After O pretended to be B, he carried the cub of a wealthy old man

The villa was extraordinarily empty, and the owner inside was not a person with a lifestyle, and it was even more empty.The only exception, perhaps, is the studio.

Zhao Xunqing's studio is completely different from the outside. There are waste papers, useless paints and worn-out brushes everywhere, and there is almost no place to settle at a glance.

Unlike the daily cleaning outside, Zhao Xunqing's studio does not allow housekeepers to come in, and he himself is unwilling to clean it up. Usually, Lin Yuan comes to paint on weekends and helps him tidy up.Under normal circumstances, it can last for a week. After a week, if Lin Yuan doesn't come, Zhao Xunqing won't bother. If he really can't stand it, he will throw away some unimportant drafts. That kind of perfunctory attitude is sought after by outsiders. People in his works will have a heart attack when they see them.

The studio basically occupied half of the space on the second floor of the villa. Lin Yuan huddled in a corner by herself, holding a paintbrush in her hand, and slowly painted on the drawing board in front of her.Zhao Xunqing is on the other side of the studio, the distance between the two is very far, and the well water does not interfere with the river water.

Zhao Xunqing was always focused when he was painting, that is, Lin Yuan, if ordinary people dared to disturb him while he was painting, he would have no idea what he would be scolded for.

From nine o'clock to nearly twelve o'clock, a sketch of a painting was finally completed.Sitting in front of the drawing board for a long time made Zhao Xunqing's waist sore and his back ached. After going down to drink a glass of water, he returned to the studio. His gaze casually glanced at Lin Yu'an in the corner. He saw that although his hands kept moving, he felt somewhat mechanical inexplicably.

Zhao Xunqing frowned, looked back at his painting, hesitated for a moment, and walked towards Lin Yuan.

Standing behind Lin Yu'an, Zhao Xunqing looked at the painting on the canvas, frowning tightly.Holding back his anger, he began to reprimand: "Don't paint if you don't want to paint, don't waste my good paint here."

The paintings on the canvas are indeed beautiful at first glance, but upon closer inspection, the composition and colors are so messed up that Zhao Xunqing doesn't even want to admit that he has learned painting from him for three years.

Lin Yu'an was already in a daze, but Zhao Xunqing's sudden words made him startled, his hands trembled, adding a glaring red mark to the painting that was already full of problems.

"Brother Qing..." He spoke in a somewhat hesitant manner.

Zhao Xunqing's long and narrow eyes were half drooping, the corners of his mouth curled into an impatient arc, and the words he said were always piercing: "When I first came here, I had a dead face, as if I was about to cry, and I asked you anything. Don’t say anything. Now that you’re drawing like this again, have I ever told you not to paint when you’re not sure? Are you drawing, or are you drawing talismans? All the children in kindergarten draw better than you! "

Zhao Xunqing's words were always harsh. When Lin Yu'an first learned painting from him, he was struck by his words countless times.But after three years, these words are not too pleasant, but they have already become a habit.

Lin Yu'an raised his head, looked at Zhao Xunqing's long and narrow phoenix eyes covered by his black hair, and blinked slowly.

"Brother Qing," he said slowly, almost whispering under Zhao Xunqing's impatient expression:

"I am pregnant."

I didn't tell my parents or my classmates.

If there is anyone around Lin Yuan who can truly confide in his heart, there is only one Zhao Xunqing.

Even if he is almost strict with him when it comes to painting, even if he usually speaks harshly, even if there is no extra topic between the two of them except painting——

Lin Yuan trusted him inexplicably.

It was as if he could get some similar feeling from him.

Zhao Xunqing Yu Lin Yuan is also a teacher, a friend and a brother.Even if it was his own brother, Lin Yu'an had never felt close to him.

Therefore, after he split into an Omega, Lin Yuan didn't tell anyone, but he only confided his heart to Zhao Xunqing; after that incident, the place he thought of where he could take refuge was also Zhao Xunqing's villa.

Zhao Xunqing's expression froze, he pulled his lips, his usual sarcastic smile was a little stiff: "Are you kidding me?"

Lin Yu'an shook his head, Zhao Xunqing's face suddenly became ugly.

His thick eyelashes were drawn down, and he couldn't see the expression in his eyes clearly, but his tone was inexplicably gloomy: "I've taken all the medicine, how could I be pregnant?"

Lin Yuan opened his mouth: "The doctor said, the medicine may have expired..."

Zhao Xunqing looked up at him, and said with a sneer, "Overdue—"

His voice stopped abruptly.

The general shelf life of medicines is three years.

Three years...

Zhao Xunqing's expression changed several times, and finally he cursed in a low voice.

His chest heaved violently, Lin Yuan looked at it with some regret and told him, and said worriedly: "Brother Qing..."

"It's okay." Zhao Xunqing scratched his hair and took a deep breath.He glanced around, hooked a bench with his feet, and sat beside Lin Yuan, raised his eyes and asked solemnly, "What are you going to do now?"

Lin Yuan lowered her head: "I'm still in school, how can I ask for it..."

Zhao Xunqing looked at him and knew that what he was telling was not telling the truth, so he asked instead, "Where is the father of the child?"

"what?"

"Do you know who the child's father is?" Zhao Xunqing asked again.

The last time Lin Yuan ran here in a panic, he taught him how to clean up, asked him to take medicine, and asked him to go for a physical examination, but he never asked who the father of the child was.

Lin Yu'an bit her lip: "Pei Yanzhou."

"Who?" Zhao Xunqing raised his eyebrows.

"Pei Yanzhou, the Pei Group—"

He hadn't finished speaking when he heard a "squeak" thrust, Zhao Xunqing stood up abruptly, with a blurred expression on his face.

"Pei-yan-zhou?" He said word by word, his expression cold and frightening.

Lin Yu'an: "Brother Qing...do you know Mr. Pei?"

"... I have heard of it." He grinned: "They are all from that circle, how could they not have heard of it?"

That circle of... that circle of...

Zhao Xunqing clenched his hands tightly, and his nails dug into his palm, but he didn't seem to realize it.

He said in a hoarse voice, "What did he say?"

Lin Yuan was stunned for a moment: "He said... respect my decision."

"Respect your decision?" Zhao Xunqing murmured, and after a while, he closed his eyes, and his whole body seemed to relax weakly.

"Brother Qing?"

"It's okay." He waved his hand, and slowly sat back on the stool, with a dull expression: "I'm the one with the picture."

That circle...not necessarily all people like that.

It's that he's too sensitive.

"What do you plan to do?"

Lin Yu'an said: "The doctor said that I am aged and differentiated, and I need to undergo an examination before I can be operated on. It will be about a week later..."

A week later...

Zhao Xunqing looked at Lin Yuan, and after a long time said in a low voice: "Go." His voice was low, and he didn't know if he was talking to Lin Yuan, or to himself:

"It's a good thing."

Lin Yu'an looked worried and wanted to say something.Zhao Xunqing waved his hand and drove him away: "Okay."

"Your phone has been ringing downstairs just now."

It is also Zhao Xunqing's rule not to bring mobile phones when entering the studio.

Lin Yuan let out an ah, got up and went out quickly.Zhao Xunqing looked at his back, and unconsciously covered his lower abdomen with his hand that has been holding a paintbrush for many years.

child……

After a while, he seemed to realize something, and suddenly pulled his hand away, but he was caught off guard and bumped into the chair beside him, the back of his hand was instantly red.

Zhao Xunqing didn't care, strode to his painting, drew two strokes ahead of time, but suddenly felt dissatisfied, stretched out his hand to tear off the canvas, crumpled it into a ball and threw it on the ground.

The canvas was slowly stretched on the ground, and the whole morning's painstaking efforts disappeared in an instant.

Zhao Xunqing panted heavily, and finally slumped on the chair weakly.

The circle...the circle again...

·

Downstairs, Lin Yu'an picked up her phone and looked at it. The three missed calls were all from her mother.

He pursed his lips, not wanting to reply in his heart.

He wanted to pretend he didn't see it, but in the next moment, a phone rang.

This time it's not mother's, but... Qi An's.

Lin Yu'an paused, but still pressed the connect button.

"Hey?"

"Hello, second brother."

Lin Qi'an carefully glanced at his parents sitting on the sofa, and asked, "Where are you now?"

Lin Yu'an said dryly, "It's a part-time job."

"Ah," Lin Qi'an glanced at his mother's eyes, curled his lips and said, "Parents are waiting for you at home, why didn't anyone answer your call just now?"

"I was busy just now, I didn't hear it."

The phone can be heard in the living room of Lin's family when it is turned on.Hearing that Lin's father and Lin's mother looked at each other, their expressions were somewhat dissatisfied.

"Oh." Lin Qi'an said, "Then when will your part-time job end?"

Lin Yuan held the phone and said nothing.

Lin Qi'an said again: "You didn't come back last night, and your parents were worried about you."

Lin Yuan pulled her lips: "Really?"

Lin Qi'an hummed, and persuaded again: "Second brother, don't be angry with your parents, okay? Parents are not easy. Isn't everything for our own good? You didn't come back last night. Didn't sleep well at night..."

Lin Yuan tightened his grip on the phone.He knew in his heart that these words were not spoken by Lin Qian himself, perhaps his parents asked him to say them.

They wanted him to go back, but they passed Lin Qi'an tactfully.

Lin Qi'an didn't know anything, he could say all the good things about his parents.

Lin Qi'an was still persuading: "What's more, your bag is still at home, so you have to take it for class tomorrow, right?"

Lin Yu'an interrupted him: "Are your parents around?"

"Ah?" Lin Qi'an glanced at Lin's father and Lin's mother, and saw that they didn't say anything, so he hesitated and said, "I'm next to you..."

"Tell them, I'll go back at night." Lin Yuan lowered his eyes and asked.

Lin Qi'an finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone became much lighter: "Okay, then my parents and I will wait for you."

The phone hung up with a beep, Lin Yuan was silent for a while, and finally threw the phone on the table.