Zhimian looked at him and hesitated for a while. He said again, "I just want to stay with you for a while."

Zhimian opened his eyes and finally walked forward by default, Duan Zhuo followed.

The two walked into the elevator. Zhimian remembered this afternoon and teased: "I'm quite satisfied with the tea today. Why do I think Xun Yao likes you very much..."

Duan Zhuo pinched the back of her neck and narrowed his eyes, "What are you talking about?"

Zhimian knocked off his hand and laughed: "What I'm talking about is the facts. What do you think of Xun Yao?"

Duan Zhuo chuckled, "If he is a teacher, I will definitely be a student who sleeps in class every day."

"No, I think his speech is fun, I like chatting with him."

As soon as she finished speaking, Duan Zhuo snatched her long arm and he pulled her into her arms. The man's hand on his waist was rolling hot, and a strong hormonal breath came to her face. Zhimian's palm pressed against his chest and his face turned red.

Duan Zhuo looked at her with his eyes down, pinched the girl's cheek lightly, and laughed:

"Be good, you will have to pay it back in the future."

“…”

He threatened her! He returned it to the future!

The elevator door opened, Duan Zhuo let go of his hand, Zhimian walked out, unlocked the apartment door, and pushed the door open and went in.

It was Duan Zhuo's first time to come to her apartment. He glanced inside and said it was more spacious than the house she lived in. When he walked into the living room, there was a faint scent of jasmine flowers in the air, which was the smell of jasmine sachets on the table.

Duan Zhuo picked up the sachet.

This time, the jasmine flowers inside are fresh, with soft petals and fragrant.

Zhimian looked at him staring at the sachet and was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

"nothing."

He put down his stuff and walked to the kitchen, "What's in the house?"

"I haven't been at home these two days, so I have some quick-frozen things in the refrigerator... But I guess you can't get it even if you are complicated."

Duan Zhuo is a young master who is not touching the spring water. He has known him for seven years and has cooked only a few times.

He looked around and then said, "You go and draw, I'll do it."

Zhimian was a little worried, "Are you really okay?"

"Don't believe me so much?"

She pursed her lips, "Okay, you're done and call me, I'll go first."

Zhimian walked to the room, turned his head and looked at him, then closed the door, walked to the desk, and began to draw.

Half an hour later, the knock on the door sounded, and she responded, Duan Zhuo opened the door and walked in, "It's done."

"So fast?"

"It's all fast-frozen things, how long can it take?" He walked to her desk, supported her chair back with one hand, leaned down slightly, "How is the drawing."

Duan Zhuo's eyes fell on the computer, and Zhimian happened to be painting the kissing scene of the male and female protagonists. She quickly turned it off and heard the man chuckling, "I saw it, why are you guilty?"

"Who is guilty..."

"Anyway, you have to put it on the Internet."

The implication is that even if he is not allowed to see it now, he can see it on the website.

Zhimian remembered what Zhuang Jiarong had said to her before, "Duan Zhuo, have you... started reading my comics last year?"

He had lied to her before and said that he had learned about it because of Smiya's cooperation.

Duan Zhuo lowered his eyes and met her gaze and nodded faintly, "How do you know?"

"My uncle told me." Her voice was soft, "Aren't you not interested in these?"

"I do not pay attention to things like comics, but," Duan Zhuo rubbed her hair, "because it was you painted. And didn't you say I don't care enough about your life? Now I want to change and try to understand your dreams."

Zhimian was stunned, but he didn't expect that he would remember everything she said to him.

"Then what I painted...is it good?"

Duan Zhuo curled his lips, "I want me to praise you? Is there any benefit?"

Zhimian's cheeks heated up and he lowered his head to look at him: "I just ask you casually, who wants you to praise me."

"It looks great, you've always been great in my heart."

The man's soft voice fell.

In fact, she was excellent in his heart from beginning to end.

After receiving praise, Zhimian felt secretly happy, but his face remained unchanged. The next moment, her hand was held, and he took her: "Let's go, go eat."

The two walked to the restaurant, and Zhimian saw that the dinner tonight was much more abundant than she had imagined.

He fryed two steaks, cooked noodles with fat beef, lunch meat and tomatoes, and fryed her an extra poached egg.

Zhimian sat down, "I actually won't eat so much at night..."

"It's okay, I can't eat it."

It’s like the man who can’t finish the food that the woman can’t finish with her.

After tasting the noodles, her eyes lit up: "It tastes pretty good, I can't tell you can do this."

"Children."

"ah?"

"I'm so stupid in your heart?"

Her praise for him is just like her primary school students who know how to do math problems.

Zhimian smiled, "It's mainly because you can eat the noodles you make... it's not easy."

"I actually know how to make a lot of things. You can invite me, I can come to cook for you every day. As for me, I only need one condition."

“What conditions?”

"Split a room for me."

"..." This man wanted to enter the house all day long.

"I'd better order takeaway, the cost of ordering takeaway is relatively low."

His tongue touched the upper palate, smiled, and his tone was tone: "I have many additional functions, such as eating with you, drawing with you, and sleeping with you."

Zhimian stared at him with shame, "I haven't agreed to be with you yet, where have you been thinking about?"

Duan Zhuo smiled, "Okay, the last one is the upgrade function, and it will be available after a while."

"..." Zhimian couldn't stand his slutty words, for fear of being made to make his face blush and blood. He immediately buried his head in eating noodles and ignored him.

The two of them were having dinner, and after a while, he said, "Are you free tomorrow night?"

"What are you doing?"

"Take you to the movie."

Zhimian was stunned, "Why are you going to see it suddenly?"

"Xun Yao has gone with you, can't I go?"

She was speechless, "It's not just him..."

"Then you go alone with me tomorrow night, huh?" Duan Zhuo thought of something, "You owe me a condition when you played football on the table that time."

Zhimian had long forgotten about this and muttered: "I'll think about it."

"Okay, have a meal first."

...

After dinner, Zhimian originally wanted to take care of the work of washing dishes, but Duan Zhuo directly asked her to rest and he took care of the next thing himself.

I remember that at the beginning, she was the one who took care of him more often, but now, he even started to do these small things in life for her.

Zhimian didn't insist, so he went to the living room, sat on the sofa, and peeled the apple.

She hummed a song lightly and saw the screen of her phone light up, which was a message.

[At a glance, Teacher Qiu, our Teacher Min has time tomorrow, will you come to the studio tomorrow?]

The person who sent the message was Min Zhizhun's assistant who she joined at the art exhibition yesterday.

Zhimian immediately put down his knife and picked up his phone to reply: [I have time, what time is it?]

【Tomorrow at 3:00 pm.】

【OK.】

Zhimian opened the corners of his lips and heard Duan Zhuo's voice: "Why are you so happy?"

She turned around and saw him walking out of the living room and explained: "The teacher Min I told you yesterday, he asked me to go to his studio tomorrow afternoon."

In fact, Min Zhizhao has many excellent painters under his command, and several of them are quite famous. He has won awards in the last Yicai Cup, but this year he also withdrew from the judges in order to avoid suspicion and physical reasons.
To be continued...