Racers become the canaries of the bosses

In less than three days, Little Rose has learned to run away.

I don't know how many things Liao Chengcheng threw on the bunk. The two of them were so busy that their backs were sweating, and they saw a little light.

"Is there anything else?" Chu Lin'an asked with empty hands.

"Yes, wait for me to look through it." Liao Chengcheng waved his arms to fish on the bed, but when he turned around, he saw a dazzling red, "An'an, your hands are bleeding!"

Chu Lin'an looked down, and saw a not-so-short slit on the outside of the index finger of his left hand. Blood beads were oozing out from the slit, and they were about to gather into a stream and drip down along the arc of the finger.

Liao Chengcheng jumped off the ladder directly, grabbed Chu Lin'an's hand, "Let me see."

"It's okay." He took out a tissue on the table of his roommate, and wiped the wound as if nothing happened, and the eyelids of those watching jumped.

The paper towel immediately sucked up the blood, turning it bright red.

Liao Chengcheng looked at him like a monster: "It's okay! Are you made of stone? Doesn't it hurt you to have such a long cut? It's bleeding!"

"It doesn't hurt." Chu Lin'an smiled, he didn't feel it at all.

"It doesn't hurt me." Liao Chengcheng couldn't see bleeding and injuries, including people and animals.

He cast a reproachful glance at Chu Lin'an, and blamed himself, "It must have been scratched by the carving knife just now. I don't know where the cap of that thing went. It's all my fault. Don't move, don't even move your fingers. Look for the medicine chest." After finishing speaking, he opened the drawer under the desk and began to rummage through the chest.

"It's okay, I really don't need it." Seeing his roommate squatting on the ground with his buttocks pouted, Chu Lin'an almost stuffed himself into the desk cabinet, "I don't feel any pain, the wound will heal after a while."

"Use it. Your hands are white and thin. If you lose your appearance, your Uncle Yue will hate me to death."

Chu Lin'an stretched out his left hand in front of his eyes, and didn't realize how expensive it was. There were thin calluses on his knuckles from holding the pen holder for a long time—he was left-handed, and there was an obvious crescent-shaped scar on his ring finger.

"No." Chu Lin'an said, "By the time I see Mr. Yue, maybe the fingers are already healed."

Mr. Yue is so busy, it may be a few days before the next meeting.

Time is like a sweet knife that is about to fall, hanging above Chu Lin'an's head.

He likes Mr. Yue.

If it is said that in the past two years, he liked Mr. Yue because of his meticulous help, mixed with gratitude and repayment, then the first meeting yesterday made him affirmed that even if everything before was erased, he would still love Mr. Yue. Will fall in love with Mr. Yue at first sight.

He wanted to see Mr. Yue all the time, but he was also afraid that what would happen to him and Mr. Yue would break his firmness.

Just thinking about it made him feel unconfident.

But whether he accepts it or not, that time will eventually come.

He wanted to accept it, so he bought a box of condoms, as if it was proof that he chose to face it bravely, but it was inevitable that he was a little self-deceiving.

So childish.

After everything was tidied up, it was completely dark.Looking at the time again, at 7 o'clock, the two of them hadn't eaten anything except a cone, and their stomachs growled in unison.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the skewers!" Liao Chengcheng stretched out his arms and wrapped them around Chu Lin'an's shoulders.

Chu Linan’s height is 176. Racing motorcycles are not friendly to taller players. Weight and length will limit flexibility and the weight of the bike, so his height is common among players.

Liao Chengcheng is a little shorter than Chu Lin'an. According to my optimistic opinion, boys will still grow when they go to college, maybe they will reach 1.8 meters?

"Baby An, let me introduce you to two friends who usually play with me. One of them is a senior from the same department as you. You can ask him to take care of you." Liao Chengcheng swiped his phone and asked, "How is it? I don't mind. Bar?"

Thinking of what Mr. Yue said, let him make more friends, Chu Lin'an nodded and agreed.

Zhongwei Academy of Fine Arts is located in a remote park, and there are not many choices around. They need to drive to the city center, where the night is much more lively.

Reluctantly, there was a traffic accident on the road. When Chu Lin'an and the others arrived, there was already a long queue outside the barbecue restaurant.

Fortunately, those two friends were watching the exhibition in the urban area in the afternoon, so they arrived one step earlier and took a good seat first.

The two walked into the shop door under the guidance of the waiter, but they were confused by the strong nightclub atmosphere.

The music inside is loud, the lights are dim, and the layout is weird.The owner of this shop probably has an over-understanding of the young trends in the metropolis. The barrier between the seats is a steel pipe that reaches the sky. With the white smoke of the meat skewers on the barbecue grill, it is not against the harmony for someone to dance on the pole.

"Chengzi, this way!" Someone from the innermost table waved to them.

The one who shouted was Fang Yan, a senior from the same department as Chu Lin'an, and next to him was a freshman, Li Miao from the Department of Fashion Design.

"It's unlucky, the car in front ran into rear-ends, and An'an and I were stuck for half an hour." Liao Chengcheng handed the coat to the waiter, and then sat down.

"Sorry for the long wait." Chu Lin'an apologized obediently, and then sat next to her roommate.

"Hey, no need, no need, we didn't wait long." Fang Yan waved his hand, looked at Chu Lin'an and said with a smile, "Your Chinese just surprised me, and it's quite standard."

Chu Lin'an said: "No, I still need to practice." That's what Mr. Yue said.

"Be humble, friend." Fang Yan has a face that is easy to talk, and is as approachable and handsome as the brother next door. "Li Miao, why don't you talk? Seniors don't say anything when they come."

Li Miao was next to Fang Yan, her eyes had been looking up and down since she saw Chu Lin'an, and she suddenly felt shy when she was called.

"Ah Yan, don't say that, I'm not a professional motorcycle player..."

Li Miao's style is completely different from Fang Yan's. The pink eye shadow is hidden in the folds of the eyelids, and the whole body is dressed carefully.

"It doesn't matter whether you are a professional or not." Chu Lin'an looked at this new friend seriously, "I love it because I like it. In fact, most motorcycle competitions are open to everyone, even if you are not a professional player. To be able to participate. Compared with the results, the process should be enjoyed more.”

Snapped,

A piece of boneless duck paw appeared on Chu Lin'an's plate.

"Baby, are you hungry, come and eat meat." Liao Chengcheng picked another piece for himself, a little jealous for a snack, and An Baobao didn't talk to him for such a long time when they met during the day.

"If you keep talking, I think his eyes are about to burst into stars." Fang Yan also joked.

"I don't." Li Miao twitched, pushed the senior with his shoulder, and looked at Chu Lin'an with embarrassment, "Can I take a picture?"

"Here it is again!" Liao Chengcheng couldn't take it anymore, he had been annoyed by this photoshoot all night.

The two were photographed as soon as they left the dormitory, passed by the basketball court they had to pass, and were surrounded by the school basketball team that was training to take pictures. Both men and women came. It was the first time that Liao Chengcheng felt that there were so many people in the school. They went on and on, like endless zombies in the game.

Chu Lin'an looked at his roommate in surprise, not knowing why the other party suddenly became impatient.

"Okay, shoot! I'll shoot together too!" Liao Chengcheng was defeated by Chu Lin'an's eyes, "But if there are conditions, you two, each of you has a cup, and An'an is the one I brought."

"Does Leon drink?" Fang Yan picked up a bottle of Tsingtao and filled everyone's glasses.

"He can't drink, we drove here, don't pour it for him." Liao Chengcheng blocked the bottle.

"Yeah." Chu Lin'an explained, "I'm allergic to gluten, and I can't drink beer."

Liao Chengcheng froze, thinking that this silly baby is too real, he had already blocked it.But they are all friends, and there is nothing bad to say.

Although the environment is not as satisfactory, the meat skewers in this barbecue restaurant are really delicious. No wonder it is a well-known online celebrity restaurant on the list, and many young people come here to check in.

Chu Lin'an spoke slowly, and sometimes he couldn't get in the mouth, most of the time he was eating meat in silence, listening to them was quite interesting.

Fang Yan said that if he had a part-time job, he would introduce it to Chu Lin'an, because he had seen Chu Lin'an's paintings, which were included in the lecture notes by the professor as an example. The color of a petal is dismantled and analyzed.Chu Lin'an who can create such a work should not be buried.

Chu Lin'an thought for a long time before he remembered which still-life oil painting with flowers was. It should be one of the scanned compressed files he passed to Mr. Yue for writing a letter of recommendation.

Fang Yan also suggested that he open a weibo or dy account first, and the more he is proficient in board painting, the more likely merchants will come to him, and the higher the reputation, the higher the price of the work will naturally be.

Regarding the part-time job, Chu Lin'an searched online two days ago, but his Chinese reading ability is not good, and it seems to be very difficult.

He wants to save money, a lot of money, even if he relies on painting, he wants to return to the track.

"Whose phone is vibrating?" Fang Yan reminded suddenly.

After the other two denied it, Chu Lin'an realized it was hers.When he saw the word "Xing Yue" displayed on the screen, his heart tightened.

But before he could pick it up, the screen went dark, and then a text message came in.

【I'm downstairs. 】

【Missed call (2)】

downstairs?

Dorm downstairs or villa downstairs?

If there is no need to send text messages on the downstairs of the villa, it is Mr. Yue's own house, so it is the downstairs of the dormitory!

Chu Lin'an's pupils shrank suddenly, like a wife who was frightened by a temporary inspection.

"Your uncle?" Liao Chengcheng leaned over and asked.

"En." Chu Lin'an nodded, and stood up from his seat unsteadily, "Sorry, I have to go back first."

A business negotiation lasted from noon to nine o'clock in the evening. Xing Yue got into the car and told Xiao Sheng to go back to the hidden mountain residence tonight with great interest. As soon as he turned on his mobile phone, he saw the message from Chu Lin'an that he was moving to the school. The text message, the mood sank instantly.

But soon, Xing Yue adjusted his mood.

His therapist told him that the stress and emotional ups and downs were not working for him.He had to bear the former, so the latter was the only one he could control.

He went back to the Yinshanju villa and took a look. Sure enough, the side sleeping room on the second floor was empty, but there were obvious signs of movement.

In less than three days, Little Rose has learned to run away.

Xing Yue is a person with a strong desire to control, but this is not a bad point in his opinion. Whether it is the company's shares or the lover in bed, he must hold it in his hands.

But Chu Lin'an was different, Xing Yue couldn't treat him like that.

So Xing Yue is now sitting in the car, guarding across the street, waiting to see how long it will take for Little Rose, who doesn't answer his calls, to think of him.

"Boss Xing, why don't I go up and find someone?" Sheng Chuan cautiously suggested.

He has never met a person who can make Xing Yue make two calls without answering.If it was him, he would probably be "dead without a whole body".

Originally thought that the negotiation result exceeded expectations and the boss would be in a good mood, but before Sheng Chuan was happy for a few minutes, he saw Xing Yue's gloomy and terrifying face in the rearview mirror.

When he arrived at the villa, he even followed Xing Yue all the way, not daring to breathe.

I don't know what the little beauty thinks, she can't live in the boss's private mansion, but insists on living in the school... Could it be that she didn't arrange a driver to pick her up? !

Sheng Chuan swallowed, his palms began to sweat.

"No, he's here." Xing Yue said.

Outside the car window, a thin and thin figure rushed out of the store, looking around nervously, his eyes were like transparent butterfly wings flying under the light, it was the angel who fell into the mortal world because of him.

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