Master Lu's Black Belly Milk Cake

Before Zhong Yi was beaten to death by Xu Kaize, Zhong Yi came to rescue the soldiers. It was the person sent by the principal to send a message, asking him to go to the principal's office.

There was nothing else, except that the investigation of Yao was over, and the painting as evidence was naturally returned to Zhong Yi.Although the principal still doesn't know Lu Hezhang's true identity, he also knows that he is not easy to mess with. This painting is a hot potato in anyone's hands. The best way is to return it the same way.

After going through a lot of twists and turns, Zhong Yi finally got both the genuine and imitation of Lu Hezhang's portrait back into his hands.

When he came home at night, he didn't expect Lu Hezhang to be at home again.Seeing him at home for two consecutive nights, Zhong Yi was a little flattered, this scene was basically impossible to appear before.

Seeing him coming home, Lu Hezhang asked casually, "Did you get the painting back?"

Zhong Yi nodded, "Yeah."

"Bring it to me."

"what?"

Zhong Yi didn't expect him to have such a request, and was completely caught off guard, feeling guilty and scared for a while.

It shouldn't be obvious that it's not the original manuscript. He has tried his best to reproduce it as exactly as possible. Besides, Lu Hezhang only knew the original manuscript once, so it is impossible to see it so clearly.

With this kind of luck, Zhong Yi handed him the painting.

Zhong Yi really had a very smooth life recently, and was dazzled by love, and made the lowest mistake as an art student.

Comparing the paintings drawn by real people and the paintings copied twice, how can there be no gap between the two?

Lu Hezhang saw the clue at a glance, but his first reaction was not to doubt Zhong Yi, but to ask him: "After checking, is it the original manuscript that the school returned to you?"

Zhong Yi nodded firmly, and in order to cover up his guilty conscience, he emphasized it again: "This is definitely the original manuscript."

He thought that Lu Hezhang, a person who had never touched sketches, would definitely not be able to see it.

At this moment, Lu Hezhang stood up suddenly, and stretched out his other hand to Zhong Yi, "Bring me the manuscript." He said.

Zhong Yi almost forgot the sense of fear when he saw Lu Hezhang a few years ago. Love makes people bold and foolish. He is still stubborn at this moment, insisting: "Mr. Lu, this Really the original."

Lu Hezhang just suddenly got angry and wanted to look at Zhong Yi's paintings again, and he really didn't have any doubts about his thoughts. Before Zhong Yi asked him to trust him, then Lu Hezhang gave him trust.

But now, Zhong Yi's obviously ulterior motives angered him, making him suspicious.

"Zhong Yi," Lu Hezhang's voice suddenly lowered and became deep, "You know my identity is sensitive, so I have to be careful about things like portraits."

He has been like this, and I don't know if he has been too used to this kid recently, Zhong Yi is so courageous that he snatched the painting from his hand, and said angrily: "I told you! This is the original manuscript!"

Lu Hezhang had never been contradicted like this, and Zhong Yi had never been so rude.

At that moment, Lu Hezhang almost doubted whether Zhong Yi was a commercial spy carefully trained by his competitors to come to him as an undercover agent.

At the last moment, when he bumped into Zhong Yi's slightly red eyes, Lu Hezhang finally suppressed the suspicion that had grown wildly like weeds in his heart.

Something is wrong, but definitely not a spy.

In the end, it was Lu Hezhang who gave Zhong Yi the first step, slowed down his tone, and tried to reason with him patiently.

"I've said it many times before. If you have any difficulties, you can ask me for help. You haven't reached the age where you can completely separate from adults and make your own decisions." Lu Hezhang's eyes were sincere, and his words were earnest.

He was thinking that as an adult, he couldn't care about children in the rebellious period, so he didn't think about anything else at all.

But only Zhong Yi knew what the reason for his dismay was.

As soon as that painting is taken out, all those shameful thoughts in the past few years will be exposed.

If he can still live with Lu Hezhang as a junior while licking his face, then after his thoughts are exposed, he will lose this privilege.

Zhong Yi was too scared, afraid that he would be disliked by Lu Hezhang, afraid that he would be kicked out.

Lu Hezhang waited for his response for a long time, and his patience slowly faded in the process. Finally, he looked at Zhong Yi's expression that was about to cry, and said in a low voice: "Okay, you don't want to say."

"Wu Hui," he greeted Aunt Wu, but he kept looking at Zhong Yi with his eyes fixed, "You take other people to search Zhong Yi's room, I want to see what ulterior secret he hides .”

A pair of amber pupils in Zhong Yi's eyes suddenly shuddered, and she screamed: "No!"

There are too many secrets hidden in his room, which must not be discovered.

The state of the two seemed to be back to when they first met, the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Lu Hezhang's jaw line was tense, and his Adam's apple was rolling up and down, obviously his anger had reached its peak.

Retaining the last sliver of reason, he asked Zhong Yi sharply: "Your room is also property under my name, why can't I search it?"

"You are an entrepreneur, don't you even understand the most basic laws?" Zhong Yi panicked to the extreme, and began to speak indiscriminately, "Only barbarians would search other people's rooms like you, I am not your vassal , I also have my right to privacy!"

The word "barbarian" did not know which nerve suddenly touched Lu Hezhang. It was obvious that Lu Hezhang's breathing became heavy as soon as the word was uttered.

He couldn't maintain any gentlemanly demeanor anymore, he grabbed Zhong Yi's slender neck with one hand, as if he could suffocate him with all his strength.

"Then do you want to know how the barbarians took the property into their own hands?" Lu Hezhang's tone became a little dangerous.

Although the words were scary, his hands didn't tighten, it was just a threatening gesture, no matter what he said, he still couldn't bear to really make a move on Zhong Yi.

Zhong Yi and him stared at each other for a long time, but suddenly they were defeated.

He gave up, and he didn't want to make unnecessary resistance anymore.

From the beginning of this inexplicable conflict to the present every second, the real answer has been on his lips, but he has been hesitant to say it.

Lu Hezhang found that Zhong Yi had gradually changed from being pinched by him to being supported by him. He was almost too weak to stand up, and a tear also slid down his cheek and onto the back of Lu Hezhang's hand.

An angry person has no IQ, and now he realizes his gaffe when he comes back to his senses.

But he didn't dare to let go. At this moment, Zhongyi was in his hand like a hydrogen balloon, and it would fly away as soon as he let go.

Zhong Yi's initial low cry gradually evolved into a broken cry, crying so much that Lu Hezhang wanted to say several times: "Forget it, I don't care about this matter with you."

But the next sentence he followed gave him a reasonable explanation for all the things that were wrong during the recent period——

Zhong Yi choked and said: "Mr. Lu, no, Lu Hezhang... I, I have tried several times, but there is no way... I still, still like you."