Quick Travel: The fishing beauty refuses cannon fodder

Since Fu Zhijing gave the order, the Fu family and his son must be invited out no matter what. After shouting in vain for a few times, the two were reluctantly invited out of Fu's house.

"Good boy, that guy named Fu is harassing you, why didn't you tell me?" Fu Zhijing took a piece of fish, picked out the fish bones, and put it into Shi Rong's bowl, with a deep look in his eyes: "Recently, are there many people? Are you harassing me?"

Is it his imagination? Shi Rong stared at the bowls piled up like a hill, hesitating. Why did he seem to hear a hint of jealousy in Fu Zhijing's words?

"Brother Fu, Shi Rong is an adult now, so don't worry about him." Ji Yuling said sincerely.

He didn't understand. Shi Rong was not a three-year-old child. Why did Brother Fu have to take care of everything? It’s the same as raising a son. No, raising a son isn’t so doting, right?

Shi Rong put down his chopsticks and raised his eyes to look at Ji Yuling coldly.

Ji Yuling didn't take it seriously, then he chuckled and said, "I know several beautiful ladies, otherwise..."

"Invite him out too." Fu Zhijing interrupted him coldly and motioned to the servant beside him.

???

Seeing the servant walking towards him, Ji Yuling panicked. He was Brother Fu's relative! How come I got the same treatment as the two people just now?

"No, what's wrong with me? And I haven't finished eating yet..."

Ji Yuling always speaks so freely, but he still doesn't have a long memory. Fu Zhijing coaxed Shi Rong: "Good boy, keep eating, don't be like him."

Then, he turned to Ji Yuling and said: "You talk so much, you must be full. What's the matter, you still can't get up. Do you really want someone to give you a gift?"

Ji Yuling stood up, wondering how things could suddenly develop like this. He was just watching the good show between father and son, but suddenly the situation suddenly changed and it was his turn: "No, I..."

"If you say one more thing, your pocket money will be deducted for another month."

Ji Yuling shut his mouth tightly and followed the servant aggrievedly, not daring to say a word.

Fu Zhijing thought of something, "By the way..."

Ji Yuling's eyes lit up, he stopped, turned his head and looked at Fu Zhijing expectantly. He knew that Brother Fu still loved him! He understands everything!

Facing Ji Yuling's clear and stupid eyes, Fu Zhijing's heart was as hard as iron: "If one day I hear that you are using my name to help me pull red strings..."

His smile was slightly cold: "You should be prepared to eat chaff in your life."

!!!

"How can, how can't..." Ji Yuling was so frightened that the hair all over his body stood on end. He smiled awkwardly, "I'm not that kind of person..."

It's over.

How many young ladies has he promised?

……Can not remember.

Ji Yuling wailed in his heart, God is going to kill me!

In order not to eat rice bran in the future, Ji Yuling smiled dryly and waved his hand, "Hehehe, Brother Fu, I'm just going home after I'm full. No need to say goodbye!" After saying this in one breath, he made a sound and ran quickly.

Ahhhhh, he has to solve the matter before it reaches Brother Fu's ears!

Shi Rong was still thinking about Fu Zhijing's tone and eyes when he just spoke. With a slight tremor in his heart, he lowered his eyes and said tentatively, "Many people have confessed to me."

With his fingers tightened, Fu Zhijing pretended to be calm and asked: "Well, dear, is there anyone you like?"

The man's tone was no different from usual. Shi Rong couldn't tell what he was thinking, so he whispered: "No."

Fu Zhijing breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little disappointed. He wanted to hear this answer, but he didn't want it either. Perhaps, what he really wanted to hear was for the young man to say that the person he liked was him...

Shi Rong took a few more bites and then put down his chopsticks. He always felt that his seductions these days were effective, and wanted to test Fu Zhijing again, "Fu Zhijing, can I invite my classmates to my home?"

Fu Zhijing's heart lifted again. In all these years, Shi Rong has never invited outsiders to his home. Why did he suddenly say this today?

No matter how anxious his heart was, Fu Zhijing's tone was still calm and calm: "I invite my classmates to come home. What's the matter?"

"Well." Shi Rong said, "The teacher assigned an assignment. The theme is 'Male Beauty', so I need a model."

"Can't I do it?" He had always been the first person Shi Rong thought of when something happened. But this time, why didn't Shi Rong ask his opinion?

Fu Zhijing was a little flustered, as if he was about to lose the treasure he had treasured for a long time. He hurriedly asked: "My dear, why don't you let me be your model?"

Fu Zhijing's reaction made Shi Rong's heart beat fast. He lowered his head and raised his lips slightly, "Because to be my model, you have to take off your shirt..."

You actually have to take off your shirt? He couldn't let Shi Rong look at other men's upper bodies! Fu Zhijing frowned and said firmly: "I will be your model. Be good, I don't mind..."

Shi Rong smiled and said, "Okay."

……

in the studio.

Fu Zhijing was sitting on the sofa, wearing only black trousers and his upper body was naked.

His muscle lines are not overly exaggerated, but they are not thin either. His shoulders are wide and his hands are long, and he looks lean and powerful. The smooth mermaid line sinks into the waist of the pants, full of the charm of male hormones.

Behind the easel, Shi Rong was mixing paints and taking a few glances quietly. He didn't expect Fu Zhijing to take off his suit and be so...

Her face felt a little hot, and Shi Rong pursed her lips, feeling a little regretful.

He just thought of something casually to test Fu Zhijing, but he didn't expect to be in a dilemma now. After all, he just took a look, and the heat on his face couldn't go away, let alone painting a painting, which would take a long time...

Fu Zhijing quietly tensed his muscles, like a peacock spreading its tail, but his tone was serious and solemn: "My dear, is this posture okay?"

"Well." Shi Rong's eyes moved to the side a little, and his voice was a little uncomfortable: "Fu Zhijing, please stop moving... This posture is fine."

Fu Zhijing was keenly aware of Shi Rong's emotions, and his eyes lit up slightly. Guaguai, are you... shy?

His heart was filled with emotions, and he couldn't help but smile an extremely gentle smile. His throat vibrated, and his voice was full of magnetism: "Just be good."

Shi Rong glanced at Fu Zhijing briefly, and then started sketching on the canvas based on his memory. After the image in his mind became blurry, he raised his eyes and looked over again...

But he met Fu Zhijing's deep eyes.

The man's eyes were too hot and kept falling on him. Shi Rong clenched the brush tightly and said softly: "Fu Zhijing, you... you can move."

"Yes." Fu Zhijing changed his position, but his eyes were still locked on Shi Rong, "Is this position okay?"

"……Can."

In the studio, a beautiful young man holds a paintbrush and the tips of his ears are reddish. Opposite him, the man had a smile on his lips, a small figure reflected in his black eyes, and his expression was focused...

The atmosphere is just right.