Ying Tongchen stared at him in a daze, thinking about his future plans, when he heard Zhuo Shu say that the painting was done.

"So fast? It's only a few minutes?" Ying Tongchen asked in disbelief.

"What's so hard about this? I went to study for a while when I was in school. The important thing is not the appearance, but the resemblance." Zhuo Shu proudly raised the five-three in his hand, looked at the person in the painting, compared to the one opposite him. The man, boasting to himself, "The painting is really lifelike, do you want to see it?"

Ying Tongchen took it over and saw that a rectangular frame was drawn in the blank space in the corner, and there was a small square frame in the upper right corner of the frame. In the box, there is a small human head with simple strokes, a round face, a round nose and a round mouth, and a pair of round glasses.

Maybe because he was worried that he wouldn't recognize it, there was a small "should" written on his forehead.

Ying Tongchen: "..."

"How is it? Is it very similar?" Zhuo Shu rubbed his chin and looked at him. "You acted very well today. You really look like my head teacher back then, standing at the back door of the classroom and peeking at it from time to time."

Ying Tongchen picked up the book and smashed him on the head.

Zhuo Shu held his head and was knocked several times, while smiling happily: "Okay, I was wrong, I won't make fun of you. Let's go to bed, shall we?"

Ying Tongchen dropped the documents, turned around and left.

Zhuo Shu hurriedly chased after him and grabbed his arm before he entered the door: "Are you really angry?"

Ying Tongchen looked sideways and suddenly asked, "If we are not in a foster relationship, or in other words, if the relationship expires, what are your plans?"

Zhuo Shu was stunned by the question: "Why did you talk about this all of a sudden? How long have we been here? It's only been more than two months, and you want to terminate the relationship with me?"

"Can't you?" Ying Tongchen asked.

"No." Zhuo Shu blurted out.

The two were silent for a moment, and Zhuo Shu suddenly turned back and sat in front of the desk, his chest heaving violently, staring deadly at the little man beside the exercise.

"Forget it, go to sleep." Ying Tongchen whispered.

Zhuo Shu: "Go to sleep by yourself."

Ying Tongchen really went to sleep by himself, closing the door hard by the way.

Zhuo Shu's body trembled, and he looked back at the closed door. He wanted to go back, but he didn't dare.

How miserable he is. He is a dignified gold owner. After delivering the car and the house, he was locked out of the door by his little lover, and he didn't give him any caring and loving eyes.

Angry.

He picked up the pen angrily, stared at the little man on the painting, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

The next morning, Ying Tongchen opened his eyes, looked at the sun outside, and found that he forgot to close the curtains, and the whole room was bright.

He sat on the big bed, watching everything in the room slowly and earnestly.

The floors are shiny like new, the walls are clean and fresh, and there are very few other things except the necessary furniture, but it may not affect its spaciousness and gorgeousness.

There is also a view of the outside. In the distance of the green space is an artificial lake, which connects the hills on the opposite side.

This price is not cheap.

But now, he stayed here for one night because of an oolong.

He rubbed his eyebrows irritably, not knowing why he was angry.

Is it because Zhuo Shu admitted the wrong person?

Or is it because Zhuo Shu treats himself as a plaything?

Even... After Zhuo Shu is tired of playing, he will find someone else immediately. Can this seat be changed at will?

Ying Tongchen shook his head, suddenly feeling that something was wrong.

In his consciousness, the two were just friends, so why would he care who Zhuoshu would look for in the future?

Even if the relationship is dissolved, he may find a new Huobao friend himself, so why is he so angry?

Thinking of this, Ying Tongchen was relieved.

That's right, he will fire this man after he gets tired of playing Zhuo Shu for a while.

If you don't treat me as a human, I can only treat you as a dog 🙂

After making up his mind, he got up and went to wash in the main guard. After getting dressed, he opened the door, but found that there was no movement outside.

"Zhuoshu?" he called out, but no one answered.

He looked around in the huge villa, ran all over the rooms, even turned under the bed, but saw no one.

Finally, he came to the study, still no one, but a thin blanket on the chair.

It seems that he fell asleep here last night.

He walked to the table and saw Wu San on the first page, with a new head drawn in a large blank space.

It's not the sand sculpture villain from last night, but a well-defined painting. This time, the shape is similar, and it is very similar to me.

Ying Tongchen picked it up, touched the person in the painting, and then touched his face, and suddenly found that the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and immediately smoothed it out.

There is still a note beside Wusan——

"The company is in a hurry, the key is on the table, remember to bring it. Also, don't get angry! It's a big deal, isn't it just a painting, cheapskate."

"Who wants your key." Ying Tongchen put the book and note back, went downstairs to leave, and the phone rang.

He glanced at the caller, an old man who had not been in contact for a long time.

Since the last time he experienced such an embarrassing thing in front of the old man, he has been reluctant to take the initiative to contact him.

I don't know why called him this time.

"Good morning." He answered the phone.

"What are you busy with these days? There is no news at all." the old man asked.

"I'm busy with work." Ying Tongchen rubbed his neck with a guilty conscience, "I've been very busy with work recently, so I'll definitely go back another day."

"I didn't mean to urge you, it's normal for you young people to have their own affairs." The old man said, "I'm calling you mainly to ask you if your studio's business has been particularly good recently?"

Ying Tongchen: "Recently, the business of small languages ​​has been expanded, what's wrong?"

"It's just that there is always money coming in from the card recently, and it just came to a large amount." The old man pondered, "Although you are taking dividends, you don't send them out so often, right? And the amount each time But there are quite a few."