docile pet

The author has something to say: Believe me, my protagonist can be separated by at most one chapter

In the bustling shopping mall, Fang Mian struggled to squeeze out the soft glass curtain with gift boxes of all sizes.

It was Christmas Eve again, and the clothing store next door was having a sale, and the clerk with antlers issuing cards was shouting at the door, and the merry-go-round in the children's entertainment area in the distance sang "Jingle Bells" again.

Fang Mian breathed out a cloud of steam, hesitating how to go back, approaching the evening rush hour, there are people everywhere, even if you take a taxi, you may have to queue for a long time.

Sudden.

"Dudu-"

There was a familiar car parked on the side of the road a few meters away, and looking at the license plate number, it seemed to be Fang Mian's own car.

Soon, the car window slowly lowered, revealing a young and handsome face: "Brother Mian, here!"

Fang Mian strode over in surprise: "Xiao Zhan, why are you here?"

Zhan Jingyang smiled, showing two small canine teeth: "I heard from Sister Tingting that you came to buy things in the mall, and I came here to pick you up."

"So kind?"

Fang Mian walked towards the back seat of the car, but Zhan Jingyang immediately said: "Don't sit in the back, sit in the front, Brother Mian, you always sit in the back seat, making me look like a driver..."

The complaint in his tone was too obvious, and Fang Mian couldn't shirk it anymore, so he smiled and said: "I just put the gift box in the back seat, there are too many things, how can I put them in the front."

Zhan Jingyang's eyes lit up immediately, and he turned his head while being pulled by the seat belt: "Christmas presents? Do you have mine? Do you have mine?"

"When was it without you?" Fang Mian laughed. He piled all the things he bought in the mall into the back seat, then closed the door and walked towards the co-pilot.

"But I'm leaving today..."

The luxury store across the street is renewing their advertising posters. They took down the faded poster of a certain actress and put a new poster on it. It is a rather wild-looking male model with shoulder-length curly hair and brown skin. , tough facial features.The drooping corners of his eyes should have made him look innocent and cute, but his unusually stern expression distanced him. Coupled with his broad shoulders and conspicuous muscle lines, wild male hormones rushed to his face.

Fang Mian stared at the poster for 5 minutes, Zhan Jingyang's noisy thoughts were still in his ears, but Fang Mian couldn't hear a word.

"Brother Mian, brother Mian?"

"Ah?" Fang Mian returned to his senses.

Zhan Jingyang dissatisfied: "What are you looking at, get in the car, we are going back."

"Ah, good." Fang Mian looked away and got into the co-pilot.

Along the way, Zhan Jingyang was peeking at Fang Mian beside him. He was obviously 30 years old and looked like a college student. His skin was fair and tender, his chin was pointed, and his soft short hair stuck to his face. The fragile expression shown can very arouse people's desire for protection.

Zhan Jingyang's Adam's apple twitched.

Fang Mian didn't seem to notice his small movements at all. When the car stopped at a red light, he asked Zhan Jingyang, "Have you signed a contract with X Animation Company?"

"Well, it was only signed last week." Zhan Jingyang said.

"It's pretty good. That company is considered a leader in the animation industry. When did you say you went for an internship?"

"After a year, the specific time will be notified."

"En." Fang Mian stopped the topic after a reply, and turned to ask Zhan Jingyang what he had for the hot pot tonight.

"What else can there be? It must be all meat. I really don't know why two girls, Sister Tingting and Schuman, love to eat meat so much..." Zhan Jingyang complained half-truthfully, and looked at Fang Mian again , "Brother Mian, I'm going to Shanghai next year."

"Well, didn't you just say that?" Fang Mian was fiddling with his mobile phone to reply to the message, whether he would listen to Zhan Jingyang's words.

Zhan Jingyang was upset, and he dragged out the end: "Brother Mian—stop playing with your phone and talk to you."

"Listen, tell me what's wrong." Fang Mian really put down his phone and looked at Zhan Jingyang.

Zhan Jingyang was delighted in his heart, he had already discovered that as long as he prolonged the ending and acted like a baby to Fang Mian, Fang Mian would be the first to listen to him no matter what he was doing.

"Brother Mian, would you like to go to Shanghai with me? Anyway, you are a freelance painter, and it's the same wherever you paint. You might as well move to Shanghai."

"What nonsense, my family is still here." Fang Mian laughed, seemingly not taking his words seriously.

Zhan Jingyang faltered and hawed for a long time, blushing and forced out a sentence: "But...but I can't bear you."

"Well, I really miss you too. If you still have a conscience, remember to come back to see me often." Fang Mian looked as usual, deliberately ignoring the ambiguous hints in his words, and continued to reply to the message with his head bowed.

Zhan Jingyang stopped talking.

Fang Mian secretly heaved a sigh of relief, the meeting between him and Zhan Jingyang was completely accidental.

Two years ago, Fang Mian took a walk in the garden near the community. Every time he ran out of inspiration, he would take a walk here. This habit has been going on for many years.The scenery here is very good, and there is a large artificial lake. There are often swans floating on the water, so college students from the nearby Academy of Fine Arts often come to sketch.

Zhan Jingyang is one of them, but he is different from other art students in that he dresses up differently and draws differently.

Compared with the art fan of most art students, he is more like a sports student. He wears shorts and vests all day long, has a cropped head, and has a healthy wheat-colored skin. He looks more suitable for holding a basketball than a paintbrush.

His paintings are also different. Others paint lakes, sunsets, pedestrians and road scenes. He paints the reflection of a grass on the lake, a cloud next to the sunset, and the feet of pedestrians on the street. Compared with panoramas, he paints For more obsessed with local.

Then one evening, Zhan Jingyang came to the park without a drawing board. He sat on the stone steps by the side of the road, crying while eating bread. Such a big boy, who seemed to be able to single out a group of punks in school, sat alone. Cried so sad in the park.

Fang Mian often sees the shadow of his past in those art students, so when he saw Zhan Jingyang's appearance, he walked over and gave him a cup of milk tea and a pack of tissues, but he didn't expect Zhan Jingyang to cry even more It was amazing, Fang Mian was forced to stay and continue to comfort him.

Knowing that Zhan Jingyang's family was not well off and his mother was seriously ill in bed, he asked Zhan Jingyang to work as an assistant in his studio. company.

Fang Mian has always regarded Zhan Jingyang as his past self. As long as he speaks, Fang Mian is always willing to give any help, but in the past six months, this child seems to have other thoughts, and Fang Mian is a little troubled. Also leaving soon.

When the two arrived at the studio, Zhu Ting and Liu Shuman had already eaten hot pot, and the living room was filled with steaming mist.

Two years ago, Fang Mian bought a duplex house in the city center with a loan, which he also used as a studio, and hired two assistants, Zhu Ting and Liu Shuman.

Zhu Ting followed Fang Mian as soon as the studio was established. She is more like Fang Mian's partner than an assistant. She is very capable in all aspects, whether it is painting or operation.

Liu Shuman came a little later. She was originally from the Chinese Department. After graduation, she worked as a secretary in a large company for two years. She suddenly realized that the meaning of her life was to draw comics, so she quit her job in a big city and went home to concentrate on learning painting. One day, after seeing Fang Mian's small studio looking for an assistant, he immediately applied.Usually after completing the tasks required by Fang Mian, she is still drawing her own cartoons, very serious and hardworking.

Zhan Jingyang is a student at school, and he doesn't have a lot of work here with Fang Mian, he is only considered a temporary worker, but he has worked for Fang Mian for nearly two years, so he can be regarded as a part of the studio.He just signed a new job last week, so everyone agreed to have a hot pot meal for him on Christmas Eve to celebrate.

"Why did you come back so late? If you're a little later, the soup will be finished." Zhu Ting greeted the two of them to sit down, and quickly filled Fang Mian's bowl with fast hairy belly. The last piece of hairy belly snatched from here."

Liu Shuman raised her head from the bowl, and her glasses were covered with fog. She waved her chopsticks and argued angrily: "Obviously you finished eating it! I only ate two pieces in total!"

Zhan Jingyang sat down beside Fang Mian: "Sister Tingting, where's my hairy belly?"

Zhu Ting pretended to be puzzled, and deliberately asked: "Aren't you a pet in our studio? How can a pet be on the table, go down!"

"Indeed." Liu Shuman seconded.

"Ah? Why are you doing this? Brother Mian..." Zhan Jingyang turned to Fang Mian.

Fang Mian held back a smile and gave him the hairy belly in his bowl, and said, "I'll give you this, I've never seen any pet that wants to eat hairy belly."

"Brother Mian!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The atmosphere at the dinner table was harmonious.

Although Zhu Ting is a girl, she has a lot of alcohol. She has wine at the dinner table. Halfway through the hot pot, almost everyone drank. Fang Mian drank the least, Zhu Ting the most, but the most drunk was Zhan Jingyang has been pulling Fang Mian to get drunk.

"Brother Mian, come with me to Shanghai, why don't you come with me..." Zhan Jingyang squinted his eyes on the table, dangling Fang Mian's sleeve with one hand.

"Don't make trouble." Fang Mian stood up to add food to the hot pot, and pushed his hand away.

Although Zhu Ting drank a lot, she was still sane. She squinted at Zhan Jingyang and laughed at him: "Why are you drunk like a clingy little pug, and you want Teacher Fang to accompany you to Shanghai? Don't want Teacher Fang to be your nanny?"

Zhan Jingyang shook his head vigorously: "I don't want Brother Mian to be my nanny, I want Brother Mian to be my wife!"

There was a sudden silence at the dinner table.

No one knew whether Zhan Jingyang was talking nonsense drunk or uttering the truth after drinking, but Zhu Ting reacted quickly, and she burst out laughing: "Our teacher Fang has a master, don't think about it."

Zhan Jingyang raised his head suddenly, with two blushes on his cheeks: "How is it possible! I have been in the studio for two years, how could I not know that Mr. Fang has a date!"

But at this time Liu Shuman also echoed: "Why don't you know, you have seen it before."

Zhan Jingyang was taken aback: "When did I see you?"

Zhu Ting winked at him: "Have you never seen Teacher Fang's computer desktop?"

Zhan Jingyang thinks slowly for a few seconds, he remembers that Fang Mian's computer desktop is a male model, Fang Mian likes his body proportions very much, and always refers to him when drawing the human body.

He breathed a sigh of relief: "This kind of thing doesn't count."

Zhu Ting jokingly said: "Why don't you count? You haven't seen how much your teacher Fang loves him? Computer background, mobile phone wallpaper, social software avatar... basically all the places where pictures can be used are him. Look at others That face, that figure, what do you compare it to?"

"Isn't this the same as Sister Schumann chasing stars? She still calls Aidou's husband all the time, does that count?" Zhan Jingyang argues.

Liu Shuman pushed his glasses: "Forget it."

Fang Mian: "Forget it."

"what?"

"Forget it." Fang Mian repeated it quite seriously, "He is my partner, I warn you not to pester me, my partner is very jealous."

Seeing Zhan Jingyang's expression as if he had eaten a fly, Zhu Ting and Liu Shuman laughed happily.