Master Lu's Black Belly Milk Cake

Zhong Yi's strokes are full of the carefulness of a crush, and with the most gentle strokes, the image of the sweetheart is reproduced on paper.

He hardly dared to breathe, as if he would blow away the beautiful phantom in front of him if he was not careful.

This time is the longest time he has drawn a sketch. In the past, many light and shadow details were fooled to cope with homework, but now it is different, every strand of hair has been poured into him.

"Mr. Lu, the painting is finished." Zhong Yi rubbed his sore arm, finally heaving a sigh of relief.

"Let me see."

Lu Hezhang took the painting from him and put it in front of him to examine it carefully.

To be honest, he had never seen Zhong Yi's paintings before, and he only had a general understanding of his painting ability.In the art examination that year, Zhong Yi knocked on the door of Huada, the most famous local art academy, with the third score in the city. Later, he was admitted to Huada with a score of [-] points above the college entrance examination.

But right now, Lu Hezhang is truly amazed when facing Zhong Yi's paintings.

Lu Hezhang praised sincerely: "The painting is very good."

Zhong Yi felt embarrassed when he suddenly thought of it, and murmured: "Actually, I still didn't perform well this time. The draft has been changed many times, and the picture is too dirty..."

A big basket of shortcomings was mentioned in one breath.

Lu Hezhang himself didn't see any of the points he said, but he felt that the human body structure in this painting was standard, and the relationship between light and dark was handled extremely well. You can see the material of the shirt at a glance through the screen.

But Lu Hezhang didn't add any more compliments to this, and Zhong wanted to be humble, so let him be humble.

The other two paintings, Zhong Yi, caught two bodyguards at the door to be the lucky ones. The bodyguards acted according to Lu Hezhang's face. Lu Hezhang gave him a look, and they had no choice but to let Zhong Yi play around.

It was five o'clock in the evening when all the paintings were finished, the staff had to get off work, and it was time for Zhong Yi to go home.

But when he learned that Lu Hezhang didn't go home with him, the mood that had been jumping all day became depressed again.

It seemed that he was thinking too much, he thought he could spend a whole day with Lu Hezhang today, but in fact, apart from the hour of painting, they only had lunch together.

I knew it would be like this, so I tried to strike up a conversation with Lu Hezhang during lunch, Zhong Yi thought depressingly.

Before sending him out of the office, Lu Hezhang told him: "Recently, the company is busy with new projects, so I won't go home for the time being. Be good at home."

Zhong Yi looked down at the uppers of his leather shoes, and really wanted to muster up the courage to say back, why do you ask me to be good if you don't go home?

But he can't complain, and he has no right to complain.

He can only be angry with himself in his heart, he is not good!Just learn to be bad!I want to smoke a pack of cigarettes a day while you are away!

Lu Hezhang entrusted Zhong Yi to the bodyguard, turned around and went back to the office to deal with those official duties that seemed to be endless.Before the elevator closed, Zhong Yi saw his back for the last time.

He looks so lonely.

Sometimes Zhong Yi couldn't understand why he had to work so desperately as the president of such a large group, until he accidentally heard that Lu Hezhang had a branch, and the succession of the Lu Family Group was not his turn, it was him When he was eighteen or nineteen years old, he broke out from the bloody storm and snatched it alive from his dozen or so cousins.

Because it was stolen, I was particularly afraid of being snatched away by others.

The more Zhong Yi understands these things, the more distressed she becomes, and all her distress has turned into love, and she wholeheartedly worships and adores this powerful and gentle man.

Back home, Zhong Yi sorted out today's eight paintings, but hesitated a little when she turned to the portrait of Lu Hezhang.

He was thinking, would it be a pity to hand in Lu Hezhang's portrait as homework?

It's really rare to have such an opportunity, Lu Hezhang is willing to let him paint himself, and he just has an hour to sit there, wasting his precious time counting minutes and seconds with Zhong Yi.

There will never be another chance like this, Zhong Yi knows it in her heart.

Just treat him as an idiot, whether it's used for lust, or as a side dish for self-touching, he will definitely not hand in this homework!