Racers become the canaries of the bosses

As a mature man, there are always a few days when you can't do it every month.

The next morning, Chu Lin'an woke up and found herself lying on a big soft bed.

The brain was stunned for a few seconds before recalling that after Mr. Yue checked his reading last night, the two parted ways.

Xing Yue went to the master bedroom on the first floor, while he went up to the second floor.

But even though it was past 2 o'clock in the morning, he still couldn't sleep because he hadn't drawn anything today.

This is the "habit" cultivated by his mother since he was a child - he cannot sleep if he does not draw.

So Chu Lin'an should have fallen asleep in the studio last night, there was no one else in the villa, Mr. Yue carried him back to the bed...

Nerves suddenly tense.

Mr. Yue saw those paintings?

Chu Lin'an almost rolled out of bed, and rushed to the study next door with her hair sticking out.

The door was pushed open with a bang, and there was not much change in the fairly tidy room. The curtains were closed and the light was dim.

The half-painted portrait of last night was still lying on the easel, and several completed ones stood by the wall, and the apron that was originally on him was hung on the antler coat.

The paintings are all good paintings. In terms of expression and technique alone, they are much higher than the still life bouquet that was praised by the professor for half a class.

But he didn't want Mr. Yue to see these spiritual excrement, it was the ugliest thing on him, and it should be destroyed.

If possible, Chu Lin'an didn't even want to pick up a paintbrush.But besides racing motorcycles, the only skill he can rely on for survival is painting.

He still has to live, make money, and feel the thrill of speed squeezing his heart again, so he can't lose this job.

Going down the spiral staircase, Chu Lin'an came to the restaurant on the first floor.

Unlike other areas, the restaurant does not have underfloor heating. There is no difference between Chu Linan standing barefoot on the marble floor and standing on ice, but he still does not want to wear slippers.

It was almost noon, and Xing Yue was naturally not in the villa, only the bohemian pattern napkin that had been moved showed that the man had been here.

It seems that the cooking aunt hasn't come yet, Chu Lin'an wants to find something from the refrigerator to pad his stomach first, and fresh milk will be brought here every day.

He was hospitalized due to an allergy when he was a child, and his stomach has not been very good, so he can't drink cold directly.

Too lazy to heat the milk in a small pot, Chu Linan directly poured the milk into a glass and put it in the microwave.

Go to 30 seconds.

He remembered that the glass straws were in the side cabinet drawer.Turning around, I saw a bright little object placed on the island platform, with a note pressed underneath it.

Approaching, is a delicate and small stud earrings.

Realistic rose shape, with a valuable pink diamond wrapped in the center of the flower.

[I don't know when you will wake up.There is breakfast in the warming cabinet.The studs are mine, I wore them once when I was your age, no gift box, hope you don't mind. 】

The handwriting is the same as the letter, vigorous and powerful.

Chu Lin'an raised her hand and pinched her earlobe, muttering to herself, "How does Mr. Yue know that I have pierced ears..."

In fact, not only did he have pierced ears, but he also had brow nails. At that time, he was almost impulsive to get a tattoo.

The owner of the tattoo shop saw that he was too young, and his skin was fine and tender, so he advised him not to tattoo people's names on his body easily. If he regretted it later, it would be very troublesome to remove the tattoo. If the effect is not good, he would have to cover it with a larger pattern .

With such a stubborn personality, he certainly didn't believe that such a thing as regret could happen to him, so he insisted on getting a tattoo.

But in the end it still didn't work.Due to the weather, the time of the training match was brought forward, so he had to give up his idea, and he couldn't find a free time afterwards, so he gradually put it behind him.

Chu Lin'an touched the place where the eyebrows were pierced. Now the piercing is still there, but this place has already grown.

Do you want to play two more?

Ding!

The milk is ready.

Chu Lin'an held the earring in his palm, folded the note carefully, and put it in the breast pocket of his pajamas first.

He took out the milk and put it on the table, opened the warming cabinet, and carefully brought out the breakfast Mr. Yue made for him.

Split peas and pigeon eggs, hash browns, bacon sandwiches, and a small bowl of tomato soup.

Mr. Yue knows that he is allergic to gluten, so the bread slices for the sandwich are specially made from gluten-free grains.

The other half of the diagonally cut sandwich was naturally eaten by Mr. Yue.

The thought that popped up in his mind made Chu Lin'an ashamed.

——I am really hopeless.

Chu Lin'an is used to listening to some movement while eating, so it seems that he is not alone.

There is no MotoGP event in winter, but other motorcycle competitions are enough to fill free time.

After a random search, Chu Lin'an clicked into yesterday's replay of the AMA Motocross Championship. He leaned his phone against the vase on the dining table and began to enjoy Mr. Yue's cooking.

But just after taking a small bite of the potato pancakes, before I could taste them carefully, a phone call came in.

It's Liao Chengcheng.

"Baby An, come out to play this afternoon?" The voice over there was very noisy, as if there were so many voices at a music festival.

"I can't go out." Chu Lin'an said, "Mr. Yue assigned me a penalty copy homework, three times, and I must finish it this afternoon."

Liao Chengcheng on the other end of the phone broke out after a few seconds of silence, "Are you a primary school student, baby! You were also punished for copying! Excessive copying is corporal punishment in disguise, do you know! You Uncle Yue can't be a S! He punishes people for copying homework! "

"My Chinese is too bad, there's nothing I can do." Chu Lin'an was also annoyed.

In fact, his language ability is not bad, he understands some French and Spanish, and there is no problem in uncomplicated daily communication.

But Chinese, if he hadn't learned sporadic oral pronunciation from his seniors before he officially signed a contract with Yamaha to become a professional player, it is estimated that it would be difficult to communicate with Mr. Yue now.

Chinese is indeed hell level among all languages.

"If I don't finish writing in the afternoon, if Mr. Yue comes back to check at night, I will be finished." Chu Lin'an didn't want to go out to play.

Liao Chengcheng curled his lips, "Well, after all, that Uncle Yue is number one in your heart."

Although he said so, Liao Chengcheng was still worried, thinking that one day he must meet this Mr. Yue, and don't really bully An Baobao.

"You are also ranked first." Chu Lin'an comforted.

"I'm tied for first place with your Uncle Yue?" Liao Chengcheng felt that this was not bad.

"There are still several firsts." Chu Lin'an said, "You are all very important to me, so you are all ranked first."

Liao Chengcheng: "Do you know what Neptune means, baby?"

After all, just experienced the baptism of the Chinese version of Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales, Chu Lin answered in an instant: "The prince in the sea?"

"Forget you..." Liao Chengcheng was vomiting blood, "What about last night? How was it?" Liao Chengcheng asked what he was most concerned about, "Did I use what I taught you?"

Chu Lin'an recalled the embarrassment of last night, and couldn't help but clenched the fork in his hand, "Mr. Yue and I... didn't do it."

Liao Chengcheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and comforted, "Don't be discouraged, mature men, there are always a few days every month when you can't do it."

Chu Lin'an asked: "Really?"

Liao Chengcheng said: "I have experience in this, but that old bastard of mine is!"

Since it was not possible in the afternoon, the two finally made an appointment to watch a movie together in the evening.

The session around 8 o'clock should not be too late, because both of them have classes the next day.

A fairy tale is not very long, even if it is copied three times, it will not take too much time.

It took Chu Lin'an... two or three hours to finish writing the penalty copy seriously.

It was still early, but he didn't want to toss so late like yesterday, and finally fell asleep in the studio and asked Mr. Yue to carry him back to the bed, so he spent a few more hours to complete the portrait.

After dinner, Chu Lin'an booked a taxi.

Although Sheng Chuan had given him a number, which was assigned to his special car driver, he didn't bother him.

The place to watch movies is not in a mall, but an art center.

There are often drama and opera performances there, and the cinema is only a part of it. In addition, there are not many people going there to watch movies on non-weekends. The two easily bought a good seat in the middle.

After arriving at the place, Liao Chengcheng was already waiting for him at the door—the neck and half of the upper body were wrapped in a big scarf, and the cute little stalk was sticking out at the back of his head, and Chu Lin'an recognized him at a glance.

"An baby!" Liao Chengcheng, dressed in a ball, waved at him.

But there was a man standing next to Liao Chengcheng, tall, thin, handsome, bookish, his expression and facial features were different everywhere, but he was somewhat similar to Liao Chengcheng.

"You're here!" Liao Chengcheng came towards him angrily, hugged Chu Lin'an's arm and stuck it on, and quickly drew a line with the bastard next to him.

But the latter didn't care, and greeted Chu Lin'an who was meeting for the first time with a gentleman's courtesy, but just as he stretched out his palm, Liao Chengcheng knocked him down.

"Liao Cheng, don't make such a mess with my family." Liao Chengcheng rolled his eyes at his own brother with weight, "You say it's vulgar."

"Vulgar." Liao Cheng smiled slightly, with red phoenix eyes like a male fox walking out of a chat room, "But it works."

Chu Lin'an looked at the two of them, not knowing why.

"This is my brother." Liao Chengcheng said angrily, "As you can see, the man, the iron cock, is still a stalker."

"Stalker?" Chu Lin'an frowned.

He had encountered stalkers, several times, who were huge fans of his, and one of them threw a rock and smashed the glass in his hotel room.

Liao Chengcheng explained: "He knows that I'm your roommate. Yesterday your photo was reposted by the boss of YJ. As the opposite party, Weimei Entertainment of course wants to be near the water first."

It's really like what Heizi said [It's better to go to the entertainment industry if you are so beautiful, and play some motorcycles to harm others and yourself. 】

This time Chu Lin'an's face was taken in by the two bosses at the same time.

"But a dignified CEO actually followed me after being rejected by me! Dirty!" Liao Chengcheng glared at Liao Cheng upward.

"I'm wronged, brother." Liao Cheng pointed to the billboard at the entrance of the art center, "I'm here to see the ballet, and I booked the tickets a week ago."

[Tchaikovsky's "Sleeping Beauty" - XX Ballet World Tour. 】

"Oh." Liao Chengcheng was tired of staring, "Then you go, don't follow us."

"It's not too late to leave after getting to know each other." Liao Cheng looked at Chu Lin'an.

"Why do you want to know me?" Chu Lin put down Liao Chengcheng who was about to jump violently, and looked directly at the man in front of him.

"Because I know Xing Yue." Liao Cheng said.

Chu Lin'an suddenly opened his eyes wide.

The other party smiled, "Maybe we met at the funeral a few days ago."

"Who are you talking about?" Liao Chengcheng was full of question marks this time, "Who is Xing Yue? Could it be that Uncle Yue?!"

"I don't know about Mr. Yue." Chu Lin'an didn't know what the other party was up to, "You've found the wrong person."

"Don't look at me like that, I won't be able to take it if I'm too pretty." Liao Cheng took out a black card from his windbreaker pocket and handed it to Chu Lin'an, "I'm not here to find him, but you. Take it .”

The card is not ordinary and has a certain thickness.

There is no font on the surface, but a bronzing logo. It is estimated that you have to pull the small mechanism to see the information inside.

Chu Lin'an was vigilant, but did not answer.

"Don't think too complicated." Liao Cheng simply stuffed the business card into the breast pocket of Chu Lin'an's coat, "Just get to know each other, maybe we will see each other again in the future."

"I don't think so." Chu Lin'an said.

Liao Cheng smiled, "Ah, the time is almost up, I'll leave first, or my friend should be in a hurry." Then he turned around and waved to the two, "See you later."

"Bah!" Liao Chengcheng waved his fist at the farther and farther back, "What kind of friend! Which little fresh meat is kept under his hands is almost the same!"

"Aren't we almost up?" Chu Lin'an reminded.

——Let’s show Mr. Yue the things in the breast pocket before throwing them away.

"Damn, I almost forgot. But before going in..." Liao Chengcheng reached into the messenger bag with his gloved hand and groped for a long time, finally took out something and stuffed it into Chu Lin'an's arms.

"The equipment for you."

"Equipment?" Chu Lin'an was puzzled, why did the two brothers love to stuff him with things.

"Didn't the senior say that? If you want to take on jobs and make quick money, you need to practice tablet drawing. You don't have a digital board yet, baby."

Chu Lin'an's own board fell in Italy, and it was true that it was not used often before, and it was thrown in the corner to eat ashes.

"No, I still count on you to teach me how to ride a motorcycle."

Chu Lin'an looked into the other person's eyes and said seriously, "Thank you, I like it very much."

Liao Chengcheng was embarrassed by the sight, he let out an oops, and took Chu Lin'an's arm and walked towards the cinema.

At the same time, on the top floor of the Hilton Garden Hotel, in the Starry Sky Suite.

In front of the entire floor-to-ceiling windows, Xing Yue leaned on the sofa with his long legs crossed, his eyelashes drooping, overlooking the city like a king.

"Boss Xing, the conference room is ready. Mr. Qu is downstairs, and he will be in your room in about 5 minutes."

"Yeah." Xing Yue paused, and said, "He doesn't like strangers pushing wheelchairs, so help him."

"Alright Mr. Xing." Sheng Chuan said again, "Xiao Mister went out tonight, and he hasn't returned to the hidden mountain residence yet."

"Got it. Tell him I'm not going back tonight."

The author says:

1v1，1v1，1v1；

Say the important thing three times.

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Someday after the story.

Xing Yue: To clarify, I am not S.

Little Rose who endured a night of torture: Bastard, you have the guts to say it again QAQ...

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感谢在2020-12-0611:26:01-2020-12-0900:19:40期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 1 little stars;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：脆皮年糕蛤50瓶；呵呵呵10瓶；耽美爱好者……6瓶；洲州是大可爱5瓶；kwee2瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

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