting in front of him at a glance. The young man's clothes were half-faded, he held a rose in his mouth, and raised his head with tears in his eyes.

"Brother Wanning, you still draw this kind of thing."

Bai Qiu let out a "tsk".

This expression made Wanning's blood pressure go up: "This is art, do you understand art?"

What is the most annoying thing for an artist?

I am defiled, and my paintings are defiled.

"Is it art or something that satisfies the invisible person in your heart."

The corner of Bai Qiu's lips twitched: "This is Xu Qing, brother Wanning, don't you like Xu Qing too?"

I like Xu Qing.

funny.

Wanning intends to refute.

The young man said slowly, "But... it's impossible for him to like you. What's so good about you? The only good thing about you is that disguised artist's skin."

"Who would like your dirty insides?"

Bai Qiu reached out to touch the oil painting. The wet red paint carried an unspeakable stench. The young man didn't seem to notice it. His tone was innocent, with a slight rise in the end: "After all, we are the same person."

"Shen Changqing won't like me, and Xu Qing won't fall in love with you either."

"We are equally rotten and unworthy of love."

"is it?"

The anger accumulated and exploded, but Wanning calmed down instead: "I'm different from you."

The young man was full of disbelief.

Wan Ning opened his mouth and tried to speak at length, but before he could utter two words, Bai Qiu raised his hand impatiently, and put his index finger on his lips.

"Shh, shut up."

"Don't make those innocent excuses. I'm hungry. I haven't eaten yet. Brother Wanning might as well hurry up and prepare dinner for me."

Wanning couldn't hold back: "I'm your nanny?"

"what?"

The teenager blinked, with a shocked expression of "Aren't you?"

Wanning took a deep breath.

Letting Bai Qiu come over was probably the decision he regretted the most.

Bai Qiu was full of food and drink, didn't work, let him pose, he slumped lazily on the sofa without moving, and when it was dinner time, he jumped up energetically.

Wanning suspected that he was here for a meal.

"Crack."

Bai Qiu beckoned with both hands, took pictures, tapped them in Moments, and posted them.

Dark Shark Cat Head:

I went to Wanning’s house for dinner today. Wanning was very enthusiastic and even made dessert for me.

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Wanning thought blankly.

He may also have checked this as a scenic spot.

When Bai Qiu proposed to leave.

Wan Ning breathed a sigh of relief, he never mentioned the matter of the model, and even promised to finish Shen Changqing's painting as soon as possible, and then directly send a driver to take him there.

Don't do it again.

The boy refused the housekeeper's kindness and insisted that Wanning send him to the door. With a smile on his face, he greeted the warm wind: "Goodbye, poor ghost who can't get love."

"I can't get it, but you have it?"

Wanning sneered.

"Of course I have."

Bai Qiu opened his fingers: "I have an older brother and parents, unlike Brother Wanning who has nothing but is hated by his father and abandoned by his mother."

Wanning's father hated him extremely.

Because he "loves" Wanning's mother.

The woman's death was a fatal blow to him. He hated his son for actually looking at the woman dead with cold eyes. He hated his son's indifference and cruelty, although he was the same.

Wanning is too similar to him.

It was like looking in a mirror, which made him sick.

"I'm leaving, goodbye, Brother Wanning."

Bai Qiu's tone was cheerful.

never see again.

Wanning wished that the young man would disappear in front of his eyes immediately, and he was even more troubled after clicking on Moments.

Who made him desserts himself?

Same heart attack.

And Xu Qing and Zou Chen.

"Little Zou."

Shen Changqing was triumphant: "Why don't you like my circle of friends?"

Zou Chen: "..."

Shen Changqing had already been deleted from his personal account. The man logged into his work account and took a look. Shen Changqing's circle of friends was empty: "Boss, I can't see your circle of friends."

"Oh."

Shen Changqing stretched out his hand: "Now I can see it."

Changqing:

The children made it with their own hands. The taste is not very good, but it is better than the heart.

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The desserts posted by Shen Changqing's Moments are exquisite and small, and it looks like they were bought in a dessert shop.

"Sent by Xu Qing?"

"Xu Qing is also something you can call."

Shen Changqing's face turned cold in an instant: "Zou Chen, have you forgotten your identity?"

Identity has changed.

In Shen Changqing's eyes, one is still a dog, while the other has quietly become a human.

"Of course I remember, I am the butler you hired for money."

Zou Chen adjusted his glasses, and said in a flat tone, "It's also your special assistant."

Shen Changqing couldn't help but sneered, and said contemptuously: "What do you really think of yourself?"

Men feel it all the time.

Shen Changqing should not have been born in modern times.

He is suitable to be a prince and nobleman in ancient times, his thinking is extremely similar, and he doesn't take people seriously.

The man looked at him quietly.

"Get out."

Shen Changqing didn't like Zou Chen, every time he looked at a man, it always felt like he had punched cotton.

People don't care at all.

Only he was angry.

Zou Chen remained expressionless, and he didn't forget to close the door when he walked out. He leaned on the door and changed his WeChat ID. The circle of friends on his personal account flashed red dots, and the man opened it.

in the photo.

The young man smiled brightly, and Wanning was sitting beside him, and Wanning had a stinky face.

Zou Chen zoomed in on the photo.

Bai Qiu's smile is sincere, without a trace of falsehood.

Desserts made by yourself.

The man cuts off Wanning, saves the photos in the album, and clicks on Somao to search for how to make desserts.

First, there must be a microwave oven.

Zou Chen paused, thinking of his cramped rental house.

Zou Chen's finger was placed on the screen.

Click on the map to start looking at the lot.

Too much.

How can I make Bai Qiu like him, look at him, and only see him.

Even if...

He is not alone.

Also.

Since childhood, men have been used to lowering their expectations.

He never got what he wanted.

The author has something to say:

Sad today.

Ordered tomato fish, but I didn't expect it to be really tomato.

Not sweet, just the taste of pure tomato mixed with water, exactly the same as the tomato soup I cooked.

So unpalatable.