Little Bastard X Kidnapper

While Xiang Rong was washing the dishes, Xiang Rong paced aside, walked up and down several times before asking, "Can I go?"

"I can't." Xiang Rong put the leftovers into a lunch box, preparing for tomorrow's lunch.Of course, this is lunch for two.

Fang Yue pouted: "Then what am I doing?"

"What do you want to do?" Xiang Rong put the empty plates into the sink one by one, and turned on the faucet.

"I want to go home!"

"Say it, no way." Xiang Rong squeezed the dish soap onto the dishcloth.

"Ahhh~~ You are imprisoned! So boring~~~" Fang Yue leaned against the wall, looking hopeless, "I have to go home to take a shower, cleanse and apply a mask!"

"Cleansing and moisturizing mask?"

"Yeah, what's the matter? No way?" Fang Yue stood up straight and asked aggressively.He is actually a little guilty, because he has been hiding his hobbies all these years. Although this person already knows his narcissistic part, he may not be able to accept a man who loves maintenance so much.Although he didn't want to admit it, he was still a little scared. He seldom mentioned the incident of being bullied in school, but it more or less left a shadow in his heart.Now that he is showing his weakness to others like this, he is still a person who is currently threatening himself with a video. He is both afraid and looking forward to it.Afraid of being bullied and ridiculed like when he was a student, but also expecting him to accept and understand.

At least, don't laugh at me...

Fang Yue thought.

Although the contact time is not much, although Xiang Rong's personality has changed a lot before and after, this person has some essence Fang Yue believes that he is not mistaken.

Xiang Rong stopped what he was doing, looked at Fang Yue's face, and said, "No. I just think it's no wonder your skin is so good. But I really don't have a mask at home. Are cucumber slices okay?" He pointed to the cooking table Top with the remaining third of the cucumber.

Fang Yue looked at Xiang Rong with disgust.

Xiang Rong was also very helpless. He didn't know why cucumber slices were not allowed. He remembered watching TV that women often put cucumber slices on their faces. It was said that it was very hydrating.

"Ahh~~~~" Fang Yue yelled, trying to annoy Xiang Rong, so he would coax him away, "It's so boring~~~~"

Xiang Rong's face was still as calm as ever, and he said lightly: "If you're bored...how about you go downstairs and draw."

"Huh?? Is it okay?" Fang Yue was a little surprised.He knows some friends who also have studios at home, but although they are open to visit, they don't like others to paint in their studios.The studio is a bit like these people's own domain, their own spiritual garden.So Xiang Rong was very surprised that he offered to let him paint Fang Yue.

"Hmm. Okay."

"Where's the paper?"

"There are some in the bottom left drawer."

"Okay~ I'm welcome! I'm using your painting tools! Crazy use! Ten pencils and ten pencils! Squeeze half a tube of watercolor!"

"Hehe. It's up to you. I stock up a lot."

"..." Fang Yue thought of the things in the storage room, and he knew that what Xiang Rong said was serious.No matter how much he wastes paint on Xiang Rong, he won't feel bad.

I wanted to use this little trick to get revenge, but it seemed useless.Fang Yue sighed and walked slowly downstairs.

Hearing that Fang Yue's footsteps were far away, Xiang Rong let out a long sigh of relief, and the expression on his face softened.

In order for Fang Yue to come to the house today, he stayed up all night and cleaned until the early morning.He was a relatively tidy person, so the room was not messy, but because he planned to threaten Fang Yue, he cleaned it very carefully, even Hui Hui in the corner was not spared.

Naturally, the studio downstairs was also a focus of cleaning.There are more bits and pieces in the studio than in other places, so it will look messy.Usually, Xiang Rong's paints are placed on the table casually. For this time, he bought two small trolleys, and put the paints on them according to the color system, which looks decent.I also placed the satisfactory finished products that I usually painted on the wall, and put the semi-finished and unsatisfactory works under the table.

Because he knew that Fang Yue would definitely pay more attention to the studio than other places, so he spent a lot of time cleaning up this part. After putting it away, his waist was so sore that he lay on the bed for a long time before getting up to wash.

When Fang Yue was asked to have dinner just now, he saw him concentrating on flipping through the magazines in the studio. Xiang Rong felt that his work was not in vain, and he was secretly happy.

On the one hand, I think Fang Yue would like to send people down to paint, and on the other hand, I want to maximize the fruits of my labor.After all, after tidying up for so long, I must let the seniors see more.

After washing the dishes, Xiang Rong quietly walked downstairs.

The door of the studio was not closed, Fang Yue sat on the only chair inside, lying on the table and drawing something.

Xiang Rong tiptoed curiously to see what Fang Yue was drawing.

In fact, he didn't have many opportunities to see Fang Yue's paintings. He only saw them during club exhibitions or when Fang Yue participated in certain competitions.Fang Yue's painting skills are not strong, and it is not outstanding among many other paintings, but every time Xiang Rong can see it at a glance, as if it is a special skill.

At that time, a friend from the club asked him how he could see it, and he replied: "Temperature."

Fang Yue's paintings have their own temperature.It doesn't mean that the summer afternoon is scorching hot, and the winter blizzard is cold.Xiang Rong feels that no matter what Fang Yue paints, he has his own unique warmth, which is not strong, but just looking at it makes him want to smile.

Children who make snowmen in winter with red hands; old couples who walk on fallen leaves while supporting each other in autumn; couples who share a scarf and cuddle with each other by the lake in the cold wind.Even the ants on the leaves are working hard to carry food home; the cicadas are screaming for life on the treetops.Xiang Rong can feel Fang Yue's emotion and love for life injected into the painting.

Now this person is sitting in his own home, in his own studio, using his own painting tools.

Thinking about it, Xiang Rong gradually got a little excited.

He approached quietly, stepped slightly on his feet and saw what Fang Yue was drawing, and couldn't help blushing.

To be precise, Fang Yue was copying.He took a picture of the painting on the wall before going downstairs, and now he is copying it on his phone.

Fang Yue drew very seriously and didn't notice the person behind him at all.His head was buried a little low, so low that Xiang Rong would worry about his eyes.

"Senior." Xiang Rong still couldn't help reminding, poking Fang Yue's back with his finger, "I'm going to put my head in the paper."

Fang Yue was taken aback, she shrugged her shoulders and turned her head abruptly, like a cat whose tail has been stepped on.After seeing Xiang Rong, he was relieved, but his expression showed some disdain.

"Your studio is so dark, I can't see clearly unless I lower my head." Fang Yue complained.

Xiang Rong pressed his temples, sighed, walked to the door and pressed the obvious light on the wall.The studio brightened instantly, and Fang Yue squinted his eyes so much.

"Is it still black?" Xiang Rong said helplessly.

"..."

The operation of turning on the light was too simple, and the complaint just now seemed too deliberate, Fang Yue wanted to get into the painting in embarrassment for a while.He tried his best to calm down, then puffed out his chest and changed the subject decisively and very bluntly.

"When can I go home?"

Seeing that he really wanted to leave, although Xiang Rong was reluctant to give up, he had no choice but to agree, after all, he couldn't make up any other excuses to keep him now.

"Leave if you want. Pick me up tomorrow morning, remember to buy breakfast."

"...Breakfast?" Fang Yue didn't remember this part in the previous agreement.

"Well, breakfast." Xiang Rong nodded confidently, holding his hands in front of his chest, "If I don't eat breakfast, I will be in a bad mood. If I am in a bad mood, I will have a bad temper. If I have a bad temper, I may be impulsive." .For example..." He looked at Fang Yue and smiled with the right corner of his mouth upturned, "For example, some videos may be posted soon."

Fang Yue gritted her teeth and stared at the person in front of her.If his eyes were as sharp as a blade, Xiang Rong might already be meat by now.

"Do you remember?" Xiang Rong emphasized again.

Fang Yue stood up and snorted: "Cut~ Isn't it just breakfast? I think I bought an extra portion to feed stray cats!"

After speaking, he went upstairs.

Xiang Rong followed, entered the password at the door with Fang Yue on his back, and opened the door.Fang Yue wanted to take a peek, but helplessly, the other party was taller than her and had wider shoulders than her. As soon as she walked over, the code board was completely blocked, so she couldn't see anything.

Opening the door, Xiang Rong leaned against the door: "See you tomorrow, ex~~senior~~"

Fang Yue rushed out of the room without saying goodbye very rudely, and decisively ignored the goodbye when she heard the goodbye.