Please don't be so hard on me!

The situation was weird, and anyone with long eyes knew that it was time to retreat.

The male publicist hesitated for a moment, "Then Mr. Luo..."

He still wanted to say hello before leaving, because Luo Minghan didn't look at him just now, and now that he was awake, the male publicist wanted to improve his favorability before leaving, but Luo Minghan ignored him, as if he didn't hear him, and only followed Miao Cun back.

Aunt Qian tried her best to wink at the male publicist, telling him to leave quickly.

The male publicist took two steps downstairs, shook his head and smiled, it's really interesting, I didn't expect such a high-ranking person like Luo Minghan to be a strict wife.

"Why did Miaomiao come here?"

"I took a taxi here after calling me," Aunt Qian still wanted to ask, complaining to him in a rambunctious manner: "I thought you asked him to come here, how far it is from the university town at night, he will come here tomorrow." There's still an eight o'clock morning class."

The smell of perfume on the male publicist's body was too strong, and the old man helped him to walk a few steps, and he was dizzy and wrinkled his nose from the smoke.Luo Minghan broke away from her, and walked up the stairs in three steps at a time.

"Hey—you change your clothes first!" Aunt Qian stretched her arms and called out behind her.

Luo Minghan ignored him and ran straight to the master bedroom.The door was open, the lights were dark, he walked lightly, and only found out when he was in front of the bed that Miao Cun didn't intend to sleep with him.Luo Minghan knocked on the door of the second bedroom, with a downcast face, "Are you asleep?" His voice was very low, afraid that Miao Cun would be disturbed by the noise.

There was a rustling sound from behind the door, the footsteps were neither too fast nor too slow, and when the door opened, Miao Cun asked a little tiredly, "What's the matter?"

Luo Minghan didn't know what to say for a while, pulled his tie, and asked Aunt Qian again: "Why are you here suddenly?"

Miao Cun didn't know why he came here, after all, Luo Minghan didn't need someone to take care of him.He guessed that he might have disturbed Luo Minghan's interest, because Lily or the driver had sent him back in the past, since he acquiesced to the male publicist to send him back this time, maybe he wanted to develop something.

He came over suddenly, quite ignorant.

"There's a box of brushes left here, I need to use it tomorrow," Miao Cun casually made an excuse, "I'll pick it up by the way."

Luo Minghan's heart tightened, he was silent for a while, and asked cautiously: "Would you like to go back to the room with me?" He took Miao Cun's hand, leaned over to hug him, Miao Cun was stunned for a moment, and retreated reflex He took a step, and withdrew his hand neatly.

The feeling of being lost in the embrace was uncomfortable, Luo Minghan was slow to react, and only kept stunned on his face. After a long time, he gradually showed a hurt look.

"Does it smell like alcohol?" He smiled, not knowing whether he was making excuses for Miao Cun or himself, he took a step back on his toes, very consciously.

Miao Cun nodded, "Go take a shower, I have to get up early tomorrow, good night."

Seeing that the door was about to close, Luo Minghan desperately supported the door, preventing Miao Cun from closing the door.

"Miaomiao." He called him in a hoarse voice, his Adam's apple swallowed and rolled, "That person just dropped me off on the way."

Miao Cun gave a "hmm", as if he believed what he said, and had no intention of going deeper.

Luo Minghan really wanted to ask him, are you angry, jealous and unhappy, but even though he was so drunk, he still deeply remembered that Miao Cun didn't like him asking, he didn't like being aggressive To test him to make him care about himself.

"Any thing else?"

"You..." No matter how eloquent and eloquent and good at negotiating and manipulating people's mouth, it became clumsy at this moment. Luo Minghan barely kept himself awake, and asked smartly: "Are you not angry?"

Miao Cun's gaze stayed on his face for a few seconds.

Luo Minghan really turned him off, because Miao Cun clearly knew that he was not in a good mood at this moment, and his heart seemed to be blocked by something, making it difficult for him to even breathe smoothly, and it was not pleasing to his eyes.

Was it because of this incident that you were angry?Doesn't that mean that he cares about Luo Minghan?

This is wrong, because he and Luo Minghan are just playing with each other, and at most add a little understatement of the past, which is almost forgotten by each other, and he is willing to degenerate and selfishly treat Luo Minghan as Luo The teacher's stand-in, why should he be jealous because of Luo Minghan?It was Luo Minghan, not Luo Yuanhe, who was sent back by the male publicist in the middle of the night.

Luo Minghan was tensed by Miao Cun's gaze, and his hand holding the door tightened, with a layer of bluish white on his finger bones, waiting for his answer.

Miao Cun figured out which layer, and smiled: "Of course not."

Aunt Qian prepared the bath water for him as usual, as well as the hangover soup, and asked tentatively at the stairs: "Mr. Luo, why don't you drink the soup first? Let it cool down later."

Luo Minghan turned around to answer him, loosened his hand, and with a click, the door was closed by Miao Cun lightly.

I was used to sleeping with people in my arms, but suddenly I fell down, and I couldn't fall asleep because of tossing and turning.Luo Minghan was tortured until three o'clock, half awake and half stunned, and couldn't help getting up to find Miao Cun.Miao Cun didn't lock the door, slept deeply, breathing long and steadily.

Luo Minghan's mind was ruined by wine, and even seeing him sleeping on his side obediently covered with a thin quilt, he found it cute. He touched him lightly, and forcibly pulled him into his arms, kissing his eyes and cheeks while kissing his eyes and cheeks. Tightly and tightly hugged.

Miao Cun's height is [-], thin but not slender, and every bone feels light and delicate. When Luo Minghan hugs him, he always thinks in a trance, if Miao Cun can grow in his bones It's fine, the meridian is connected with the meridian, and the pulse is connected with the pulse. He will hear the voice in Miao Cun's heart, and there may be a pronunciation about love in it.

When he woke up the next day, Miao Cun had already gone back to school.Aunt Qian hadn't had time to clean up the clothes left behind last night. When Luo Minghan returned to the bedroom, he smelled a strong smell of perfume.

It was left on him by the male publicist, full of the pungent and cheap fragrance of cosmetics and flowers, no matter how much wine he drank, it couldn't cover it up.

Luo Minghan's heart sank, and he found Aunt Qian: "Did I smell any strange perfume on me last night?"

"It's okay, it's really strong," Aunt Qian said pertinently, "I can smell it five steps away, so you don't know if you smell it for a long time."

No wonder Miao Cun took a step back and didn't want him to hug him.

Luo Minghan's heart was sore and tight, and he called immediately impulsively.Miao Cun had just entered the studio and sat down. When he picked it up, he asked straight to the point: "Is there anything wrong? Class will start soon."

"The perfume last night..."

Miao Cun stopped his topic: "I said it's okay and don't care, don't test me anymore." The students entered the studio one after another, and he hung up hastily.

Aunt Qian probably knew what Luo Minghan was worried about, and persuaded him empathetically, "It's okay, Miaomiao is not angry, how can he look angry at all?"

Luo Minghan smiled and squeezed the phone tightly.

After work, Guan Yingtao asked him to drop by the clubhouse to get some wine, saying that a few bottles of whiskey from old factories had just arrived from abroad, and there were not many hard goods in the auction house.For this batch of wine, Guan Yingtao specially set up a high-end bureau, a wine tasting party, and on-site lectures by international professional sommeliers. The core members of the circle came, and it was a good time to exchange information.Luo Minghan went over after work, and the hangover was still there, so he just took a few sips and scolded Guan Yingtao for messing with his assignee yesterday.

"Miaomiao is angry?" Guan Yingtao laughed happily, and patted his heart with the back of his hand gloatingly: "Your family is hard to coax at first sight."

"No gas." Luo Minghan went back sarcastically, and also showed off: "I slept in my arms last night."

"No gas?" Guan Yingtao searched for a while, then gave a thumbs up: "That's awesome, my sister-in-law is big!"

"What the hell," Luo Minghan said annoyed, "Don't bark."

"You have mentioned your wife, and you are not allowed to call me sister-in-law. What's the matter, the younger siblings? Taking advantage of you, aren't you?"

"roll."

"Don't, to be honest, brother, I envy you very much," Guan Yingtao rolled up his sleeves, revealing a long and slender red mark: "Look."

Others also came over, "Did the cat scratch it?"

Guan Yingtao bit her cigarette and squinted her eyes: "Wanwan scratched her, she started arguing with me when she got home late, scratched my back, it's much worse than a cat."

"Oh," everyone laughed tacitly, "It's pretty wild, Mr. Guan."

Guan Yingtao gave a "tsk" and shook her head, "Come on, let me just say it, we are Wan Wan, we are good at anything, but we are jealous, it is really difficult to serve!"

It can be heard that Guan Yingtao is in Versailles, how can there be no reason not to support him?

"I can't learn Mr. Luo's wrist style. As soon as I am a rough person, I like to be jealous. It's good to be jealous. Being jealous means that you are in your heart and you care about you. That's called possessiveness, right," begged the people around her. Echoed, "Only possessiveness can ghostwriter have love, otherwise two people don't care if the other party is messing around. It sounds like an open relationship, but it's a partnership to live together!"

The atmosphere was so ambiguous and lively, no one noticed that Luo Minghan's face was extremely ugly.

Guan Yingtao was indeed caught in the heart by this flattery, but he didn't step on Luo Minghan to show his affection for himself, and immediately circled around to smooth things over: "Don't, don't, there is another kind, either you really don't eat it, or you pretend to be good. In fact, I'm very jealous, I think Miaomiao is, right Mr. Luo?" He poured wine for Luo Minghan flatteringly, "He is young and depends on you, I think he is afraid of causing trouble, you should think he is not good Sensible."

Luo Minghan didn't listen to a word.

He couldn't understand how Guan Yingtao persuaded him to drink, and how the people around him laughed and babbled a series of nasty words.

How could he be so restless.

In the second half, the sommelier started the class again, and after 2 minutes of speaking, Luo Minghan finally couldn't bear it anymore, picked up his suit and got up.

"Mr. Luo?" the sommelier asked in surprise, and looked at the manager Guan Yingtao for help.

Luo Minghan ignored any inquiries and persuasion, and left the table, only hurriedly saying "We will meet again sometime".

Miao Cun was packing up his painting materials and luggage for sketching, halfway through packing, when he heard the door open, he didn't take it seriously when he knew that it was Luo Minghan who came back, and just continued to stack the paint boxes.When he stood up to pick up something, he was suddenly hugged tightly by Luo Minghan from behind.

"What's the matter?" Miao Cun smiled hesitantly, "Why did you come back so early? I thought you would come back very late."

Luo Minghan tightened his arms: "It's nothing, I just miss you very much all of a sudden."

Miao Cun tried to leave his embrace, but struggled lightly, but Luo Minghan hugged him closer as if stimulated: "Don't move, let me hold you for a while."

He kissed Miao Cun's neck and cheek, and said without words: "I'm leaving tomorrow, have you packed your luggage?"

"almost."

"Say hello to my aunt when I see you."

"it is good."

Luo Minghan asked in a low voice: "...will you miss me?"

"It's only been three days."

Luo Minghan smiled, "Indeed." After a while, he buried his face in Miao Cun's neck and sniffed his breath, "But I've already started thinking about it now."

Miao Cun didn't know what kind of drama he was up to, he was still playing the show yesterday, but today he was so affectionate again.I also thought of Luo Minghan's attitude of playing strategy games from the beginning, and now he is probably just repeating the old tricks.

"Miaomiao," Luo Minghan was quiet for a long time this time, his every nerve and every blood vessel was burned like magma by impulsiveness, he maintained the posture of hugging Miao Cun from behind, and asked in a desperate voice: "We Can I get married?"

His mother was right, if he missed Miao Cun, he would regret it for the rest of his life, regret it for the rest of his life, and suffer for the rest of his life.

Just thinking about the possibility that the two of us will never see each other again will make us sleepless all night.

Why can he just watch Miao Cun go to France and choose to let go?Doesn't Miao Cun like him at all?Yes, Luo Minghan knew, felt, yes.

When he called him brother Luo, when he looked at him intently with a smile in his eyes, when he was stroking his Adam's apple when he was soaked in sweat, he always wore the bracelet he gave him.

As long as Miao Cun has a little liking for him in his heart, he has the confidence to last his whole life.

So why let it go?

But he was probably out of his imagination, because he obviously felt that Miao Cun's body froze.

"It's sudden, isn't it?" Luo Minghan himself laughed, "It seems quite sudden."

Because it was a hug from behind, he couldn't see Miao Cun's expression, and Miao Cun couldn't see his.

"I'm going to France right now, that school won't want me."

For such a tactful refusal, Luo Minghan only regarded it as a daunting problem, so as long as it is resolved, everything will be fine.

"I can wait for you." His Adam's apple rolled away, Luo Minghan retreated to the bottom line and said, "I can also go to Europe to accompany you, just take two years of rest."

Miao Cun said word by word: "Brother Luo, I went to France, maybe I won't come back."

For a long time, I couldn't think deeply about the question, and if I thought about it for a while, my heart would be paralyzed with pain. At this moment, Miao Cun said the answer in a straightforward and accurate manner.

He will never come back.

The feeling of being pierced by a sharp knife in the heart was so vivid that the edges of Luo Minghan's pupils were slightly dizzy with pain.

"Brother Luo," Miao Cun turned his face away and smiled, "Have you always used marriage to scare people? I'm not Xi Xiaohan, you don't have to scare me like that, I will leave consciously."

"how do you know--"

"He told me that he may have misunderstood, thinking that you love me very much, I love you very much, so I can't wait to expose your true colors."

Later, holding the good news from the official website of Miao Cun Academy of Fine Arts, he laughed so hard that tears flowed down his face.

"It turns out that Luo Minghan met you, it was his blessing."

Miao Cun broke free from Luo Minghan's arms, looked at him, stretched out his hand for the first time to touch Luo Minghan's face, and then kissed him.

"It was you who taught me. If the fate is broken, there is no need to chase after it."

Sketching is in a neighboring province, and air tickets are very cheap. The courtyard issued a notice to let the students meet at the airport security checkpoint by themselves.Luo Minghan personally drove Miao Cun to the airport, and he could only stop for 2 minutes. He could only kiss the corner of Miao Cun's lips hastily.Miao Cun picked up his luggage, bent down and waved to him, as a farewell to everyone.

The car moved slowly, staggering with Miao Cun's figure walking into the airport hall, and in the rearview mirror, his figure with a painting tube on his back became smaller and smaller.

At that moment, he had a strong intuition in his heart.

This seems to be the last day he has Miao Cun.

Because this weird thought tormented him so much that he called Miao Cun from the overhead.

"Why don't you take another plane."

Miao Cun was puzzled: "Huh?"

"I'm afraid of an accident on the plane."

Miao Cun was speechless and smiled: "Thank you for your blessing, it's very unique."

Luo Minghan's heart tightened, and he got angry with him for the first time: "Don't make such a joke."

"Okay," the classmates were chatting together, and Miao Cun stood a little far away, "I know you don't want me, I will miss you, 10 minutes a day, goodbye."

Only then did Luo Minghan relax a little.When he returned to the jump floor, it was just after eight o'clock in the morning. When the gate of the underground parking lot opened, he saw a familiar figure standing on his right.The wind was so strong that it made his hair messy.

It's Miao Cong.

Miao Cong obviously knew his license plate, or simply waited for him here on purpose, so he even waved at him.

Luo Minghan slammed on the brakes, and the car window was lowered. He had a half-smile, "Looking for your brother?"

"Looking for you."

Luo Minghan looked at his expression, and said playfully: "I don't remember what relationship I have with you."

Miao Cong's face turned blue, and his eyes were far from the domineering simplicity of the day Luo Minghan and him first met.He stared at Luo Minghan's face strangely, and after a while, he said, "Do you know that you look a lot like your younger brother? Do you have a younger brother named Luo Yuanhe who teaches at the Academy of Fine Arts."

·

It was still five o'clock in the morning on Luo Yuanhe's side. When he received a call from Luo Minghan, he rubbed his temples to wake up for a while before asking, "What's the matter?"

"The kid we picked up before, is he okay now?"

Luo Yuanhe didn't hear anything unusual, sighed quietly and laughed: "Why do you suddenly want to care about him?"

Luo Minghan was inexplicably anxious, he took a breath, and asked slowly and difficultly: "Let me ask you, how is he doing?"

"It's very good. Didn't I tell you that I'm studying at the Academy of Fine Arts. If everything goes well, I will go to France with me in the second half of the year or next year."

The phone call was quiet for a long time, so long that Luo Yuanhe thought the signal was cut off.

"What's his name?" Luo Minghan struggled to breathe, and the black shadows in front of him squeezed out these words from his chest and heart, "...what's his name, his real name."

"Miao Cun," Luo Yuanhe read his name softly, as if introducing his belongings and treasures, "his name is Miao Cun."