Master Lu's Black Belly Milk Cake

Lu Hezhang left, and Zhong Yi obediently took out his homework to do. He still owed eight paintings and had to catch up with the deadline for next Monday.

Still life drawing is okay, but where can he find a model for those four figure paintings?When the teacher assigns homework, he said that any relatives and friends around him are fine, but Zhong Yi doesn't live in school and doesn't live with his family. The only ones he can get in touch with are the three maids at home, and he has drawn countless times. up.

In fact, he knew he had the answer in his heart.

The outline of that person's face became clearer and clearer in his mind, which was in line with Zhong Yi's understanding of beauty as an art student.

Lu Hezhang's face is really suitable for sketching, with a sharp jaw line and deep eyebrows... It might be better to say that he looks very much like the one in the painting.

Zhong Yi finished drawing the four still life paintings for the furnishings in Lu Hezhang's office. At this time, someone knocked on the office door three times. Zhong Yi was worried about what to do with the figure paintings, and subconsciously called out: "Come in. .”

After yelling, I remembered regretting it. Lu Hezhang's employees came to talk about work. What does he look like sitting behind the desk...

It was too late to evacuate, he had already come in, he was a young guy, he was not surprised to see Zhong Yi, but smiled kindly, "This is Mr. Xiao Zhong, right?"

"Ok?"

"Don't be surprised, the president asked me to come up and ask you what you have for lunch and if you need any help."

It turned out that Lu Hezhang asked him to come, probably an assistant.

Zhong Yi returned a friendly smile, waved his hands and said, "It's fine for me to eat the same food as Mr. Lu, there is nothing necessary..."

Slowly stopping the end of the words, he suddenly remembered that he really needs help now!

Zhong Yi said with a little embarrassment: "Well...are you willing to sacrifice your body?"

"Ah?" The little assistant, who just took office and didn't know the depth of the workplace, hugged herself tightly.

……

Lu Hezhang finished his work in the morning, and as soon as he approached the door of his office, he heard movement inside.

"Tsk... can you stop moving?"

"Mr. Xiao Zhong, my leg is cramping."

"Be patient, I'll be fine soon."

Lu Hezhang paused, suddenly suspecting that he might not have come at the right time.

Shouldn't be.

He still opened the door and went in.

Fortunately, the office was not as messy as he expected, just some papers and pens were scattered, Zhong Yi and his assistant were well dressed.

The assistant stood in front of the desk in a slightly distorted posture, and Zhong Yi was concentrating on painting with a brush. When he walked in front of him, he raised his head and said a little perfunctorily: "Mr. Assistant use it."

"how much longer?"

"It's almost there." Then he devoted himself to creation again.

The assistant complained without tears: "You said that an hour ago!"

Zhong Yi finished the last stroke, put some highlights on it, and picked it up to blow on it. This time, the painting is really finished.

After leaving the painting, he realized that he felt embarrassed and apologized to his assistant: "I'm sorry, I lost my mind as soon as I painted, I hope I didn't offend you."

The assistant rubbed the sore calf, said nothing, and was sent down to eat.

There were only two people left in the office. Lu Hezhang took a casual look at the painting in Zhong Yi's hand and asked, "Homework?"

Zhong Yi nodded, "Well, it's due next Monday."

"Delaying the day after tomorrow's homework until now? Where is the bad habit?"

Homework is Zhongyi's sore feet, and no one is happy with it, because no one except art students can understand the pain of [-] drawings a week!

Neither can Lu Hezhang!

Zhong Yi was a little unhappy, and complained in a low voice: "It's not because I'm left alone."

Lu Hezhang was actually amused by his words, and asked in a low voice, "Complain that I didn't care about you?"

"That's not what it means." Still sullen.

Lu Hezhang rarely reflected on himself. Indeed, he took over Zhong Yi's life because he couldn't get used to Zhong Yi's useless father.But these years, he has only provided Zhong Yi with ample material goods. When it comes to discipline, he may not be as good as Zhong Linshen.

Seeing that Zhong Yi gradually showed signs of growing crooked, he had to take time out of his busy schedule to intervene in this young man's mental health.

How to intervene specifically is not in a hurry, there are more important things to be resolved right now, and I have to eat.Lu Hezhang asked Zhong Yi: "Are you hungry?"

I didn't feel it when I was painting just now, but I am really hungry now, "Well, do you want to eat now?"

"Walk."

Zhong Yi still obediently followed behind him, for fear of losing it.

Follows behind its master like a puppy.Hum, Leopard, Du, Jia, Steam, Li, Ban, Stop, Wai, Chuan.

Lu Hezhang didn't know why he had such a weird feeling, but to be honest, before he realized that Zhong Yi had grown up, he had indeed been keeping Zhong Yi at home as a little pet.

But Zhong Yi is a down-to-earth person, a top student in the art department, noble and beautiful.

In the office in the morning, the phrase "a boy like you" was changed temporarily when he realized that it was inappropriate. In fact, the original sentence should be——

You look like this, you are suitable for taking to bed, boy.