Chapter 58: Little Supervisor's House

The police were already waiting outside the platform of the next subway station. As soon as the doors opened, passers-by who had watched the show in the carriage left one after another, leaving a large empty space.

The police entered the carriage and took away the obscene man who had pinned Zhu Yanshi to the ground, and the little girl also had to go to the police station with them.

Zhu Yanshi was a brave man who did not go to the police station. Instead, he got out of the subway station, scanned a shared electric bike and rushed to school.

I put all the information I had read and collected in the dormitory into my schoolbag, and when I walked out of the dormitory, I happened to meet Yuan Qing who was coming back from get out of class.

The two men met each other.

"Where are you going?"

Yuan Qing grabbed Zhu Yanshi's wrist.

"Fu Qi'an wants to see me."

The cell phone in Zhu Yanshu's pocket rang. He answered the call and patted Yuan Qing on the shoulder.

"It's a bit urgent, I'll go first..."

After saying that, he picked up his steps and ran downstairs.

The air was still filled with the lingering fragrance of green plums from the young man. Yuan Qing retracted his fingertips and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

Turned around and went back to the dormitory.

Running out of the campus, Zhu Yanshi saw a Maybach parked at the door from a distance.

Fu Qi'an is really rich, with one luxury car after another.

Today's style has changed again. When Zhu Yanshi got into the car, he could only smell a faint lemon scent floating inside.

There was no other strange smell, and the car was smooth all the way to Fu Qi'an's villa.

A luxury car is a luxury car.

Zhu Yanshi got out of the car and knocked on the door of the villa. When the door opened, the first person to rush over was Maoqiu.

Zhu Yanshi lowered his head to change his shoes while speaking.

"Is something wrong?"

"Why are you so slow?"

Fu Qi'an leaned against the shoe cabinet next to him, lowered his head and played with the cat toy in his hand, his fingers constantly circling the feathers on the cat toy.

"On the way here, I was brave enough to do something righteous."

Zhu Yanshi sat on the sofa holding the cat.

"Why Yong?"

Fu Qi'an kept asking.

Zhu Yanshi had never thought that this person was so talkative before, but now that he was more familiar with him, he seemed to be curious about everything.

"It was just a little girl who was bullied on the subway."

"Are you hurt?"

Fu Qi'an stopped playing with the cat toy. He sat casually on the carpet in the living room, and occasionally swept the cat toy in his hand across the kittens circling around him.

But at this moment he raised his head, and his pair of black and white eyes stared at Zhu Yanshi's face seriously.

"How come?"

Zhu Yanshi took out the documents from his backpack and placed them on the coffee table, as well as the laptop he carried with him.

"Don't change the subject... What exactly do you want from me?"

"I told you, I'm in a bad mood."

Fu Qi'an looked away, threw the cat toy on the carpet, suddenly stood up and sat next to Zhu Yanshi.

"Have I ever told you that?"

"I like the smell of you too..."

The man leaned closer, carrying with him the cool minty scent.

The hot breath sprayed on Zhu Yanshi's neck, and the slightly long black hair brushed against the boy's cheek, feeling a little itchy.

The distance at this moment was too ambiguous. Zhu Yanshi turned his head and his eyes fell on the other person's long and curly eyelashes.

The man suddenly raised his eyes, and their eyes finally met.

"Then you're quite a scumbag."

Zhu Yanshi turned his head and spoke in a panic.

"I fall in love with every girl I meet..."

The sound behind was getting weaker and weaker.

Fu Qi'an leaned on the sofa next to him. He turned his head to stare at the light outside the window and suddenly curled his lips.

Laughed out loud.

“I think it’s pretty bad, too.”

His voice was hoarse, but his eyes were fixed on the back of Zhu Yanshi's head.

"I've already met two..."

"Being with you guys, I won't be so restless."

Zhu Yanshi didn't quite believe such remarks.

He felt that this was Fu Qi'an's excuse for not wanting to work.

One of them sat on the sofa, and the other sat on the carpet in front of the sofa. They chatted casually and ate two popsicles.

They finally separated and went their separate ways.

One of them was sitting in the studio, and there was a crack in the room, through which he could see the other one sitting on the sofa in the living room.

Zhu Yanshu was sitting in front of the coffee table, his fingers typing rapidly on the laptop keyboard.

Occasionally, when he was stuck, he would reach out and touch the kitten lying on his lap.

The light outside the window was vying to touch this brightness, tentatively leaning against the boy's body, bringing a layer of warmth to everything.

Fu Qian'an's restless heart gradually calmed down. He picked up the paintbrush and the tip of the brush lingered on the drawing paper. In the end, he did not continue to finish the painting, but took out the half-finished work some time ago.

Paste on the drawing board.

There is plenty of light in the studio, and the brightness coming in from the windows creates one Tyndall effect after another.

Projected onto the boy's bright smiling face on the drawing paper.

As a painter, Fu Qi'an has eyes that can discover beauty.

Therefore, he has painted many portraits that he would not have painted before.

The portraits all belong to one person.

Zhu Yanshi.

He holding flowers, holding a cat, smiling brightly under the blue sky...

He is beautiful.

Zhu Yanshi finished one stage of work and handed the progress plan to Song Kai. When he turned off the computer, the sky outside the window had already turned a layer of orange.

Before I knew it, a long time had passed, maybe four hours, or maybe five or six hours.

The kitten was sleeping on his legs. Zhu Yanshi stood up carefully and stretched.

He turned around and saw the figure of a man sitting in front of a drawing board in the studio, a paintbrush in his hand. Although the man was so obsessed with mysophobia, he didn't care at all about the paint on his hands.

Zhu Yanshi approached quietly, stood behind the man, and watched him put on the final touch of color.

The studio was covered with patches of gold.

"Why are you drawing this?"

The boy's voice sounded from behind.

Fu Qian'an turned around and saw Zhu Yan with his eyes narrowed and a serious look on his face.

"After today, there are only three days left until the deadline."

"If you can't finish it, not only will you have to pay the penalty, but I will also have to pay until I'm bankrupt."

Zhu Yanshi started to supervise the work and kept nagging.

The other party didn't care. He put down the paint palette and brush, and touched the painting with his fingers dipped in blue paint.

"How do you like it?"

"You can't do this, I will..."

Zhu Yanshi was stunned by the other party's question before he could finish his words.

His lips parted slightly as he quietly looked at the smiling face of the man opposite him.

Behind this exceptionally handsome face is his own smiling face, brightly illuminated by the light.

Bringing a layer of sacred light.

“Tsk.”

Zhu Yanshi sighed.

"like."

"I'll frame it and give it to you tomorrow."

Fu Qi'an's voice remained flat, but one could tell from the light in his eyes that he was in a happy mood.

"You want to bribe me with this painting?"

Zhu Yanshi moved closer and sat on the ground next to the man, as if he was going to spend a long time doing ideological work.

"I'm telling you, the penalty for breach of contract is ten times what you signed in the contract. Even if you're rich..."

"knew."

Fu Qian was fiddling with his drawing board, not caring about the chattering of the young man beside him. He grabbed the paintbrush on the ground, and when he stood up, he hooked Zhu Yanshi's chin with the end of the paintbrush.

"Stop talking, you're so long-winded."

The end of the pen that had just touched the boy's chin suddenly touched the drawing board.

The portrait that was previously pasted on it disappeared, and the picture of the work they needed to draw for their collaboration during this period appeared.

The base color has been laid, and the high quality of this painting can almost be seen.

The end of the brush tapped the painting twice more, and Fu Qian'an looked down at Zhu Yan's face, which was raised.

"Um?"

Zhu Yanshi felt like a thousand horses were running through his mind.

It's done, why didn't you say so earlier?

What a waste of his breath!

But when I looked at the other person's smiling face and saw the cunning in his eyes, I suddenly felt heartbroken.

What a poor child! With his weird obsession with cleanliness, he probably has never done such an inappropriate prank.

He's in a playful mood right now, so as his brother, what's wrong with him being a little more tolerant?

After all, I've lived two lives...

Fu Qi'an was not quite sure what was going on in Zhu Yanshi's mind. He only knew that the other person's eyes were full of compassion, as if he was looking at a naughty grandson.

It's also a super generational thing.

"I'll come again tomorrow. I have to supervise you."

Zhu Yanshi felt a little regretful that he had trusted this man's self-control a few days ago. Now time was running out, and if he didn't keep an eye on him every day, the money he had earned would probably be gone long ago.

"I'll monitor your progress every day."

"I'm going back first."

Zhu Yanshi stood up, walked to the living room, and put the books and materials on the coffee table into his schoolbag.

As he walked out, he made a gesture as if he was staring at the other person.

Fu Qi'an got the other party's promise to come again tomorrow, so he didn't try to keep him. He leaned on the sofa, folded his arms, and raised his chin slightly.

"I asked the driver to wait at the door. He will take you back."

"good."

Zhu Yanshi waved before closing the door.

The villa fell into silence again, until even the slight sound of a car starting at the door disappeared, and then Fu Qi'an turned around and sat on the sofa.

The kitten sleeping on the carpet seemed to sense something and sat down pitifully at its father's feet, rubbing its cheek against Fu Qi'an's trouser leg.

Humans are strange creatures. Just a short contact can make them start to covet something they never had before.

He was greedy for the feelings that he longed for, but now they were only fleeting and fell upon him.

Mingming had already adapted to living alone in such a large villa, and Zhu Yanshi had only come here a few times for a short time.

But it suddenly gave Fu Qian'an an extremely huge sense of disparity. He sat in the empty room, watching the sky outside the window gradually darken.

I feel more and more lonely.

Fu Qi'an, a seemingly indifferent person, actually desires a home other than him and Maoqiu more than anyone else.

Zhu Yanshi now gave him such a feeling, he gave him a sense of home.

When this thought came to his mind, Fu Qi'an himself was shocked beyond belief.

He lowered his head and checked if there was any dirt on his body, and found that there was still some paint on his hands that had not been washed off.

He stood up and walked into the bathroom next door.

After a while, there was a slight sound of running water in the bathroom.

The escapist busyness started again...