Chapter 21 Routine Wang Feng Zong (1)
The two were close together, and Lin Xiaozhu could feel the heat coming from each other.
He raised his head blankly and looked at the man.
Feng Jingbo leaned down and kissed him.
"Hmm...don't..."
Lin Xiaozhu obediently let him play with it at first, but slowly, he felt a little breathless. He raised his hand and pushed the man on him, trying to get rid of the current predicament.
Feng Jingbo changed his past gentle style, grabbed his wrist with one hand and restrained him; the other hand clasped the back of his head tightly, locking him tightly around him.
Lin Xiaozhu couldn't continue to resist, he could only let him play with it, bullying and bullying wantonly.
After a long time, Feng Jingbo finally let go of Lin Xiaozhu. His eyes were dark and there was no sign of contentment. When he looked at Lin Xiaozhu, his eyes were as fierce as a wolf.
As soon as Lin Xiaozhu was released, he immediately rushed out. He walked to the door and stood against the wall, gasping for breath.
After calming down, he glared at Feng Jingbo resentfully: "Old Gong, you are too much, I and I were almost suffocated to death!"
"No." Feng Jingbo sneered, "How can I be willing?"
fraud!
Lin Xiaozhu pouted, he walked to the bedside table, flipped through it, and took out a box of milk. It was prepared by Feng Jingbo. In order to feed Lin Xiaozhu anytime and anywhere, he put a few boxes of milk in the rooms he frequented.
Lin Xiaozhu shoved the milk directly into Feng Jingbo's hands: "Here. If you want to drink milk in the future, just take it directly. You don't need to make a special trip to find me."
Feng Jingbo was stunned for a second, and quickly reacted.
He held the milk carton, breathless with laughter.
Does he like milk? What he likes is bamboo shoots, but the bamboo shoots just smell like milk.
Lin Xiaozhu was still sulking in his heart, so he ignored Feng Jingbo and went straight to the living room to play.
Feng Jingbo's eyes darkened, thinking about how to continue to enter the heart of a certain bamboo shoot.
——Night
, starry night.
Lin Xiaozhu entered the bathroom to wash. He put on clean pajamas and walked to the sink to brush his teeth, when he was stunned.
The lips of the person in the mirror were red, as if they had been stared at by some insect, and were slightly swollen.
Lin Xiaozhu's eyes dimmed instantly, he brushed his teeth and washed his face listlessly, and then lay on the bed like a salted fish.
Feng Jingbo naturally noticed Lin Xiaozhu's unhappy appearance.
"Xiaozhu, what's the matter?" Feng Jingbo pulled the man into his arms and was about to coax him when he was pushed away.
Lin Xiaozhu glared at him fiercely, like a fried rabbit.
"Do you still want to ask? It's all your fault!" Lin Xiaozhu pointed at his red and swollen lips, "Look, you've made me ugly. If I don't recover tomorrow, how can you let me meet people?
" Bamboo shoot is not a stinky goblin, but he doesn't want to be embarrassed everywhere with an ugly face.
"Xiaozhu, I was wrong." Feng Jingbo said, but he couldn't help laughing.
Xiaozhu's focus was actually on appearance...
Lin Xiaozhu was so embarrassed that he put his phone on the bedside table, pulled up the quilt and covered his head before going to bed.
"Old Gong, you are still laughing at me today! I won't do it with you today, I'm going to sleep." Lin Xiaozhu turned his back to Feng Jingbo with a firm attitude.
It is said on the Internet that this kind of punishment is very effective, and the other party will learn from it and will not easily repeat it in the future.
Looking at his back, Feng Jingbo was about to burst into laughter.
"Okay, Xiaozhu, good night." Feng Jingbo turned off the bedside lamp and also lay down to sleep.
Lin Xiaozhu couldn't help but look back at the man beside him, full of confusion in his heart.
Why does he feel that Lao Gong seems to be enjoying this punishment, delusion?
How could the pure Lin Xiaozhu know that his big-tailed wolf was always thinking about how to avoid tonight's pornography session before going to bed. After all, he is not a saint, and if he continues like this, sooner or later, he will not be able to resist eating a certain bamboo shoot without any residue left!
——Monday
finally came, and Lin Xiaozhu started working again. When he wakes up today, his appearance has recovered, Lin Xiaozhu is very happy and feels full of motivation.
His current job is to make a new song.
The song production process is very cumbersome, but Xingyao Entertainment has a big business and many professionals. The singer only needs to be responsible for singing. If the singer has the ability to arrange and write lyrics, he can also choose to participate in more work.
In a music production building of Shining Star Entertainment, 12 singers and several other teachers gathered in a discussion room on one floor.
As a special guest, Lin Feiyu also attended. When he came, he caused a stir.
Hu Fuguang poked Lin Xiaozhu lightly with his elbow: "Look, Master Lin is here! I didn't expect that I would be able to get his guidance in my lifetime. I'm so happy!
" , me too."
Because of his guilty conscience, he spoke in a very low voice. Hu Fuguang didn't have any doubts, after all, they were whispering, and it was abnormal for them to be loud.
Lin Feiyu glanced around, caught a glimpse of Lin Xiaozhu's familiar face, conditioned reflex, and blurted out: "General..." Hello, Mrs. President!
A pair of blank and admiring eyes moved over and stared at Lin Feiyu. These young people sat upright, ready to listen to the teachings of their predecessors.
Lin Feiyu was excited: "...cough, in general, writing a song is not difficult. One of the big points is inspiration. Let me share with you my source of inspiration: life. Produce a song within a month..."
Lin Feiyu quickly adjusted his state and began to lecture.
Today is a lecture and a release task. If students have any questions, they can ask the teacher immediately. From tomorrow, the singers will finalize the theme, communicate with other producers, and start making songs.
Lin Xiaozhu took out a small notebook and took notes carefully.
In fact, these points were also mentioned by Lin Feiyu in his lectures. He also had it in his notebook, but if he didn't take notes, it would be too much of a standout.
Lin Feiyu was a very busy person, and left after speaking to the students for more than an hour. The rest of the tasks are left to other teachers to handle.
"Okay. We have explained everything that should be explained, and then it's up to you. I am looking forward to your work, come on." Teacher Zhou said with a smile, cheering everyone on.
Hu Fuguang drew one after another on the notebook, and abruptly turned a piece of white paper into a ghost painting, and he could take it out and stick a zombie after dyeing it. He frowned and sighed: "Xiaozhu, I haven't figured out what to do right now, do you have any clues?
" Lin Xiaozhu 's
ears were slightly red, and he said shyly, "I-I plan to write a song for my old gong." "
Single dog Hu Fuguang: "...you, come on. "
"Hmm! You too. Actually, I think there are still a lot of subjects, aren't you good at singing those youthful songs? You might as well take the ups and downs of our previous training class as the theme. "
Hu Fuguang slapped his head: "Good suggestion! "
Hu Fuguang suddenly had an idea, wrote and painted in the notebook, and constantly improved his ideas.
Lin Xiaozhu had already started preparations, and the preparations were almost completed by now. Others are either thinking hard or writing and writing to improve their ideas, and he alone picks up a small book and takes the lead in communicating with the production team.
During the production of the whole song, Lin Xiaozhu only participated in the composition, singing and MV shooting. The rest of the work is left to the production team.
The production team is just a general term. In fact, there are many people with different jobs, and everyone is good at different areas. Out of concern, Liu Feng also dispatched today and has been waiting by the side to serve Lin Xiaozhu at any time.
"Hot and wild love? There are producers who are good at style, but..." Liu Feng frowned, his eyes wandering over Lin Xiaozhu's body.
She looks beautiful and cute, her skin is fair and tender, and her voice is ethereal and pure... No matter how you look at it, it doesn't have anything to do with the wild!
Lin Xiaozhu tilted his head and asked puzzled: "Is there anything?"
"Of course! You are the biggest problem as a singer. Are you sure you are suitable for this type of song?"
"Why not? My voice is The sound of nature, but naturally there are not only gentle winds and drizzles, but also strong winds and showers. I am not as good as you think." Lin Xiaozhu insisted, "Let's go to my temporary studio, and I will sing to you."
Liu Feng thought about it for a while . Answered, responded.
The layout of the temporary studio is very simple. This is a place for meetings and discussions, and professional equipment is in other rooms. Lin Xiaozhu looked at the score he wrote stroke by stroke and sang aloud.
As soon as Lin Xiaozhu's voice sounded, Liu Feng's body shook, and he stared at the person in front of him in a stunned manner.
This voice was completely different from his previous singing of "Bamboo Love". If he had witnessed it with his own eyes, he would not have guessed that the singer was his artist Lin Xiaozhu!
After the song was over, Liu Feng couldn't help but applaud him.
"This song is good, and you can sing it well. Go for it, I have nothing against you. However, if you create a song with a similar style to the previous one, you will be more likely to become a fan. This is not a good time for you to seek a change, why? How to do it?" Liu Feng didn't understand.
Lin Xiaozhu held the notebook, and there seemed to be stars twinkling in the deer-like eyes.
"Because, because Lao Gong was so kind to me, I want to do something for him."
Although Lao Gong did "bad things" last night, it made him unhappy. However, the husband and wife fought at the head of the bed, and when he woke up today, he had already forgiven Lao Gong. For so long in the past, Lao Gong has been very good to him, and he will not hate Lao Gong because of one thing.
If Feng Jingbo saw this scene, he would probably be unable to restrain himself from hugging him and kissing him fiercely!
——The
night falls, and the stars are shining outside the window.
In the bedroom, the light was still on. Lin Xiaozhu nestled in Feng Jingbo's arms and skillfully took out his mobile phone.
Feng Jingbo also took out his mobile phone and clicked on the Weibo page.
Lin Xiaozhu put Xiao Huang Pian's hand for a while, and his attention was drawn away by the information on Weibo.
This is a collection of fan works, the theme is Lin Xiaozhu's song "Bamboo Love". The top ten people can get prizes of varying value.
Lin Xiaozhu's eyes fell on the 10,000 yuan reward for the first place, and he was silent.
"I thought you planned to let go after you dealt with the last marriage. I didn't expect you to continue to be a professional fan, and you even paid for the fan art competition... Lao Gong, I'm just starting out, and I don't have many fans. Don't waste your money, my basic salary is only so much, it doesn't add up to your prize money."
Lin Xiaozhu was a little frustrated.
He's a real loser. He worked hard, and he dared to start his career, but he didn't make a lot of money. However, Lao Gong posted a lot of money for his career.
After working for so long, the family lost money!
"Xiaozhu, the initial investment is necessary. Otherwise, when you become popular and the fans have a certain scale, it will be more difficult for me to take over. If Fantou is a fool, leading the fans to do things, your reputation will also suffer. Influence."
"But..." Lin Xiaozhu pursed his lips, "Now, it's still too early." Anyway
, let him earn some money first.
"Xiaozhu, you also know that although the marriage is over, but those black fans seem to have trouble finding something to do, so they just like to scold you for venting their anger. Xiaozhu, I can't bear it!"
Feng Jingbo's eyes were full of anger, he Taking a deep breath, he gently patted Lin Xiaozhu on the shoulder: "Xiaozhu, I will protect you."
His eyes were firm, with a reassuring breath, and Lin Xiaozhu felt warm in his heart.
"Actually...I don't care about these things either. They just scold them." Lin Xiaozhu whispered, "You are already busy enough with business affairs, Lao Gong, and you still have to spend time on these things.
" Is it their turn to bully?" Feng Jingbo hooked his lips, leaned down, and approached Lin Xiaozhu.
The distance between the two was so close that Lin Xiaozhu could clearly hear each other's breathing.
Lin Xiaozhu felt that something was wrong, but couldn't think of a reason. He simply didn't think about it, blinked his big clear eyes, and said in a low voice, "Old Gong, you are so kind."
Feng Jingbo gave him a deep look, raised his hand and gently touched the broken piece on Lin Xiaozhu's forehead. send.
"There's no way, you're so annoying. I'm not good to you, but to whom?"
This seems to be strange, is it because you are overly concerned?
In front of him was the man he trusted the most, so Lin Xiaozhu naturally had nothing to guard against. He quickly put down his doubts, raised a smile, and his eyes flashed with moving light: "Old Gong, you are so kind. I will give you a big fat bamboo shoot~"
Feng Jingbo, who was full of love and love, said: " ...Well. It's getting late, so go to sleep."
Feng Jingbo directly put Lin Xiaozhu's phone aside and urged Lin Xiaozhu to sleep. Lin Xiaozhu saw that Lao Gong was not interested or reluctant, and fell asleep obediently.
On the side, Feng Jingbo was looking at him, his dark eyes full of possessiveness.
A certain bamboo shoot still doesn't know that a gentle trap against him has been slowly rolled out...
——Lin
Xiaozhu's work speed is too fast, which has put enormous pressure on the other 11 people. In particular, Sun Yuanfeng, who had previously ranked first in the training class, had high hopes for him, but was overwhelmed by Lin Xiaozhu at the end of the day.
He has no other job than the current resources obtained from his achievements and the cooperation with the company that his agent helped him win over. He didn't know who was guilty. The resources released by the company every month fell into the hands of others. Although he is considered an old man, he has only obtained a few decent resources. "Don't be too impatient, you can do it. I heard that Lin Xiaozhu has changed his style of composition this time, and it is the style that is the least suitable for him. Just play well, he is not a threat." The agent patted him on the shoulder, comforted. Sun Yuanfeng clenched the nib of his pen: "I decided not to compose the music myself, and let a professional composer do it. I will spend all my time on singing and dancing." Although the agent said that Lin Xiaozhu was not good, Sun Yuanfeng still did not relax. He made use of his strengths and circumvented his weaknesses, vowing to crush Lin Xiaozhu under him! Lin Xiaozhu, who was missed by Sun Yuanfeng, had just finished communicating with the composer, and was packing up and preparing to go home. Liu Feng swiped on Weibo: "Xiaozhu, your first song was very successful. Many people were attracted and became your fans. Among them, there was a local tyrant fan, who paid for your activities for you." Lin Xiaozhu leaned over to take a look, and unsurprisingly saw a familiar ID name. "Brother Liu, this is my old gong's account. He said he was worried that my fans would mess up, so he made an account..."
Liu Feng looked at the prizes above, then glanced at the fan base, and began to estimate. Finally, he sighed: "Rich people, kneel down." A
rich man was staying in his study for a while. He stood in front of the drawing board and slowly filled in the details of the picture with beautiful colors. it is good.
Next to the skateboard is a chair with a laptop on it. On the computer screen is the moving picture of Lin Xiaozhu raising his head slightly and bathing in the light of the sky in "Love in Bamboo"...
This painting, Feng Jingbo has been secretly painting for a while.
He is the boss of the company and is not affected by working hours. In the past, I went to work on time just because I liked a regular life. Now that he has other thoughts, he doesn't spend his free time on business, but returns home and slowly paints the appearance of his sweetheart.
The next step is the work of the production team. Lin Xiaozhu has to practice songs and wait for singing.
Lin Xiaozhu took the car and returned home early.
"Young madam, you came back so early today?" The housekeeper greeted him with a smile, "Young master is also at home, just in the study upstairs."
"Really?" ' ran upstairs.
Feng Jingbo frowned slightly when he heard the sound.
The painting in front of me is almost finished, and there are still some details. From a distance, it is already very beautiful.
But... Feng Jingbo was still reluctant to let his sweetheart see this unfinished work. If it is not finished yet, there are flaws. How can the flawed products be placed in front of Xiaozhu?
Feng Jingbo put down the paint board and opened the door of the study.
Lin Xiaozhu just came to the door. He raised his hand to open the door when he saw the door open. Feng Jingbo stood up directly. Lin Xiaozhu's hand changed, and he put his arms around Feng Jingbo's waist: "Old Gong, I came back early today. Are you happy?"
"I'm very happy. You let go first, I have paint on my hand, and it gets on you. It's not good."
Feng Jingbo touched Lin Xiaozhu's hand with his elbow, Lin Xiaozhu let go of his hand, and looked into the study with his head probed.
From his point of view, he can only see the back of the drawing board. As for the content on the screen, he cannot see it.
"I didn't finish that painting, so I just scribbled a couple of strokes. I'll show you when I'm done, so as not to stain your eyes."
Lin Xiaozhu heard the sound, but didn't insist.
Feng Jingbo went straight to the sink on the balcony, turned on the faucet, and prepared to wash off the paint.
Lin Xiaozhu pulled his slippers and followed closely behind. He took the initiative to help Feng Jingbo squeeze out the hand sanitizer, and he was too considerate.
"Thank you Xiaozhu." Feng Jingbo's lips curled slightly, and his eyes became more gentle.
I want to monopolize Xiaozhu more and more...
but this matter can't be rushed, so as not to scare Xiaozhu away. As long as the bamboo shoots are boiled in warm water, the fire is slowly boiled...
Lin Xiaozhu, this little silly bamboo shoot, is still reaching out and rubbing Feng Jingbo's hand on his own initiative.
The stupid little lamb took the initiative to get close to the wolf, and even took the initiative to stretch out a sheep's hoof... This would be a ghost if it wasn't gnawed to the bone!
Feng Jingbo took the opportunity to squeeze his hand, it was very soft...
"Old Gong, don't make trouble, wash your hands well." Lin Xiaozhu persuaded, "By the way, why are you painting suddenly, are you going to participate in some competition?"
"Yes." Feng Jingbo hooked his lips and said meaningfully, "Go to participate in a very important competition."
"Wow, the old attack is amazing!" carefulness.
Lao Gong must be going to participate in some high-level art exhibition competition. These hands are very precious. He needs to wash them well and not hurt Lao Gong... How could
he know that what Feng Jingbo is going to participate in is just a little-known voting contest on Weibo, or a voting contest organized by him!
After washing his hands, Feng Jingbo's phone suddenly rang.
The company suddenly had something to do, and he needed to deal with it. However, he doesn't need to go back to the company, it can be solved by phone.
There was nothing to do anyway, so Lin Xiaozhu went downstairs and started chatting with the housekeeper.
"Butler, isn't Lao Gong good at painting?" The
housekeeper said with a smile: "Yes. When the young master was in school, his paintings participated in international competitions and won awards. There is a room in the villa, which is specially used for storage. The various honors the young master has won in the past."
Lin Xiaozhu followed the housekeeper to a room that was more remote. This place is inconspicuous at all. Lin Xiaozhu has never paid attention to this room, and has always regarded it as a utility room.
As soon as the door opened, Lin Xiaozhu was blinded by the golden and silver light inside. There are all kinds of trophies and awards in the room, which is staggering.
Lin Xiaozhu was stunned as he walked and observed.
His old attack is too strong!
After Feng Jingbo finished his business, he went downstairs and found that he was gone. After inquiring, he found out that Lin Xiaozhu ran to the room where the trophy was placed.
Lin Xiaozhu carefully traced the outline of the trophy through the glass.
The old attack is really great! Even if he didn't practice hard for the past 500 years, but switched to learning various skills, he wouldn't be able to get many trophies and awards.
Feng Jingbo chuckled lightly: "No matter how beautiful the trophies are, they are just ordinary metal products. You can just touch them, you don't need to see them through glass."
Feng Jingbo walked over and opened the lock with his fingerprints. He took down the trophy very casually and stuffed it into Lin Xiaozhu's arms.
"Come on, don't you want to touch it?"
Lin Xiaozhu slowly stretched out his hand and touched it gently: "This is what Lao Gong has worked so hard to win, so I naturally have to take care of it. I don't want to deal with Lao Gong's things. Bad."
Feng Jingbo was so amused, he raised his hand and lightly poked his face.
"The trophy is made of metal. Your hand is soft, so it's not an order of magnitude. You're afraid that it will break, and I'm also afraid that the broken copper and iron will smash your foot."
Feng Jingbo stretched out his hand and tightened his grip. He held the trophy on the ground and helped hold the trophy so that it would not fall to the ground: "Come on, just touch it."
With Feng Jingbo's encouragement, Lin Xiaozhu's courage gradually increased. He took a deep breath and touched it hard...
the feeling of glory... a little slap in the face.
Lin Xiaozhu was too addicted to his hands: "Old Gong, put it away."
"Okay."
Feng Jingbo put his things away, took Lin Xiaozhu's hand, and walked aside.
"This room has been idle for too long, I forgot. You go to the security room with me, enter your fingerprints, and then you can unlock everything in the house except the study room."
"Okay. Anyway, the important things in the study room, I don't think I can understand it, let alone use it."
Feng Jingbo chuckled: "It's not what you think. There are some important things in the study. I'm worried that some gangsters will stare at you and chop your fingers off to unlock. "
I don't mind you looking at those things, I'm just worried about your safety."
Lin Xiaozhu suddenly realized that, with a warm heart in his heart, he couldn't help leaning over and gently hugging Feng Jingbo from behind.
"Old Gong, you're so nice, I like you the most!"
Feng Jingbo paused, he turned his head, leaned down, raised his hand and gently pinched Lin Xiaozhu's face.
"I still want you to like me a little more, okay?"
"Huh?" Lin Xiaozhu was a little dazed, "You are already my favorite person, are there more?"
"Of course, you will find out later. That's it." Feng Jingbo smiled and said nothing.
A little more than liking is love.
Lin Xiaozhu scratched his head in confusion.
The human world is really too complicated, and there is still a lot he needs to learn!
——The
next day, Lin Xiaozhu went to discuss with others how to improve the song and discuss the details of the MV recording.
"A wild song needs a wild dance to match!"
Lin Xiaozhu almost fainted when he heard it!
Wild dance? Can he go up and show the audience a "wild" bamboo pole dance? Others dance the bamboo pole dance, but he does the bamboo pole dance!
Liu Feng also looked disheveled: "Xiaozhu's dancing is flawed, he is not good at it."
"We can invite some backing dancers, and Lin Xiaozhu is in charge of singing, as long as after the climax, he performs a few moves for this purpose. It's enough to add color to the first MV." The
two sides argued endlessly, and Lin Xiaozhu was very entangled.
He knew that what the other party said was right, but he was worried that he would not be able to do it, and he was very struggling.
"Mr. Lin, I heard that you wrote this song for your lover. Don't you want to make the song dedicated to your lover even more exciting?"
As soon as these words came out, Lin Xiaozhu instantly threw away his armor.
"Okay, I promise you."
Lao Gong has won so many medals and trophies, and he must have paid a lot of sweat behind it. He has to work as hard as Lao Gong does~
Moreover, it is a gift for Lao Gong, how can it be flawed?
After finalizing the plan, the dance teacher began to formulate dance moves for Lin Xiaozhu and let Lin Xiaozhu practice every day.
During the training class, the pain of Lajin struck again, but Lin Xiaozhu, who was sweating profusely and grimacing in pain, had brightened eyes instead.
After practicing the dance moves for an hour, Lin Xiaozhu pulled over a chair and sat on it to rest.
He was panting, his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat.
Lin Xiaozhu took out the towel and wiped it hard to wipe off the sweat.
"Come, drink some water." Liu Feng handed the water over.
Lin Xiaozhu held the water and smiled at Liu Feng: "Thank you Brother Liu."
Liu Feng was excited, took out his mobile phone and went to Lin Xiaozhu: "Xiaozhu, look. Your new song "Bamboo Love" last month The chart is up!"
There are many charts on China's largest music platform, and the gold content of each chart is different. Lin Xiaozhu is on the monthly new song list, which shows that his songs are much better than other songs among the songs released this month.
"Many music lovers like to go to the New Songs Monthly Chart to find songs. This time your Weibo is probably going to gain fans again." Liu Feng said, and opened the Weibo page again.
"By the way, the peripheral voting contest initiated by your fans is very good, and it has attracted the attention of many netizens. Because of these peripherals, they became interested in your songs and went to listen to them..."
Lin Xiaozhu was busy practicing dance recently. The work is handed over to the broker. Just like Weibo, he has not been on it for a long time.
Horizontal and vertical resting for a while, Lin Xiaozhu turned down a little bit to see what interesting fan works there are.
There are cute cartoon Lin Xiaozhu, embroidered bamboo handkerchiefs, and vivid oil paintings...
The painting level of the owner of the oil painting is very high, and the scene in the MV seems to come alive.
Lin Xiaozhu couldn't help but stunned: "This oil painting is a human, it is a big touch."
"Yeah. I zoomed in and found that the details are very accurate. This painting must have been painted for a long time, otherwise it will not be able to achieve this level at all. Look, this is a work published by your local tyrant fans."
Liu Feng sneaked up to Lin Xiaozhu's ear, lowered his voice and said, "I guess it was your old gong who spent money to find someone to paint it in order to help you increase your fans. ."
How many people went to watch the song mv after seeing this oil painting, and then became Lin Xiaozhu's face powder... The power of this painting is evident!
[Yes, I want to participate in a very important competition. 】
Lin Xiaozhu stared blankly at the screen of the phone, feeling unreal.
What Lao Gong said was this little voting contest?
Thinking of the numerous awards in Feng Jingbo's room, Lin Xiaozhu felt inferior. At the same time, he was also overjoyed.
He clicked on the picture and pressed save.
——In
the evening, when he answered the house, Lin Xiaozhu's footsteps were still floating.
Not only because of the dance practice, but also because of knowing that Lao Gong has paid so much for him, there is an unreal feeling of stepping on the clouds.
"Old Gong, are the oil paintings you painted that day just to participate in the fan competition of my songs? You are such a powerful person, and you spend so much time painting just for... It feels like a waste."
Feng Jingbo endured Jun Can't stop, took his hand and took him upstairs.
"What's there to waste, isn't it a beautiful thing to paint the most amazing side of your family?"
The door of the study was pushed open, and the two walked to the easel together.
The sun shines through the windows and hits the ground. The sunlight in the painting is almost fake. Lin Xiaozhu felt that the sunlight from the window really seemed to sprinkle on the painting, shrouding the person in the painting in bright sunlight.
Lin Xiaozhu stood in front of the picture frame, raised his hand, but couldn't help but put it down.
dare not touch.
He's hairy, what if he broke it?
"Old Gong, let's buy a picture frame and frame him."
Lin Xiaozhu couldn't contain his excitement, because he didn't dare to touch the painting, he could only keep playing with his fingers, "Old Gong, you can participate in the competition at this level. Painting a portrait for me and holding a voting competition is really a talent."
Although Lao Gong has said that he enjoys painting for his family just now, he still thinks that he is so virtuous and capable. After all, they are just contract marriage, not a couple who love each other.
Feng Jingbo walked over, leaned down, and met his eyes.
The distance between the two is very close, and Lin Xiaozhu can feel the temperature of each other's breath.
Feng Jingbo's voice was low and magnetic: "Qu Cai? I don't think so. There's something I didn't seem to tell you. I used to have a classmate who likes to use painting to seduce people."
Lin Xiaozhu suddenly realized: "Old Gong, you Are you flirting with me?" Without saying a
word, he took out his mobile phone: "I was flirted by you. Come on, you want to be in the study, just in the study..."
Feng Jingbo twitched the corner of his mouth and confiscated Lin Xiaozhu and put it away. Porn phone.
"No. It's boring to do things almost every night." Feng Jingbo, who had been prepared, took out a newly bought picture book and a box of colored pens from his desk.
"Xiaozhu, I hope you can draw me a picture with your own hands."
Lin Xiaozhu was startled, and replied dumbly, "Okay."
The hand he stretched out to take the picture book was shaking, and his eyes couldn't hide it. panic.
Help! He has lived so long, he has never painted!
Feng Jingbo hooked his lips: "Come on, I'm looking forward to your work." How much is
Lin Xiaozhu's painting skill? Could Feng Jingbo know? He has long been attacking from side to side and figured out Lin Xiaozhu's bottom line.
Just because he knew that Lin Xiaozhu had never learned to draw, he made such a request.
If Xiaozhu is not good at painting, he can put forward teaching requirements and teach hand by hand~
"Old, old attack, I don't need a little time to study how to draw, okay?" Lin Xiaozhu asked cautiously, her eyes like a deer reaching the bottom.
Falling into the trap, but not knowing how to escape, the young bamboo shoots who were about to be put on the grill.
"Okay."
Lin Xiaozhu couldn't help but raise a smile when he heard the sound: "Old Gong, you're so kind."
Feng Jingbo turned his back and showed a hard smile. In order to hide his strange behavior of turning his back inexplicably, he opened the drawer, took out a box of milk, and stuffed it into Lin Xiaozhu's arms.
"Thank you Lao Gong." Lin Xiaozhu didn't have any doubts, took the milk and slipped away. He went back to the bedroom and couldn't wait to start painting.
However, his level is really too dishy. The result of the painting can only be described as appalling!
Lin Xiaozhu was so guilty that he looked around furtively, his ears erect.
After confirming that no one wanted to open the door to come in, Lin Xiaozhu quickly tore off the first page of the drawing book and threw it into the trash can.
Destroy the corpse!
Lin Xiaozhu picked up the brush again and started to struggle.
Although he works very hard, what he draws is really indescribable.
Lin Xiaozhu scratched his head in distress, not knowing what to do at all.
The mobile phone Baidu is about to rot, but this kind of thing can't be drawn well if you know the skills. Painting requires years of practice. Can he crawl on his feet, can he not fall into the pit?
After thinking about it for a long time, Lin Xiaozhu really had no choice but to hold the snow-white drawing book and hurriedly returned to the study.
"Old Gong, I can't draw well, what should I do?" Lin Xiaozhu pursed his lips and looked at him pitifully, pitiful and helpless.
Feng Jingbo smiled slightly, stepped forward and pushed the person to the desk, pulled out the chair, and let him sit down.
"You're a beginner, it's normal to be bad at painting." Feng Jingbo took Lin Xiaozhu's hand, "I'll teach you hands-on, and you'll be able to draw a good painting in no time."
Lin Xiaozhu smiled brightly: "Old Gong, you really are Good."
There were faint marks on the snow-white painting book, and there were traces of torn paper on the edges.
Feng Jingbo touched the picture book with his left hand: "You have torn up what you drew just now?"
"Yes." Lin Xiaozhu blushed suddenly and lowered his head in response. His eyes were erratic, and he was so embarrassed that he wanted to dig a hole and bury himself in it.
Feng Jingbo chuckled lightly, a dark light flashing in his eyes.
His voice was extremely gentle, and he coaxed : "I teach you how to draw, which can only be regarded as half a gift for me. You give me all the paintings you drew before, otherwise I will be at a loss." Eyes, looked at the pair of lifelike paintings in the study.
Painting for me, you are blood loss.
"Old Gong, can you change your request?" Lin Xiaozhu's ears turned red, and he clutched his clothes tightly, almost crumpling his casual clothes.
"The few paintings I painted are so ugly and shameful. Change your request..."
Lin Xiaozhu, who felt that he had taken advantage of it, was still praying in a low voice, completely unaware that he had just fallen into Feng Jingbo's trap.
"You don't want to give me the few paintings. You can kiss me as many times as you tear up. How about it?" Feng Jingbo looked down at him with a smile in his eyes.
Dan Lin
Chapter 21 Routine Wang Feng Zong (2)
Xiaozhu knew very well that Feng Jingbo was serious and was not joking with him.
Between being kissed and suffocated and publicly executed by taking out the painting, Lin Xiaozhu was uncertain, unable to decide.
"There is a studio at home, and it keeps the paintings I painted before. When I go back, I will ask the housekeeper to buy a few frames, frame my paintings with yours, and hang them in the room together."
"Such an ugly painting , how can you frame it and hang it on the wall!" Lin Xiaozhu's eyes widened.
"I don't dislike it. I can't wait to take a safe and put away the paintings Xiaozhu painted for me." Feng Jingbo smiled slightly, his expression extremely serious, as if he really intended to do this.
Lin Xiaozhu was so embarrassed that smoke was about to rise above his head. He lowered his head and tugged at Feng Jingbo's clothes with his hands: "Let's, let's kiss."
The author has something to say: After the first kiss,
Lin Xiaozhu: "It's ugly, and I will never kiss again. ."
Later ,
Lin Xiaozhu cried and chirped: "Let's kiss." What I
couldn't escape was that it was Feng Jingbo's wave after wave of routines~
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