Shelf life love

Qi Lin waited for a long time, but there was no reply. He didn't know if Ye Zhuohan was still working, didn't see it, or had already seen it, but pretended to be dead.

After all, judging from previous experience, Ye Zhuohan is a little expert at pretending to be dead.

Qi Lin's heart was itching, so he decided to go upstairs to see what Ye Zhuohan was doing.

The iced jujube and rose tea had already been drunk, so he had no choice but to make a pot now, and quietly pushed open the door of the study room in the main building.

Ye Zhuohan was very vigilant, and felt movement almost instantly.

But it was already too late, Qi Lin's eyes were sharp, and he saw the paper on the table that was different from the work document.

Ye Zhuohan pressed the paper under a black folder.

"What are you drawing?" Qi Lin slipped in.

Ye Zhuohan's cheeks twitched, his expression was a little uncomfortable, obviously he had seen the private message from "Runaway Xiaoqi".

"Brother." Qi Lin put down the teapot, reached out to turn Ye Zhuohan's armchair, "Not only did you call the wild man outside, brother, but also ignored me when I found out?"

"Wild man?" Ye Zhuohan was confused, "Isn't that..."

"It's me." Qi Lin squatted down in front of the armchair, raised his face, looked at Ye Zhuohan playfully, and said with a smile, "Can't I be a wild man?"

Ye Zhuohan's eyes softened all of a sudden, even the embarrassment just now subsided, he stared at him for a moment, and asked, "How did you find out?"

"When you won the lottery." Qi Lin said, "I lied to you that I didn't peek at your phone, but in fact I did."

The corners of Ye Zhuohan's lips twitched slightly, "So early?"

Qi Lin deliberately covered his eyebrows with his hands.

Ye Zhuohan grabbed his wrist and broke it easily, "Liar."

"You lied first." Qi Lin blamed with a smile: "In order to lie to me, you even changed your gender to a girl."

"not on purpose."

"what is that?"

"When applying for an account, the system will automatically select it."

"real."

"Do you see my letter?"

Ye Zhuohan pulled the man up and put him on his lap.Qi Lin propped up his right hand and sat on the wide table.

Ye Zhuohan: "Huh?"

"I don't dare to squeeze on you when you're working." The desk faces the floor-to-ceiling windows, so Qi Lin's back is facing the setting sun, as if he was surrounded by a circle of gold, "I was bumped into by Mr. Ye last time, It scared me so much."

Ye Zhuohan held his calf, "You were pregnant then?"

Qi Lin: "Hahahaha!"

"So you know." Ye Zhuohan leaned back in the chair, frowned slightly, then suddenly covered his face with one hand, "Embarrassing."

Qi Lin was about to say a few words of relief, when he suddenly saw the corners of Ye Zhuohan's lips slightly curled up.

Well, this fairy brother is actually acting!

"Stop pretending, I saw you laughing." Qi Lin hooked Ye Zhuohan with his toes, his voice was laziness, "Brother."

Ye Zhuohan immediately pinched his feet, and said in a warm voice, "Why didn't you say it then?"

Qi Lin thought back.Why didn't you say it then?It's not for your consideration, isn't it embarrassing to say it suddenly?

This is a good time, the villain is the first to file a complaint!

"I'll blow rainbow farts to you every day and call you brother." Ye Zhuohan put on the cold air of the president, but his tone was very funny, "Are you laughing happily after reading those comments?"

Qi Lin lost his temper, and deliberately said, "I'm so happy!"

Ye Zhuohan drew the armchair closer, his black eyes melted into the golden light of the setting sun, "That's good."

Qi Lin was startled, but was suddenly touched.

It turned out that his happiness could even resolve the inevitable embarrassment.

Looking at Ye Zhuohan for a moment, his chest was numb, full of unspeakable gratitude.

His fairy brother really thinks of him everywhere and has paid too much for him.

"Brother." He called softly.

"I don't hurt."

Ye Zhuohan's eyes suddenly became dark.

Qi Linchang took a deep breath, "I'm not afraid to think of the pain during the treatment, and I'm not afraid to think of what my parents did to me. The only thing I'm afraid of is..."

He stopped, traced Ye Zhuohan's outline with warm eyes, then stretched out his hands, held Ye Zhuohan's face, and said slowly: "The only thing I am afraid of is forgetting you."

Ye Zhuohan's eyelashes trembled slightly.

"You want to return the past to me in the form of the future, and I have already received it." Qi Lin's pupils gradually became moist, like a tide, "But I am very greedy, I want you to return the future to me, and I also want to get back The past we experienced together. I want everything about you."

Ye Zhuohan rolled his Adam's apple, and muttered: "Qi Lin."

Qi Lin covered his eyelids, his palms were wet, "I seem to have had two relationships, first love and marriage, both with you."

Ye Zhuohan lowered his eyes, took Qi Lin's hand, bowed his head and kissed.

"So you may really be a god." Surging emotions erupted from his chest and rushed to his throat, Qi Lin's voice seemed hoarse and choked, "Brother, I'm so lucky to be liked by you."

"Lucky is me." Ye Zhuohan stared at him like a star that could be plucked, and after a while, repeated: "Lucky is me."

Qi Lin leaned over and touched Ye Zhuohan's forehead.

This intimate gesture naturally evolved into a kiss.

Qi Lin was pinned on the desk, and someone dropped the black folder.

The paper under the folder also fell lightly to the ground.

"Something is missing." Qi Lin said tremblingly.

At this time, Ye Zhuohan was kissing his Adam's apple, lifting the vest under his knitted sweater, and he was holding Ye Zhuohan's hair.

Neither of them went to pick up the folders and papers.

Until the night fell completely, turning the clear floor-to-ceiling windows in front of the desk into black crystals.

One advantage of calf-length knits is that when the wearer is lying on the table, it becomes a bed sheet, keeping important documents on the table from getting dirty.

Qi Lin was still panting when he got up, and saw Ye Zhuohan bent down, picking up things on the ground.

This time, he finally saw clearly that there was an unfinished little beautiful dragon on the paper.

Qi Lin frightened: "Brother, you actually painted yourself?"

Just after finishing the work, Ye Zhuohan's face was still blushing.

Qi Lin intentionally interpreted it as blushing, and suddenly his back was no longer sore, and his legs became stronger. He jumped over barefoot and tried to grab him, "Let me see!"

Ye Zhuohan held up the painting and looked at Qi Lin with a complicated expression.

"What? Don't show it?" Qi Lin felt that it was possible for him to get a "unicorn loincloth" and ride on Ye Zhuohan's waist to grab the painting.

Ye Zhuohan compromised, but emphasized: "Don't laugh."

Before seeing Xiao Meilong clearly, Qi Lin didn't think it was ridiculous.

After seeing clearly...

Qi Lin: "Hahahahahaha what are you drawing!"

Ye Zhuohan looked at him coolly, "Didn't you say it's okay to laugh?"

"I don't want to either!" Qi Lin burst into tears with a smile, "But what kind of little beautiful dragon are you drawing? It's obviously a clown dragon!"

Ye Zhuohan: "..."

Qi Lin laughed enough, picked up the painting again, and tasted it repeatedly, "Brother."

"Is this really what you drew?"

"Otherwise, who drew it?"

"Tsk, but it's not right, your level was at least one level higher than mine before, what's wrong now..."

Qi Lin didn't have the nerve to say, why did he regress like this now?

"I haven't drawn for many years." Ye Zhuohan raised his chin with restraint and grace.

Qi Lin immediately thought of the picture in the book of cold jokes.

After painting that "sketch from life", Ye Zhuohan never picked up a paintbrush again.

Qi Lin's heart suddenly ached.

"I wanted to draw an emoji to reply you." Ye Zhuohan said, "You came here before you finished drawing."

Qi Lin: "Blame me?"

Ye Zhuohan: "It's your fault."

"Then what emoji do you want to draw?" Qi Lin took the pen and planned to modify it for the clown dragon, "I'll help you draw it."

Ye Zhuohan still had that extremely reserved look, "Xiao Meilong doesn't understand."

Qi Lin smiled and said, "Isn't it just Xiao Meilong who is confused? I have painted it before."

Ye Zhuohan insisted: "It's not that I'm confused, it's that I don't understand."

"Is there a difference between being ignorant and not understanding?"

"To be ignorant is to be stupid, to not understand is to be innocent."

Qi Lin: "..."

Can really have you!

A quarter of an hour later, a drawing of a clown dragon was completed.Qi Lin didn't repaint, but made some modifications on Ye Zhuohan's painting.

Ye Zhuohan was dissatisfied, "It's kind of ugly."

Qi Lin laughed angrily, "It's because you haven't laid a good foundation, I've tried my best!"

Ye Zhuohan reluctantly imported the drawing into his mobile phone, wanting to make it into an emoticon package, but there is no drawing software in the mobile phone.

"I'll do it." Qi Lin said while finishing the emoji.

He originally wanted to send it directly to Ye Zhuohan, but his brain short-circuited for a while, and the private message was sent as a Weibo with pictures. When he realized it, the Weibo had been sent successfully.

@走出小琪: The clown dragon can’t understand.jpg

Qi Lin: "Damn it!"

Ye Zhuohan: "...Why the Clown Dragon?"

"I posted the wrong Weibo!" And you are still struggling with the little beautiful dragon and the clown dragon?

Ye Zhuohan saved the picture, still frowning, "Am I ugly?"

Qi Lin: "..."

How do you have the face to ask such a question?

Qi Lin was anxious about posting the wrong Weibo, hesitating whether to delete it immediately, but Ye Zhuohan's devilish voice pierced his ears.

"Am I ugly?"

"You are the most beautiful!" Qi Lin said angrily.

Ye Zhuohan said coldly "Yes".

It was the busiest time on Weibo at night, and as soon as Clown Dragon posted it, it received a lot of retweets and likes.

"What did I see? Clown dragon? Is it the CP of our little beautiful dragon?"

"Xiao Meilong's CP is Kirin, it's stamped by the state!"

"Why did we send out the clown dragon in Linlin? I didn't understand it, isn't it always a little beautiful dragon?"

"Aren't you stupid? It seems that Linlin deliberately drew the president to anger the president!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Young people need passion, beating is kissing, scolding is love, XX is for the next generation!"

"I can see it too! This is public flirting! You taste the three words Clown Dragon, you taste it carefully! Is it the same as the little idiot, so intimate that it oozes pus!"

"...You mean to say oozing honey? No need for oozing pus duck!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. First!"

Qi Lin watched helplessly as Ye Lingzheng was late, but not absent, and quickly rushed to the top of the hot comment list.

@陶羊坐在motorcycle: Tsk tsk tsk, isn’t this painting painted by Linlin?I think it was painted by the president's brother, and Linlin's brother helped him modify it.

Qi Lin: "..."

Brother Mo Ruo?

The enthusiasm of the CP fans was immediately ignited, and Qi Lin could feel their happiness through the screen.

So... I am also a little happy.

"The president is too cute! I used to be a fan of Linlin, but now I am a fan of the president! Does the president know how to draw? Although he is ugly, he is so cute! Linlin changed it for him, changed it I even posted it on Weibo, secretly poking at it to show off my love! Anyone who has been in love knows it, I really can't hold it back, so I can show it like this! What kind of goddamn love is this!"

"The single dog was hit by a hundred thousand volts. But the single dog still wants to smoke. The single dog has nothing to fear!"

"To tell you the truth, Linlin hasn't posted anything about the president for a long time, right? The recent ones are all job announcements. Linlin needs to combine work and rest!"

"The new summer series of Stars is on the market, I'm busy."

"Hey, speaking of this, this CP fan is a little sad! The last time 'Leaving' and 'Backtracking' collaborated, the venue for 'Backtracking' was too shabby. I thought that this time the Starry Series was released, Le Ting would organize a show for Linlin. What a grand press conference! In the end, Linlin just did business online."

"This is going to hit the president!"

"Knock the President +10086"

"What are you doing! The Fanxing series was released together with other blind box series of Le Ting, so it can't be special, right?"

"Then weakly ask, can we look forward to the next time?"

"Will the next time be when the Little Beautiful Dragon series is launched? Suddenly my blood boils! Mr. President, if you don't set up a luxurious venue for Linlin, you will really become a clown dragon!"

@白羊坐在motorcycle: Let me come to Kangkang, the clown dragon brother!

Ye Zhuohan was also reading the comments, "Can you block Ye Lingzheng?"

The corners of Qi Lin's lips twitched, "It's not good..."

Ye Zhuohan: "Hmph."

It's a done deal, the emoji package sent out can't be deleted, and there is still some time before the launch of the Little Merlin series, Qi Lin is too lazy to think about how to promote it - he hasn't even finalized the hidden model yet.

Ye Zhuohan's current poor painting skills reminded him of that "sketch", in which the person in the painting was [-]% similar to him, and the [-]% dissimilarity was a trace of time.

This painting is full of regrets. He promised Ye Zhuohan on his 17th birthday that he would give Ye Zhuohan a special coming-of-age gift one year later.

But he couldn't.

The drawing paper has turned yellow, but fortunately he came back and knew everything.

"Brother." He said suddenly, "Actually, I brought something with me when I came to the capital this time."

Ye Zhuohan was still scrolling through the comments, and raised his eyes when he heard the sound, "Huh?"

"Wait for me." Qi Lin left the study, returned to the bedroom, and took out the bottom painting from the suitcase.

He squatted on the ground, looked at it for a long time, and then walked towards the study.

The moment Ye Zhuohan saw the painting, a look of surprise flashed across Ye Zhuohan's eyes, "You..."

"I don't know why I bring it, but I just want to do it." Qi Lin said: "Now, I suddenly understand the meaning of bringing it."

Ye Zhuohan pursed the corners of his lips.

"Brother, you're not sketching at all, because you don't have a model." Qi Lin said as he grabbed the hem of the vest with both hands, lifted it up, took it off, and then his pants.

Ye Zhuohan's eyes were burning hot, like a fire.

Qi Lin took off the last piece of fabric, "Your model is here."

The author says:

Xiao Meilong is in a hurry, what should I do if I draw a stinky unicorn?