After thousands of people wake up

lie

i have a super rich fiancé

It was the first time that He Huai felt this way about a person, and this uncontrollable feeling made him feel irritable.

He pursed his lips and looked sideways at the boy's hand holding the pencil. His fingers were white and clean, with skinny and slender fingers. He nimbly held the pencil and drew light black lines neatly on the canvas. Soon there were lines on the canvas. A sketch of a tall building.

I just want to draw the scenery hanging in the air outside through the high-rise windows. It seems that it is not easy to draw.He saw the boy keep drawing and revising.

A landscape of high-rise urban buildings with a sense of space and layers gradually appears on the flat canvas.The position of the angle of view is exactly what he asked to stand in front of the window and see the city scenery that gradually expands from near to far.

When the boy usually talked to him, his attitude was flamboyant and breezy.

But when he was concentrating on painting, he was very serious, his thin lips were pursed tightly, his brows were slightly frown, and those eyes that were always smiling were also staring at the canvas seriously at this moment.The slightly thin body leaned forward slightly with the posture of painting. Under the loose T-shirt, the collarbone under the boy's neck was faintly visible. The texture around the neck was as soft and white as his face and arms.

very nice.

After these words suddenly appeared in He Huai's mind, he suddenly realized that he couldn't help looking at the boy for a long time again.

Gee.

He Huai turned his head a little annoyed, took a brush and dipped it randomly in his palette a few times, the flat brush was covered with a thick layer of dark oil paint.

After a while, he heard the boy let out a long breath and said, "Okay! The painting is finished."

The sound is clear and cheerful, which brightens the mood.

Only then did He Huai turn his head to look, and saw the boy smiling at him with bright eyes, and said, "Come on, classmate Lin, it's your turn to color."

"Just like last time, paint the colors according to the city you want in your mind. It can also be a city under the golden sun in the morning, or it can be shrouded in night at night, and of course it can be a city under heavy rain."

"It's just that it is more difficult to adjust the color of the city. If you encounter a color that cannot be adjusted, you can ask me at any time."

As he spoke, he pushed the easel to the side of He Huai, made a struggling fist gesture, and said, "Come on, Lin, come on!"

And... are you not angry?

Or was he not angry just now, just thinking too much?

He Huai's thoughts were a little messed up for a moment.

But inexplicably, he felt relieved.

He took the easel with a "huh" and looked at the simple black lines to outline a picture with a sense of space and layering. He sincerely praised the boy's sketching skills.

However, his always cold and stern expression did not show his appreciation for the boy.

Still holding the palette and brush indifferently, he began to color the picture.

Because it was the second time, he was already more familiar with the usage of brushes and the method of coloring, so he quickly entered the state of painting.

At this moment, all he could think of was standing in front of the window of his room, looking at the dark city at dusk.

He just wanted to present that picture.

He wrapped the gray oil paint with a brush, dabbed it on the canvas one by one, amplified the color a little bit, and then continued to dilute it for adjustment.As the boy said, the colors of the city are really not easy to reconcile.

He Huai failed to adjust the color he wanted several times, and was very dissatisfied with the coloring.

He reluctantly put down his brush, and when he wanted to ask the "Teacher Su" next to him, he turned around and saw the boy lying on a table... asleep.

The boy's head was resting on one arm, and a few strands of slightly curly hair fell on his forehead, cheeks, and hung on his long, thick eyelashes.

He seemed to be in a deep sleep, his eyes were closed tightly, his cheeks were flushed, his light-colored thin lips were slightly parted, and he was breathing in a deep sleep with an even rhythm.The thin shoulders and shirt stretched tightly on the smooth back, which kept rising and falling with the sound of breathing.

The teacher teaching the students fell asleep.

He Huai couldn't help chuckling as he looked at the boy who was sleeping defenselessly.

He wanted to wake the boy up, but after moving his lips, he finally turned his head and continued to paint on the canvas.

It's just that the colors he called out were too strong, and he wanted to highlight the twilight city, but after drawing it, the whole picture was as dark as the end of the human race, and the picture was filled with a bleak, lonely, and dark atmosphere. .

After a long time, He Huai looked at the oil painting of the dark world he painted, and there was a hint of relaxation in his dark eyes.

It's the same mood as after painting with the boy last time.

He was relaxed, as if the unknown gloomy and dark emotions in his heart had been transferred to the canvas, making his whole being much clearer.

He raised his hand to look at his watch, turned his head to look at the sleeping boy again, and called softly, "Hello."

The sound is low magnetic and full-bodied. In the quiet studio, this short sound is like a high-end sound from a stereo system, and the reverberation surrounds the space.

"Ok?"

The boy snorted dazedly.

Those tightly closed eyes opened slightly, and the unfocused gaze looked around in confusion: Who am I?where am I?what am i doinglook like.

He Huai saw a few red marks on the boy's fair face, and couldn't help asking slowly, "Teacher Su? Are you awake?"

He raised his voice and bit the question word by word, with obvious questioning in his words.

"what!"

Tang Luofan woke up suddenly, and quickly sat up straight.

He scratched the scattered and slightly curly hair with one hand, and asked emphatically, "Hey, why did I fall asleep? How, you finished the painting? Are you in a better mood?"

Are you feeling better?

He Huai suddenly felt that the boy knew that he would feel better after painting.

It felt like his emotions were being controlled by the boy.

However, instead of being vigilant and upset, he narrowed his eyes and asked with great interest: "Teacher Su. I think I paid double the price. Didn't I come to see the teacher sleep?"

"what--"

Tang Luofan clicked his tongue, and explained in a low voice as if he knew he was wrong, "I, I just saw you coloring for so long, so I accidentally fell asleep?"

He also muttered and asked, "Why didn't you wake me up?"

Is it his fault?

He Huai sneered in his heart, looked at the boy and asked again: "So the teacher in this studio still needs the students to provide wake-up service?"

His voice is not loud, and his tone is light.

But it can always give people a sense of condescending oppression that is clearly at the same level as you.

It made Tang Luofan feel like an elementary school student who was caught sleeping in class, facing a serious head teacher.It seemed that the teacher in charge would come over and pull his ears in the next second.

Tang Luofan shrank his shoulders, and softly argued, "I'm just too tired today."

The handsome boy stood in front of him, with his head slightly lowered as if he had done something wrong, and he emphasized softly in his sleepy voice: "I got up at 6 in the morning, and I have been busy until now."

"I just received the message that you want to add an extra class, and I hurried over to give you a class. So, I just fell asleep because I was too tired."

cunning.

He Huai knew it very well.

The boy looked pitiful, but he actually threw the problem to himself with a soft ball.

Because this class was added temporarily by myself.

And the boy fell asleep in class because he worked so hard to teach him.

Faced with such a childlike cunning trick, not only was he not unhappy, but rather pleased.

Especially for such a handsome boy, talking to him in such a soft and coquettish manner gave him a sense of satisfaction that he had never experienced before.

He was in a good mood, but deliberately pushed the question to the boy again, saying: "I didn't force you to come to class. But if you are busy, you can refuse."

The question was thrown back, but Tang Luofan responded quickly.

"How much money did you give?"

The boy continued to pretend to be miserable: "I'm still a student, so I have to earn tuition and living expenses to support myself. The road to painting is very difficult. Before I was famous, I couldn't even earn money for food."

Earn money to support yourself?

He Huai was taken aback for a moment, and looked at the handsome boy in front of him again.

The boy who went to class twice gave him the impression that he was happy, lively, with the unique vigor and fearlessness of this age.Coupled with the boy's thin, tall figure and handsome and clean face, he never thought of the boy as "poor".

He tried to find signs of lying in the boy's expression.

Wearing an ordinary T-shirt, loose pants, and sneakers without a logo, it looks very clean, but it is really not a brand.It's just that the boy's figure and appearance make this set of ordinary clothes look more majestic.

Thinking about the first class again, the boy couldn't help retaining the way he was in class here.

.. probably really to make money.

After all, the price he gave was indeed high.

As He Huai thought about it, his heart softened.It turned out that his presence in this studio was so important to the boy.

He Huaiwei unobtrusively frowned and condensed his brows, turned his back to the boy and said, "Then I hope that the next time Mr. Su is in class, he will stop asking the students to provide wake-up suits."

In the studio, the boy shouted behind him: "Don't worry, Lin, I will definitely not sleep next time in class!"

There is a cheerful clarity in the voice.

He Huai turned and raised his hand to cover the slightly raised lips, and said in a deep voice to the assistant waiting outside, "Let's go."

"Yes."

Yu Hui hurriedly stood up, followed him, looked at his face and asked softly: "What do you think of this class, are you satisfied with Teacher Su's teaching?"

The tall and stern man gave a faint "hmm".

Tang Luofan waited until the two left the studio, then stretched out his scissors hands to Xiao Qiao, grinned with a row of white teeth and said, "It's done!"

Xiao Qiao looked at the boy with a bright smile from a distance, walked over and asked, "Did you sleep just now? Your face turned red."

"Is it obvious?"

Tang Luofan touched his face, and asked: "However, I fooled it. Student Lin didn't care. Student Lin looked cold, but he's actually not bad. I told him that I was a poor student, and he immediately Forgive the teacher for sleeping in class, haha..."

Xiao Qiao looked a little uncomfortable, as if she was thanking her: "Today... please come. Teacher Li said that next time she is free, she will definitely teach you something more."

Tang Luofan didn't care, and asked: "Senior sister is still working on the list? You have to let her rest properly, otherwise, who can endure it."

"Also, the last time you said that her husband used her name for a loan, I asked the lawyer privately. For such a matter, the senior sister does not need to bear the debt alone, and the man is also obliged to repay it. If it is not possible, the senior sister can go to court with her husband. program."

Xiao Qiao snorted coldly: "I can report early. The matter between her and that man is a muddy quagmire and cannot be resolved. She deserves today."

Tang Luofan bit the milk tea straw and asked, "Is it that complicated?"

Xiao Qiao couldn't explain in words: "That man was originally a good-looking starlet that she fostered, eight years younger than her. It was she who used the loan money to coax the starlet to marry her."

"The little star later found out that the 4000 million was borrowed from Mr. Li, so he turned his face and said that the debt had nothing to do with him. He even bit back and said that Mr. Li cheated on the marriage."

"puff!"

Tang Luofan just took a sip of milk tea and almost spit it out: "I'll go, my senior sister... she's so... so..."

"Stupid, isn't it!"

Xiao Qiao sneered: "She didn't want to admit that the water got into her head at the beginning, but now she can't cry. She has to bear all the exhaustion."

Tang Luofan looked up towards the lit second floor.

Li Zixian does have very good qualifications in painting. After all, at the age of 28, she can gain a firm foothold in the highly competitive oil painting art world, which is enough to prove her strength and talent.

But emotional intelligence is really... hard to describe.

Tang Luofan sighed silently.

Because he is not qualified to speak of others.

If it wasn't for his awakening that night, he would be the same as Li Zixian now, being dazzled by a man's face.

-

It was already dark outside.

When He Huai left the studio with his assistant, he saw a few cars parked under the dim street lights outside.

In addition to his particularly eye-catching black luxury car, there is also a very expensive red sports car that is particularly eye-catching in the hazy night.

He didn't think much about it, thinking it was Li Zixian's car.

Just when he was about to get in the car, the red sports car suddenly lit up.

Immediately afterwards, he saw "Teacher Su", a poor student, holding a car key in one hand, running briskly out of the studio, and ran directly to the red sports car, ready to open the door and sit in.

He also cheerfully greeted Lin: "Lin, see you in class next time."

He Huai's dark eyes narrowed in an instant, looking at "Teacher Su" in front of the car who stretched his brows with a smile, and asked in a low voice, "Your car?"

Tang Luofan:? ?

! !

Tang Luofan looked at his car, and then thought about the pitiful words he said in the studio just now, and suddenly wanted to find a crack in the ground in embarrassment.

Although he can pretend to be poor with words, he actually has no concept of money, cars or anything like that.

But now I think about it: How can a poor student who needs to work in a studio be able to afford a sports car? !

Tang Luofan met the gaze of "Classmate Lin", and in the darkness, he saw those dark and well-known eyes with a piercing sharpness and a hint of anger.

Gee.

The lie is about to be exposed.

But Tang Luofan pretended to be calm, and used the night to hide the embarrassment in his eyes, and said, "Ah, yes, my car. Actually... I have a super rich fiancé, and he sponsored me."

He Huai:?

Tang Luofan scratched his hair in embarrassment, and explained, "He's an old man, hehe, he's richer."

He Huai:? ?

The author says:

later

He Huai: My wife says I am an old man QAQ