The dishes in today’s internet-famous restaurants are quite innovative.

A mix of Chinese and Western restaurants.

Bo Lin didn't care much about food, but Hua Jian was very excited today.

Buying clothes is the same as ordering food.

"You ordered too much. We can't finish it." Bo Lin stopped him. "Just these for now. Order more after you finish."

Hua Jian was a little unsatisfied: "Okay then."

Just as he was about to put away his phone, he suddenly received several messages.

He opened it casually and found it was a group of Imperial Capital University, a large group of 500 people.

He never spoke in it.

Seeing the content on the phone, he couldn't help but sit up straight.

Hua Jian murmured, "Fuck, these people are just idle, right?"

Bo Lin raised his eyebrows and asked, "What?"

Hua Jian raised her eyes to look at him and held her phone higher, "It's okay."

Bo Lin glanced at his phone, and Hua Jian pursed her lips and looked at the photo on the screen again.

[Besides Liu Qingqing, were there other people from the Imperial University here just now?]

[No, there are photos from every angle, right?]

[Hey, don't tell me, Bo Lin and I are really as tall as they say, the perfect couple height.]

[So, if Bo Lin is looking for a boyfriend, he has to be as tall as me.]

[Who is this, Fang Qianli? He's right, Bo Lin is so handsome, only someone with my looks can match him.]

[Tsk tsk, what the hell, what's up and down? ]

[No, why are these people talking nonsense? What do you mean I'm being taken care of?]

[He wants Bo Lin's contact information. Is he interested in Bo Lin? Why doesn't he take a piss and look at himself?]

[Another one, see if he's talking like a human being? Want to be toyed with by Bo Lin? Damn, homosexuals are no good.]

【Bo Lin does not count.】

...

Bo Lin looked at Hua Jian lazily.

Watching him frown and grit his teeth.

Bo Lin couldn't help but sneer. Did Hua Jian know that his ambiguous words were definitely not something a straight man could say?

His eyes passed across Hua Jian's lips, and a dark light flashed.

Maybe I should find an opportunity to help Hua Jian recall what happened that night.

The more he spends time with Hua Jian, the greedier Bo Lin becomes.

..

Soon the waiters started serving the dishes, and Hua Jian finally made a summary.

[Tsk, those guys are trash. If anyone tries to hook up with Bo Lin, I'll kill them.]

He put down his phone and when he looked up he met Bo Lin's gaze.

Under the dim light, Bo Lin's expression looked a little strange.

His eyes were shining, as if he was extremely hungry and waiting for some delicious food, which was completely different from his usual gentle appearance.

Hua Jian felt a chill on her back, and she always felt that the delicacy that Bo Lin was waiting for was him.

"I'm sorry, I was looking at my phone for too long and left you sitting there. Let's eat quickly." Hua Jian said embarrassedly.

"Is there something going on at school?" Bo Lin raised his chin and tapped his phone.

Thinking of those beasts in school who were concerned about Bo Lin, Hua Jian snorted, "It's okay, a bunch of whimsical guys."

---

Today is Janard's proud day.

After a few days of trial operation, his art exhibition finally officially opened today.

After years of hard study abroad, he finally has a place in the Chinese art circle.

He was overwhelmed by the compliments in various languages.

He was already tired of hearing compliments from Westerners of all kinds of hair colors.

In the imperial capital, the center of power and wealth in China, he wants to get all the glory and status that belong to him!

"Janad!"

An angry shout rang out from the field.

The soft music and conversation in the air suddenly became quieter.

Janard's eyelids jumped, and an angry man in his 30s walked out of the crowd.

Hua Jian had just paid the bill when she received a message on her phone.

A smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he turned to Bo Lin and said, "Let's go to the evening show at Janard's."

At the art exhibition where you could hear a pin drop, many people who were watching the show had already taken out their mobile phones.

In this information-rich age, even the slightest bit of unusualness can make everyone's nerves stand on end.

Everyone present was from the literary and artistic circles, so naturally many people knew this man.

"Jiang Ruiming, we're all in the same circle. It's really unkind of you to disrupt Mr. Jarnad's exhibition!"

The person who spoke had a bad look on his face. He was friends with the owner of the art exhibition, and the success of Janard's exhibition affected the wallets of many people.

"Wang Pinglu, stay out of this business that has nothing to do with you!"

Jiang Ruiming pointed at Janard's award-winning painting, which was placed in the center. "He copied Yishuang's painting. Even the color scheme is exactly the same. How could he still win an award? Janard, do you think everyone in China is stupid?"

When Bo Lin and Hua Jian arrived, they happened to hear this sentence.

Hua Jian was tall and could see the gorgeously dressed Janard at a glance amidst the crowd of people.

He looked at Bo Lin with some pride: "This good show is all thanks to me."

"What's the show?"

Hua Jian's eyes moved among the crowd until she saw a man with an angry face.

"Shen Ling of the Shen family is probably in big trouble this time."

"Also, Zhang Yiming should thank you for reminding him not to get involved in this mess of Janard."

Janard's face turned pale and he was already panicking.

Jiang Ruiming came prepared, with four men behind him carrying a painting.

Everyone exclaimed in surprise when they saw it.

Just because this painting is almost exactly the same as Janard's award-winning work.

But you can still tell which is good and which is bad at a glance.

"Jana, you thief! You stole Master Yishuang's posthumous work. Ha, it seems you've been away from home for too long. You didn't realize that Master Yishuang's paintings are no longer as unknown as they once were in China!"

....

The smile on Hua Jian's face slowly faded.

Yishuang, this painting of his is so shocking.

Janard copied the painting and named it "Happiness".

But the title of Yishuang's original work is "Regret".

No wonder Hua Jian felt so strange when she first saw "Happiness".

It doesn't express happiness at all.