Please don't be so hard on me!

Although he refused in this way, Luo Minghan is obviously not someone who gives up so easily, especially on the premise that he is sure that Miao Cun likes him.Playing hard to get is fun, duplicity is trick, Luo Minghan has seen it a lot.

When Miao Cun received his WeChat for the first time, he spent a long time without remembering when he added it. Luo Minghan said, "While you are critically ill."

One second before being blacklisted, I received the "Compendium of Rose Conservation and Blooming Skills" sent by the other party. Miao Cun clicked on it, and it was full of dry goods, and Luo Minghan's profile picture was pleasing to the eye.

He clicked into the circle of friends, and felt that Luo Minghan was really boring. All he forwarded was information about technology, finance and the Internet, and he was not as careless as he appeared on the surface.Occasionally share daily life, mostly in the company, looks like a good boss, the rest is related to his brother Luo Yuanhe.

Although Luo Minghan is most annoyed that people confuse the two, he is actually very proud of his younger brother. He will share what awards he has won, what exhibitions he has participated in, and what prices he has auctioned.The smell of wine is also afraid of deep alleys, especially in the field of art. Real geniuses are poor, fake masters make a lot of money, and Luo Yuanhe's limelight is becoming more and more popular. This is also due to Luo Minghan's early planning and operation for him.

Miao Cun didn't know this, he was only fascinated by Mr. Luo in Luo Minghan's circle of friends.

In the middle of the night, he was dizzy after reading it, and with a slip of his hand, he liked his cover.

Miao Cun: ...

Damn.

At 01:30, Luo Minghan was still having a meeting on WeChat to discuss the plan. A cup of strong tea made him very energetic. When he saw the little red dot in the lower right corner, he clicked in and saw a line of reminder: "Miao Cun liked it your cover

"Boss?" the project leader called him, "Boss, what are you laughing at?"

Luo Minghan withdrew his unconscious low smile, cleared his throat and warned his subordinates: "Take care of yourself."

Didn't sleep at night, came to visit his circle of friends?Luo Minghan didn't catch him now, as a tacit understanding between each other, he only posted a new circle of friends, which was a desk interface, a stack of open documents and a pen, "Go to bed early."

Miao Cun cried out for help in his heart, and he was not stupid, so he naturally knew that Luo Minghan was shouting to him from across the air!

After Luo Minghan finished posting, he was so itchy that he clicked in three times a minute, just to see if Miao Cun liked it.

No, the whole fuck is a subordinate flattering.

He decided to greet Miao Cun late at night.

"You are not yet a friend with the other party, please verify the friend relationship with the other party first..."

Oh shit.

"4% is a conservative figure? Do you think that customers pay you tens of millions of consulting fees a year just to get a market figure that is so conservative that pigs can do it?! Find out the psychological expectations of customers and do it again!"

Project leader: "...No, this number..."

You yourself agreed 5 minutes ago...

Luo Minghan threw the pen coldly, and sneered: "Why, I changed my mind, can't I?"

Some people can still delete friends while liking his cover!

Deleting friends is cool, but Miao Cun forgot that Luo Minghan not only has his phone number, but also knows his home.The phone can be blocked, but the house has just paid half a year's rent, so he is not allowed to move if he says so.

The next day after evening self-study, Miao Cun was not surprised when he saw Luo Minghan at the entrance of the villa, he only had an absurd feeling in his heart like being approached by the plague god.

Luo Minghan probably came straight from the company, still wearing a shirt but no tie, holding a pot of Chinese roses in one hand, leaning against the lamppost and smoking a cigarette.The flower branches were fixed with newspapers, and he asked the gardener at home to drive them. What is it called... Juice Balcony?

Hearing the sound of the bicycle being locked, Luo Minghan raised his eyes, put out the cigarette in a gentlemanly manner, and said sorry.

Miao Cun lowered his head: "I don't know what you are apologizing for."

"I saw you looking at my circle of friends yesterday, and I was a little carried away. Did it disturb you? The phrase go to bed early is not for you, so don't be nervous."

If he blindly attacks, Miao Cun will be cold-hearted, but this person can advance and retreat freely and gracefully, and is best at retreating to advance.

Luo Minghan observed him, and found that Miao Cun's complexion was really better, and he was still a little hesitant.Sure enough, judging by his accuracy in seeing people, Miao Cun prefers softness to toughness, and he really likes his gentle gentleman.

"To express my apologies, I'll give you this potted flower to be with your potted flower, okay?"

Miao Cun turned the lock on the door, but there was no answer, Luo Minghan knew that he did not refuse.

He followed into the door and saw the unfinished oil painting at a glance.The last time I only glanced at it under the cloth, but this time I saw it suddenly, and I stood there in a daze.

He didn't think it was something a 19-year-old kid could draw.

At the age of 19, although Luo Yuanhe was proficient in technique, his style was uncertain and he could see the imitation style of some famous artists. On the contrary, Miao Cun could still practice his technique, but his style was already natural. In the art world, style is more representative of genius than technique.

"You—" Luo Minghan was at a loss for words for a while, his eyes blurred, and Miao Cun had already spread out his canvas, covering the entire easel.

"Put the flowers down, you can go, thank you for your kindness."

"Are you really a student in a vocational school, and you only learned oil painting as an amateur?" Luo Minghan asked with squinted eyes.

Miao Cun walked up to him and took it from him—or snatched the flower coldly, "Why, do you think I draw well?"

"Very good." Luo Minghan said pertinently.

Miao Cun raised the corner of his lips slightly, "You don't understand."

Luo Minghan didn't feel ashamed, nor did he feel offended, "I really don't understand it, but I just think that if you just draw for fun, it might be a bit of a waste of talent."

Luo Yuanhe also said this, but it was when Miao Cun was ten years old.Luo Minghan talked about it for nine years late, and Miao Cun's ears were already numb from hearing this kind of flattery.

"I've always wanted to put an oil painting in my company. If you have time, would you like to paint it for me? You pay for it."

Miao Cun stopped with the back of the flower in his arms, then turned around suspiciously, his eyes frowning, "Why don't you ask Mr. Luo to draw?"

Sure enough, he was a little money fan, knowing that it was a trap with malicious intentions, but he still stretched out his tentative claws.

Luo Minghan suppressed his laughter and forced himself to keep a gentleman's distance from him, "He's busy, and I can't afford his paintings."

Miao Cun tilted his chin, looked proud, and said briskly: "Okay, but I don't want to help you draw."

"why?"

"I think you want to chase me, but I don't want to have anything to do with you."

This is too blunt, and in Luo Minghan's eyes, it becomes flirting.It's done, where did he find such a pure, spicy and good at fishing?

"You don't need to refuse me in a hurry." Luo Minghan approached, his eyes locked on him, and his voice was deep and gentle: "If you need it, you can find me - people, or money, it doesn't matter."

Miao Cun was not short of money, and he didn't like him, so the matter was left alone.When it came to the final exam week, he had to hand in his works and papers, and prepare for general education and compulsory exams. Miao Cun wished he could spend 24 hours a day in the study room of the library, ignoring all the greetings from Luo Minghan.

Even though Luo Yuanhe is abroad, he still misses this student.When he received his WeChat message, Miao Cun was riding his bicycle back to the villa. It was ten o'clock in the evening, which was the time when the lights in the library were turned off.Paris is six hours ahead of here, and it is four o'clock in the morning.

Luo Yuanhe asked him: "Is there any difficulty in the final exam?"

Miao Cun asked him back, "Teacher, why haven't you rested yet?"

Luo Yuanhe dialed the video directly to him, and Miao Cun stopped the shared bicycle, and nervously plucked his hair before connecting.

"teacher."

Luo Yuanhe stayed up all night, with stubble on his chin, and he smiled unruly: "Didn't you call me Brother Luo when no one was around?"

Counting the days, it seems that I haven't seen Teacher Luo for almost two months.On the contrary, Luo Minghan sees him a lot, and every time there is always a moment, he will think him as Luo Yuanhe in a trance, but now that he sees the deity, he knows that the substitute is only a substitute after all.

Fortunately, the street lights were orange, so Miao Cun's blush could not be seen.He froze for a while, his depression was not obvious, and he changed his words and said, "Brother Luo."

"Is the final season busy?"

Miao Cun said "um", with a nasal sound, which sounded milky.

"That's why it's so late and still outside?"

Miao Cun immediately explained: "No, I just came out of the library and moved. I told you last time..."

Luo Yuanhe smiled, "Why are you nervous? You are an adult, these are your freedom."

He smiled elegantly and softly, his eyelashes cast a small shadow on his face under the warm light, it was completely different from Luo Minghan,

Because Luo Yuanhe didn't often take the initiative to dial the video, Miao Cun walked slowly while asking, "I'm looking for you so late, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing, I suddenly thought of you."

Miao Cun was stunned on the spot.The road in the middle of the night was empty, and he stood alone under the street lamp, like a lonely shadow.

"Thinking of you" is naturally different from "missing you", but Miao Cun presumptuously and disrespectfully interpreted it as "missing you".

"Teacher, I..."

Luo Yuanhe fell in love, and Miao Cun couldn't reveal his thoughts at will, so he could only restrain himself and say softly, "I also think of you occasionally."

Although I miss him, I have always restrained myself not to go to him, no matter if he is a student or a younger brother.

Luo Yuanhe showed him around the studio he had just settled down in the camera, and chatted with him all the time, telling interesting stories about his study tour and how good at talking Paris taxi drivers were, until Miao Cun safely entered the community.

"Miao Miao," Luo Yuanhe paused, through the camera, his eyes were gentle and full of worry, "Although I'm not in China, you can still come to me if you need anything."

Miao Cun lowered his face slightly, summoned up his courage for a long time, but still didn't ask him if he had a girlfriend, and if his girlfriend was pretty.He won't bother him, so don't know so carefully, otherwise the desire to spy with ulterior motives will make Miao Cun feel dirty.

Luo Yuanhe brought up the old matter again, and asked him nonchalantly, "The day I left, why didn't you come to see me off?"

It seemed like months had passed and he was still thinking about it.

Turning the corner, before the gate of the villa came into view, two long figures under the street lamp revealed that there were guests coming.Miao Cun's first reaction was Luo Minghan, who was so nervous that he hung up before answering.He was afraid that Luo Minghan at the door would recognize his younger brother's voice.

"It's really late for you to go home—" A lazy voice interjected, Miao Cun raised his head, the tension was gone, and he frowned instead: "Miao Cong?"

Miao Cong threw down the cigarette butt and stomped it out with a pair of trendy and expensive sneakers.

With a cold face, Miao Cun put the phone back into his pocket and asked coldly, "What are you doing here?"

Miao Cong smiled hippie: "It's too late, the school has a curfew, can you lend me a night?"

There was also a girl standing beside him, wearing a pleated skirt and a high school uniform, but her clothes were loose and loose, and she could be seen as a man's style at a glance.

Miao Cun understood that Miao Cong was looking for him to have sex.