Zha Gong cried bitterly for me after rebirth

Bai Qingjiu turned around to look for the kettle. The water that had just been boiled in the morning was still not cold. He held the water glass in both hands and handed it to Murong Qin, being careful not to smash it halfway.

Murong Qin didn't move and didn't take it, Bai Qingjiu said anxiously: "The cup is clean, I wash it every day."

Murong Qin took another sip and swallowed, water dripped out from the corner of his lips, Bai Qingjiu couldn't help but tiptoed, leaned very close, and pursed his mouth.

Murong Qin's breath became hot, and he didn't understand what he was going to do. The most daring thing Bai Qingjiu did in his life was to kiss Murong Qin proactively at this moment, and the boiled water hanging from the corner of his mouth flowed into his mouth along his dry lips and teeth.

The water is so sweet, the white sake closes the eyes, and the cold touch on the lips sticks together inseparably.

The next moment, Bai Qingjiu's arm was tightly clenched, the strength made him sober up for a moment, as if he was angry.

Bai Qingjiu let go suddenly, and subconsciously wanted to run, but was blocked by his waist and couldn't move. It must have been a terrible nightmare. In the dream, he kissed the person he had a crush on, and that person was so angry that he wanted to eat him.

Murong Qin grabbed him and forced him back again and again, the room was so big, within a few steps the white wine fell to the corner of the bed and fell down.

Murong Qin's pupils are red, his thin lips are sharp, and his palms are so strong that he can tear him apart in minutes.

Bai Qingjiu trembled in fear: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, let me wake up, I don't want...don't want to see you again."

"Don't want to see me?"

Bai Qingjiu was startled, bit his lip and nodded in shame: "I think."

Murong Qin has never had such an irresistible urge. He has the opportunity to premeditate anyone. Only this stupid little lunatic like a piece of white paper made him forget who he is and where he came from. purpose here.

Murong Qin wanted to kiss him again, and lowered his face, but the little lunatic avoided him. He said tremblingly, "One time is enough, enough."

Murong Qin paused and clenched his teeth. What is he doing?In such a dilapidated place, how could he survive?

Oh, ridiculous.

Murong Qin pushed the door and left, vowing that he would never come to this place again in his life, but unknowingly took his key away.

When Bai Qingjiu woke up, he forgot what a daring thing he had done, and only thought it was a dream, with colorful clothes covered in paint and hanging on the chair.

Bai Qingjiu washed his clothes and returned them back, but was rejected by Murong Qin. He waited for a whole day under the Murong Building until the evening, when he saw Murong Qin and Xia Yu coming out with happy expressions, and there was a kind of winning ticket for the strong in the grip.

Bai Qingjiu left silently, he knew that Murong Qin would not accept the clothes when they were sent out, it would only embarrass himself.

Instead of being a clown, it's better to cover up his secret while he doesn't make a cut in his heart.

I like you, this is the most shady secret in the whole world.

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When Murong Qin woke up, he subconsciously wanted to hug the person in his arms, but he held a ball of air instead.

What about people? The 1.2-meter small bed is very crowded for one person to lie on. Murong Qin actually hugged him and slept peacefully all night. I thought that after this time, he would be obedient, and it would be best not to get out of the bed, but he disappeared again!

Murong Qin was furious, and when he sat up, he saw a creed beside the bed, written in neat handwriting: "Breakfast is on the desk, I'm leaving, don't read it."

gone……

Murong Qin immediately became angry, the paintings scattered on the floor disappeared, the room was clean, and there was no trace of the battle last night.

There was a kraft paper package next to the bed, Murong Qin opened it, and there was a dozen red tickets, damn it, I slept with him, does he still want to give me money?

Murong Qin raised his hand, the money stagnated in the air, failed to fall to the ground with a clang, and was let down again.

Murong Qin pinched his brows, he couldn't control his anger: "Bai Qingjiu, I want to see where you can go."

Bai Qingjiu disappeared, Murong Qin thought he would go to the hospital, and waited for a few days, but he didn't show up. Murong Qin even forced Xia Yu to hand over the keys to the house.

Xia Yu was so irritable that he tore his face on the spot: "What did you do to him? He is pregnant with your child, and you still treat him like this!"

"Is he pregnant with my child?"

"Who else could there be but you? I've loved him for so many years, and I can't bear to touch him, yet you..."

Murong Qin will never even forget what he has done, but what Xia Yu said is right, how could a cowardly and self-important person like him casually talk to others...

In short, find the person first.

Murongqin and Xia Yu went to the house together to look for them. They searched the house, but they still didn't see anyone, as if they had disappeared from the world.

A few days later, Murong Qin participated in a charity auction, the promoter was Wei Chengyuan, Murong Qin had 1 people who refused to believe that Bai Qingjiu was with him, but they still came.

Sure enough, three of his paintings appeared at the auction. Judging from the notes, two of them were previous works, and one was painted recently. The starting price was the lowest in the auction, only [-].

Bai Qingjiu reluctantly agreed to the price of [-] after Wei Chengyuan persuaded him many times.

After leaving that day, Bai Qingjiu's body was so painful that it was about to split open. It must be very embarrassing to appear in front of others like this.

He bought a box of anti-inflammatory drugs and locked himself in the studio. The freshmen hadn't arrived yet, and there was no one else in the school studio.

Three days later, Wei Chengyuan called him and asked him to come out to meet him.

Bai Qingjiu had no reason to refuse his invitation, he wrapped himself tightly, the mark on his neck didn't fade away, he really couldn't see anyone.

Wei Chengyuan said: "I'm going to take Xiaolin to go abroad. Before I leave, I want to auction off the calligraphy, painting and porcelain in my collection and donate them to children in mountainous areas. You lost two paintings at my house before. If you are short of money recently, you can take them away. If the painting is included in the auction, it will definitely fetch a good price.”

"I appreciate Mr. Wei's kindness, but my skills are shallow, and I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to enter the hall of elegance."

"Don't underestimate yourself. In my opinion, your paintings are beyond the level of many masters. You just listen to me and take out the rest of the paintings in your hand. I will ask someone to frame them. At that time, your father's medical expenses will be covered. .”

Bai Qingjiu didn't want to agree at first, but his father's medical expenses were imminent, so he couldn't always rely on other people's help, especially Murong Qin.

Bai Qingjiu had no other paintings in his hand, Wei Chengyuan said that there was still a shortage of one, so he locked himself in the studio, painting day and night.

The white sake at this time is the state of mind that was reborn five years later. After five years of painting skills, it is quite different from before, more powerful, and more free-spirited.

Wei Chengyuan looked at it, clapped his hands repeatedly, and said that he would take a picture of this painting himself, and take it abroad for a safe collection.