In the clean and bright luxury villa, it is as bright as day.
Especially in the study room, the chandelier table lamp was shining brightly, making Zhuo Shu's eyes dizzy.
He was wearing a white bathrobe with a little muscular curve at the neckline. His hair was softly draped over his head, and just as he was lying on the table, his head was knocked.
"It's almost two o'clock." Zhuo Shu glanced at the wall clock beside him sadly.
Ying Tongchen sat opposite him, crossed his legs, took off his glasses and wiped them slowly, without raising his head, he said, "Who said you have to do homework all night? You won't sleep until you finish writing?"
Zhuo Shu said ashamedly and angrily, "That's... what your brother said, it's none of my business!"
Ying Tongchen paused and chuckled lightly: "Then brother, just keep on working hard, brother will accompany you."
He put the information on the table, raised his head lazily, and pointed his finger on the table. Just as he was about to say something, he was interrupted by Zhuo Shu, "Don't move, I'll draw you a picture."
"You can still draw?" Ying Tongchen asked curiously.
"That's natural." Zhuo Shu held his pen in the air and roughly measured the position of his three court and five eyes, "It looks strangely good-looking."
"Don't think that the rainbow fart is useful, the homework that should be written should still be written." Ying Tongchen said.
"Don't talk, let me finish the painting first, I have already found the feeling." Zhuo Shu lowered his head and started painting next to the title, looking up from time to time.
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 master of gold. After sending the car and the house, he was locked out 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 he 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 touch 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 I 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."
"The account will arrive every three to five?" Ying Tongchen frowned.
The old man: "Yeah, why don't you ask Xiao Lu, I always feel uneasy, are you just fooling around outside?"
"How could..." Ying Tongchen paused, as if thinking of something, and quickly put on his shoes, "You take a screenshot of the text message and send it to me, I'll come over now."
He opened the door and took two steps out, then suddenly ran back to the study on the second floor, his eyes fell on the exercise set on the table.
On the way back, he glanced at the screenshot, it was a private account, but it was not Lu Zongcai.
He called Zhuo Shu, but there was a busy tone.
The old man was sitting on the sofa waiting for him, and when he heard the doorbell rang, he opened the door and blurted out, "Look at you, come here, why did you bring Ben Wusan here?"
Ying Tongchen glanced at Wusan in his arms and placed it on the cabinet next to him.
"Did you bring it for me to practice?" The old man reached for it.
Ying Tongchen slapped it on the cover: "No, this belongs to someone else."
The old man: "Oh, okay, let's talk about it first."
Ying Tongchen got the card, checked the accounts carefully with the old man, and found that the first large account was on the first day after he and Zhuo Shu met.
"..." Ying Tongchen explained with difficulty, "it seems that a friend of mine made a mistake."
The old man: "I'll just say, this kind of money is very hot in my hands, so hurry up and pay it back."
"Yeah." Ying Tongchen went to the nearest bank to apply for a new card, transferred the money, and then handed the old card to the old man, and told him not to just focus on saving money.
After he returned to the apartment, he put the bank card and Bentley key on the table, and called Mi Shu.
The other party picked it up quickly, but in a slightly hasty tone: "Hello? Mr. Ying, is there something wrong?"
Ying Tongchen asked, "Are you busy today?"
"Well, there's an emergency, and Mr. Zhuo is holding an ad hoc meeting." Mi Shu said, "I'm in the bathroom now. If you want something urgent, you can tell me first, and I'll tell Mr. Zhuo later. "
"It's alright, you guys should be busy first." Ying Tongchen hung up the phone after he finished speaking.
The next day is another working day. In addition to the daily teaching work, I have to start a new job.
At the end of the month, there will be a mid-term exam, and then there will be a parent-teacher meeting for the sports meeting. There are a lot of things to do.
After Ying Tongchen announced the two news in the class, some of the students were happy and some were sad. They were happy that they would not have to attend the sports meeting, and they were worried that there would be a terrible parent-teacher meeting after the mid-term exam!
Zhuo Zi was lying on the table and began to feel sad.
When the tablemate asked her what was wrong, she replied sadly: "What will the parents do? My mother definitely wants to go to the game, and my father's whereabouts are erratic."
The same table asked: "Don't you still have a brother? Let him come, I can see your brother's back photo on the post bar, Jushuai, bring it here and let me see the front! If it doesn't work, I will be you. Sister-in-law!"
"You? Sister-in-law?" Zhuo Zi laughed, "No, I have a favorite sister-in-law."
Deskmate: "Isn't it? Who? Do I know?"
Zhuo Zi smiled mysteriously, turned his eyes to the person who was writing on the blackboard, and sighed, "Tsk, teacher's font is so beautiful, hurry up and learn it."
Ying Tongchen was busy with school work during the day and had to translate some manuscripts at night, so when he got busy he forgot about other things.
Until Zhuoshu's call came.
He glanced at the time, it was half past ten on Wednesday night.
Zhuo Shu: "Villa, can you come?"
Ying Tongchen: "No, I'm busy."
Zhuoshu: "..."
Thursday morning at half past six.
Zhuo Shu: "Villa, can you come at night?"
Ying Tongchen: "If you don't go, you'll be early."
Zhuoshu: "........."
Friday at 12:30 noon.
Zhuoshu: "Villa..."
Ying Tongchen: "Don't go."
"You're bold, aren't you!" Zhuo Shu raised his voice.
Ying Tongchen sat in the cafeteria to eat, indifferent: "If you have nothing to do, just hang up."
"Wait." Zhuo Shu's tone dropped again, "Aren't you still angry?"
"What can I be angry about?" Ying Tongchen laughed, "What can I be angry about?"
What's so good about you dog man to be angry with you.
Zhuo Shu asked, "Didn't I paint you a new painting? Didn't you see it?"
Ying Tongchen: "I see, it's ugly."
Zhuo Shu stopped talking, expressing his grievance. After a while, he said firmly: "You must come over tonight."
"Row."
"Really?" Zhuo Shu was overjoyed.
"Um."
After school, Ying Tongchen wanted to rush home immediately, but was stopped by several teachers and stayed to discuss the sports meeting.
In addition to the competitions of the students, the teachers also have a small number of events to participate in the games, which are divided into three grade groups.
Zheng Zhinan pulled him to sign up for the men's long-distance running and 4X100 mixed relay.
After confirming these things, he glanced at the time, and then hurried home with the textbooks that he needed to prepare for the lessons. As soon as I walked downstairs, I remembered that I had the bank card and car keys with me, and immediately went to the parking lot to drive the Bentley out.
Hurrying to the villa, he pulled out the key, picked up the textbook thrown on the co-pilot and tucked it in his arms.
After closing the door, I took one last look at the car.
The doorbell rang a few times before footsteps could be heard inside.
It's a familiar scene again, just a different scene.
"coming."
Zhuo Shu opened the door and saw the textbook in his arms at a glance, with a cracked expression, "Isn't it? It's a teacher tonight???"
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