little lover

Han Qiaoye felt refreshed after a long night of drought.

Zhuo Yifan ate breakfast in bed, and while eating, he felt as if his waist was not his own, and the pain was so numb.

Although he was also in a good mood last night, Han Qiaoye was definitely not as comfortable as this. It was as if he had sucked in the yang energy, and his face instantly reached a new level of beauty. There was a smile on the corners of his eyes and brows. Talking makes one's bones crisp.

Zhuo Yifan glanced at him secretly, and muttered, "Monster."

Han Qiaoye didn't hear clearly, he was in a good mood and the waiters were in place, so he immediately approached and asked, "What?"

Zhuo Yifan shook his head, wrapped himself in the quilt and said, "No, I...I want to drink water."

Han Qiaoye immediately poured him a glass of water, tested the temperature himself, and then fed it to him: "Be careful, drink slowly."

Zhuo Yifan couldn't help poking his face with his hand, Han Qiaoye immediately looked up at him and smiled, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Zhuo Yifan also laughed, and grinned, "No, I just think you look good."

Normally, Han Qiaoye was the most impatient when others commented on his face, even if Zhuo Yifan said a few words, he would stab back, but now he didn't move away at all, holding Zhuo Yifan's hand on his face, Said: "Then look at it for a while, it's all yours."

Zhuo Yifan touched it twice with his fingers, satisfied.

The relationship between the two is getting better and better, and with the acquiescence of the elders, they no longer hide things from the truth, and they start going in and out together.

When Mr. Zhuo was in the capital, he would always ask Han Qiaoye to go to his place. He was half working and half studying, and he took him personally; the Han family had dinner together on weekends, and Han Qiaoye would also bring Zhuo Yifan home. Yifan was still a little uncomfortable, but after going there, he found that half of them were acquaintances, so he gradually got used to it.

Professor Lu Minglu of Han Er's family happened to be the uncle of his master Fang Jingyao.

Teacher Fang and Long Yu went to aid Fei with the medical team after they got married for a while. Zhuo Yifan thought of his master very much. Well, the miscellaneous things that he helped his master to do in the past, he also habitually helped Professor Lu do.

Several times, Lu Ming spent half a day painting in the upstairs studio. When he turned his head, he saw that his paint box and brushes had been washed clean and neatly arranged there. When he looked up, he saw the person next to him wiping the paint board. Zhuo Yifan, it's fun to watch.

Lu Ming didn't ask him to do chores for nothing, and taught him basic skills for a while. Professor Lu is from the Academy of Painting and Calligraphy. Those who are engaged in pure arts are somewhat arrogant, and feel that the basic skills of design are not as good as their own.Zhuo Yifan was a bit weak in sketching at first, but it happened that Professor Lu was good at freehand and freehand brushwork, so he took him to the zoo to draw animal sketches when he was free. After practicing with him for a while, his skills really improved.

Zhuo Yifan was overjoyed, took several pictures in succession with his mobile phone at a chosen angle, and then picked the one he was most satisfied with and sent it to his master.

It took Teacher Fang a day and a half to reply, but he still praised sincerely: "It's very good! It's much better than before. Who did you learn from?"

Zhuo Yifan typed back to him, saying: "Professor Lu, Master, our uncle is really amazing!"

Fang Jingyao could feel the complacency just by reading the words: "That's right, my uncle must be awesome! The youngest professor in the Academy of Fine Arts!" The signal on his side should not be particularly good, and the reply was intermittent, and there were a few sentences that were not good enough. It seems that I didn’t post it, and I changed the topic again: "... I took a picture recently, isn’t it good? I’ve been thinking about this idea for a long time. When I find the 'Desert Garden', I’ll go and take a look. I’ll take a few more pictures. Zhang, come up with a picture book!"

Zhuo Yifan guessed and understood, and asked him, "Master, do you want to produce a series of flowers and plants?"

Fang Jingyao said: "Probably such an idea, I didn't wait for it this year, I'll see next year."

As soon as Zhuo Yifan typed a sentence before sending it out, the person behind him took the phone from his hand and walked away. Han Qiaoye propped up the sofa with one hand, wrapped himself around him and raised his eyebrows and said, "I want to go too. Miss you... You are really filial to your master, didn’t you just video last week? What are you thinking about?” He typed himself, “I’ll help you reply and say I’ll go later when I’m free .”

Zhuo Yifan frowned, "What are you doing! Give me back my phone, Han Qiaoye!"

Han Qiaoye raised the phone to tease him twice, but he didn't dare to really offend the kid, so he finally returned the phone.

Zhuo Yifan held it and glanced at it. That shameless Han Qiaoye really sent it out, but he didn't dare to change it for him. He only added a sentence "I still want to take Han Qiaoye with me" on the basis of what he wrote. The teacher replied very happily, adding a smiley face to warmly welcome them to play.

Zhuo Yifan breathed a sigh of relief.

Han Qiaoye stood behind him with his arms folded, smiling or not, standing there with his eyes squinted.

Zhuo Yifan ignored him, and the two of them were angry at each other like children, and they didn't go down together until they were called downstairs for dinner.

During the meal, Zhuo Yifan was also careful to protect his mobile phone, for fear that Han Qiaoye would send some strange words to the master after taking his mobile phone. Han Qiaoye was often mentioned by Mr. Zhuo to study with him during this period, and he was already tired That's enough. After returning home, I also wanted to interact more with my partner. Just such a small interaction made the other party wary of him and made him feel sour.

Two people sat down next to each other, you touched me under the dining table, and I stepped on your feet, which was not very honest.

Song Jingqiu was talking to Lu Ming about their new play, and they wanted to distribute some tickets to the family members to join in the show. Boss Han and Lu Ming were very interested, and they didn't notice that the two little ones were doing tricks under the dining table.On the other hand, Han Er who was sitting across from him raised his head and glanced at them, put his hand to his lips and coughed, a very soft sound, which made the two people on the opposite side calm down a lot and didn't dare to make a fuss.

Lu Ming looked back at Han Er, smiled and said nothing.

Song Jingqiu also looked over, and said dissatisfied: "What is the second child doing? I told Xiao Lu well, didn't I just ask him to watch a play, what's the matter, did you delay your business?" She patted Lu Ming As if he cared about Han Er, he comforted him: "Don't be afraid, what the second child says doesn't count, listen to mom, and come with me on Thursday."

Lu Ming didn't explain, just nodded with a smile and said, "Okay."

Han Er: "..."

Han Er maintained the family order, but suffered the backlash from the source of the order.