More abstract: Yan Zhen finally recognized himself!
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This question has always lingered in Yan Zhen's mind.
I take it out from time to time and think about it: I have such a good body and look like a professional model... But don't the Academy of Fine Arts tend to have models who are close to ordinary people and whose body is not standard and perfect? So this is a private request? Models like this are expensive, right? Oh, but Su Jinxin's pocket money should be more than enough to pay an ordinary model. But why is he always looking for this model? is not it…
If he insisted on asking, Su Jin couldn't resist, and would eventually answer.
- After all, Su Jinxin can't keep secrets from him in principle.
When Yan Zhen wasn't so concerned, he asked casually. If Su Jinxin didn't answer right away, he would be a little unhappy. But then I gradually discovered that Su Jinxin was far less indifferent than she seemed, so she couldn't bear it anymore. Guess if you can, but don't force it if you can't guess.
But although he knew rationally that he should reserve space for Su Jinxin, this person who was stuck on a wall...
… There is no way to not mind so easily.
Even more so than that Su Jinxin's little boyfriend:
After all, the little boyfriend is far away in a foreign country, and he sees him twice a year at most. But this model is different. Looking at the date in the lower right corner of the painting when Su Jinxin signed the signature, the model and Su Jinxin met at least once a week.
Moreover, Su Jinxin had never mentioned such a person to him.
The two have been together for more than three years, and they can't say they are unhappy with each other. In any case, they have to be affectionate - Yan Zhen can also feel that in the past two years, Su Jinxin has become more and more trusting in him, and has become more and more dependent on him. He also subconsciously asks him for advice on things that cannot be decided: things about study, things in life, future job choices... Even about boyfriends, sometimes they get excited, and they will talk a little bit.
But such a person who meets frequently and often "sees each other frankly" has been drawn no less than ten pictures by Su Jinxin, and the people who fill the walls of the dormitory have never been mentioned once.
There is absolutely a problem.
Yan Zhen thought about it for a few days, and couldn't let go of the time outside of work.
Su Jinxin thought he was too busy, so he suggested that he still live in the apartment next to the company: "It's too far, you get up so early every day and come back so late, you can't rest well."
When he said this, Su Jinxin was putting his head on his thigh and gently massaging his head - Yan Zhen used to like to go out for massage and health care, and Su Jinxin took the test for him. Chinese massage therapist.
Yan Zhen said casually: "It's okay, now this merger is over soon, and after this period of time, there will be a vacation."
Su Jinxin had more to say, Yan Zhen stood up and swallowed his words into his own mouth: "The time you spend with me is counted as money, if you don't come back at home for nothing, am I at a loss? already."
- Of course this is a joke. Yan Zhen runs twice a day like this, mainly because he can't let go of him in his heart. If he can stay together for an extra moment, he is also afraid that he will sleep alone at night and have nightmares again.
Su Jinxin was serious, but his face turned red: "I, my... Those who don't receive money these days, I am injured and you take me in, how can I... "
"Just kidding." Yan Zhen patted him on the back reassuringly, "Don't take it seriously. I just don't worry about you. This house is too big. You live alone and I'm worried that you're afraid."
Su Jinxin's face turned even redder. He lowered his eyes and said "Oh" softly.
Heartbroken and cute.
Yan Zhen couldn't help teasing him again: "However, how did Xiaocai Fan Jing change?"
"Then I too..." Su Jinxin raised his eyes and glanced at Yan Zhen, then lowered his eyes immediately, "I'm not that crazy about money..."
"No?"
"No."
"Then why..." Yan Zhen slowly approached him and caged him under him, "You won't tease me if you don't charge me? - I'm still thinking, how can I be so peaceful these days, even when I sleep, holding hands , stop rubbing on my leg..."
- I don't know whether it should be regarded as the dedication of "the service is in place when the money is received", or the sobriety of "the money and the goods do not owe each other", in short, Su Jinxin should have a very shrewd little abacus. As long as Yan Zhen doesn't do enough and is not ruthless, there must be various methods to help Yan Zhen find it. He has been by Yan Zhen's side for more than three years, and he has long been aware of Yan Zhen's preferences. Yan Zhen thinks he is quite well-bred and has few desires, but he is often unable to control himself, stepping out of control. The sideline, do some looking back to self-reflection, not thoughtful enough beast behavior.
Su Jinxin is too cute lately. Not "bad" anymore. Although I know it's healing. Yan Zhen was still a little itchy.
This is just casual talk.
However, Su Jinxin's eyes turned red, "You said it was inappropriate... I, I..." She was speechless and reached out to Jie Yan Zhen's belt in a panic.
Yan Zhen didn't expect him to be so serious, and was frightened, so he quickly grabbed his hand, kissed him carefully and patted his back: "I'm just kidding, why take everything seriously, how many years have we been? I care about this with you?—Am I that kind of person?"
Su Jinxin looked at him blankly, the corners of her eyes and the tip of her nose were red: "Aren't you really angry?"
Yan Zhen deeply regretted that he had made a mess of words, and felt extremely distressed: "Except for the one time I didn't eat well, which time have I ever been angry with you. I'm afraid you'll be bored at home and play with you. Really."
Su Jinxin was still not at ease, and hurriedly said: "I can actually do it, but I can't kneel yet, and some postures can't come. If you..."
"Don't think blindly." Yan Zhen quickly kissed his words comfortingly, "It would be best to get well soon."
"...Well." Su Jinxin finally calmed down and hugged Yan Zhen's neck, "Mr. Yan, I..."
"Um?"
"No, nothing."
Half of the words were swallowed back again. The slender arm that was hugging Yan Zhen tightened a little bit.
Yan Zhen couldn't convince himself not to be jealous, so he finally took pictures of those sketches and told people to investigate.
But until the merger was successfully concluded a week later, no reason was found.
When he is free from official business, he has more time to think about things. Yan Zhen can't do anything at his desk all day, so he is restless at the few remakes on the computer, like a nail in his butt.
His general assistant couldn't stand it any longer, saying "please don't reduce our work efficiency", with a cold eye knife, and scolded him at home - Yan Zhen checked Su Jinxin's schedule and knew that his little boyfriend would come again I will be back in two or three days, and my heart is burning with panic.
It was only two or three o'clock in the afternoon when we got back to the villa.
Yan Zhen hurriedly dropped his things and asked the housekeeper Su Jinxin about it. When he learned that he was in the studio, he rushed over without touching his feet.
As soon as he opened the door, he found that Su Jinxin was sleeping sweetly on the back of the beauty - half a pencil was still in his hand, and the sketchbook was spread out and fell to the ground. Yan Zhen couldn't bear to quarrel with him. Taking off his slippers, he walked over on tiptoe. At a glance, I saw the familiar human body in the sketchbook. Yan Zhen frowned. After hesitating for a moment, he picked it up and turned two pages, and now he saw a profiled face.
very familiar.
as if…
Yan Zhen groaned in his heart.
Tightly turned two pages, and saw several different angles one after another, as well as various postures and expressions. It looks like...
Yan Zhen raised his hand and touched his face.
… but a little… too handsome and charming, Yan Zhen hardly dared to recognize it.
After hesitating, he turned two pages and saw a very special angle: the person in the picture is propped up directly above the observer, with beads of sweat hanging from the ends of his hair, slightly frowning, mixed with sexual desire, desire for control and possession. The expression of desire, the sexiness is explosive, and the panting in the climax can be heard through the screen...
okay.
Yan Zhen closed the sketchbook. A heartbeat calmed down.
- No wonder it can't be found.
No matter how slow he was, he should now know who made him jealous.