I became popular after dressing as the boss's ex-wife

Chapter 42

It is no secret that Fu Jiujiu can draw.

When he was young, painting was also one of the means for him to pursue him.

When giving him a gift or lunch box, there is often a drawing stuffed inside.

Without exception, every drawing is his figure.

Standing, sitting, frontal, profile, quiet, moving...

Young people in almost every form can make people's hearts flutter.

Lin Jun has always known that he looks good.

But when he noticed that he looks so good, it started from Fu Jiujiu's sketches.

It's probably because those delicate lines are full of liking, so he can't move his eyes away.

Since he was a child, he has looked in the mirror countless times.

But most of the time, for him, looking in the mirror is just to see if his clothes or hair are well-groomed.

But rarely take a serious look at their own appearance.

When he received Fu Jiujiu's drawing, he was confused for a moment, and suddenly couldn't remember whether he looked like this in the mirror.

That night, after taking a shower in the bathroom, he took a very serious look at himself in the mirror for the first time.

The young man in the mirror is tall and straight, with thick eyebrows that are almost gorgeous, wide shoulders and narrow waist, and a thin layer of muscles covering his body...

It is indeed the same as what Fu Jiujiu painted.

At that moment, Lin Jun couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled, dimples appeared on his cheeks.

This made him realize that he might not dislike Fu Jiujiu, and might even really like him a little.

That was the beginning of his love affair.

Later, Fu Jiujiu gave him more paintings.

Although it is very cryptic, he really likes and loves every painting he draws for him.

Therefore, they are all treasured.

That was the first time he liked someone.

He didn't understand feelings then.

After repeatedly checking some information on the Internet, he finally confirmed his intention.

And on the day after the college entrance examination, he officially held Fu Jiujiu's hand.

On their first day together, he took him home to meet his family.

His elder brother and mother loved him very much, and did not express the slightest objection to them because of his puppy love or Fu Jiujiu's family situation.

He has always been such a person, or he will not easily give others hope.

Or it will be difficult to shake if you are determined.

But later, after the two officially got together, Fu Jiujiu seldom touches the paintbrush anymore.

Most of the tenderness and pettiness towards him before were gone.

For a while, he was extremely disappointed that he hadn't received his portrait for a long time.

Later, it was Lu Xiye who told him that all men are like this.

It's one thing to chase after it, but another to get it.

The live broadcast was about to be cut off, Lin Jun withdrew his thoughts.

He quickly unlocked his phone, and then dialed Fu Jiujiu's number.

His eyes became very sharp, he turned the computer volume to the highest, and listened intently to the movement in the live broadcast room.

The pair of pretty hands on the screen were sorting out the materials, and there was a slight sound of paper rubbing in the live broadcast room, but there was no phone ringing.

The call was not connected, and the notification sound came out in a pattern: "Sorry, the user you dialed has shut down."

Lin Jun threw away his phone, and the live broadcast on the screen officially ended, and he was ejected from the live broadcast room.

A few minutes later, he pursed his lips and watched the replay from the beginning.

The tone of Fu Jiujiu's speech, the rhythm of Fu Jiujiu's laugh, even if he used a voice changer, he couldn't hide it from him.

There are also some small habits when he speaks, the small movements of turning his fingers and pens...

Even without that mole, he can be sure that it is indeed Fu Jiujiu.

That was the person he had on top of his heart, and it was impossible for him not to recognize it.

In fact, when he didn't watch the live broadcast interface at first, he already felt that his voice and tone were extremely familiar.

The reason why he hasn't thought about this is entirely because he knows too much about the comic "Holding the Blade".

He is the head of FY, and the animation sector is one of FY's important projects.

Therefore, after holding the sword to become popular, he has never stopped paying attention.

Unlike ordinary manga fans, most of his concerns are from a commercial perspective.

When reading the entire comic, he habitually analyzes the pros and cons.

In addition to the plot and fashion elements, the most important thing is to consider the feasibility of adapting comics into animation.

He rubbed the lighter in his hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the replay interface seriously.

But the comic pages flashed frame by frame in my mind.

The reason why the manga is so successful.

In addition to the author's mature and smooth painting style and unique use of fashion elements, there is another point that he is very skilled in the use of storyboards and has his own unique skills.

Therefore, it is very easy to grasp the inner emotions of readers.

Make readers look forward to the follow-up story.

Lin Jun has read countless scripts and cartoon drawings, so he knows that such attainments cannot be achieved overnight.

Even if the painter itself is very talented, it still needs to be supplemented by a lot of training in the future.

But he knew better than anyone else that after Fu Jiujiu became an adult, the two began to live together until they got married and then divorced.

Over the years, the number of times Fu Jiujiu has touched a paintbrush can be counted on the fingers of one's fingers.

He did buy a lot of painting tools, but in the end they were all dusty in the studio, and he helped him clean them up and put them away.

Until the day Fu Jiujiu left home, he didn't realize that his things had already been put away.

Therefore, even if he confirmed that the other party was Fu Jiujiu, he was still shocked and unbelievable.

How could Fu Jiujiu's painting skills improve instead of retreat after many years of abandoning his paintbrush?

Moreover, he has never drawn comics before, so how could he be so skillful in the use of storyboards?

Is it because of amnesia?Let him go back to the memory segment where the brush has not been put aside?

Or is it because of the difficulty of life that he has to spend a lot of effort and energy to practice and try?

He paused the video, frowned and lit a cigarette.

The cigarette was Fu Jiujiu's favorite. After asking the servant to buy it last time, he only smoked one and posted it on Moments, and then kept it on the desk without moving it.

This kind of cigarette was actually not strong enough for him to smoke, so he squeezed the popcorn after a few puffs.

The fresh orange flavor filled his mouth, clearing his confused mind.

He sat there and slowly finished smoking a cigarette, inevitably some very unspeakable emotions appeared in his heart.

He originally thought that Fu Jiujiu had already begun to respond to his feelings.

Even if those responses were weak, and might not even be considered responses, it was enough for him to be happy without the initial resistance.

But now, when the cigarette is slowly burning out, those joys are also disappearing.

Fu Jiujiu has always had a small independent world, but he never mentioned it to him.

Probably, he didn't welcome him to enter, did he?

Even, he talked with him about holding the blade, and he only said that his colleague was chasing him.

Didn't reveal anything about him.

Lin Jun smiled lightly, full of bitterness and irony.

Fu Jiujiu?

How many things are still hidden from him?

He sat there like a statue and thought for a long time. On the one hand, he was very disappointed, and on the other hand, he found a reason for Fu Jiujiu.

There were ups and downs in my heart, but I couldn't get rid of the coldness.

After a long time he stood up and went into the bathroom, turning the temperature up a bit before turning on the hot water.

The scalding water hit his skin, which made his skin ache.

He stood there without moving, raised his head slightly for a while to adapt, and then slowly opened his eyes.

Slight pain and numbness gnawed at his skin, and the drops of water on the eyelashes were like rain.

This very slight sense of masochism relieved his inner anxiety and drove away the chill in his heart.

When he wiped his hair in front of the mirror, he was much more relaxed.

In all honesty, compared to the initial moment, the relationship between him and Fu Jiujiu has eased a lot.

Like so many times in the past, he tried to tell himself not to be dissatisfied.

But this time, he didn't succeed.

Fu Jiujiu asked him to give him some time, and he really obediently gave him time seriously.

But Fu Jiujiu didn't give him time when he chased him?

He used both force and force to completely disrupt his heart lake, taking his heart as his own.

Let him accept him, fall in love with him, but torture him and abandon him...

Lin Jun silently looked at himself in the mirror.

The boy at that time had already grown into a handsome young man, with sharp eyebrows and eyes, thin lips tightly pursed, and a face with sharp edges and corners.

It is a very charming face.

If he hadn't gotten married early, if Fu Jiujiu hadn't been the only one in his heart, there would have been flowers and butterflies around this face.

Maybe Lin Jun in that way would not torture himself like he is today.

He will have a lot of experience in relationships, and also know many ways to please his partner, and he can handle each other with ease in the relationship.

But he only had Fu Jiujiu, and he was only willing to have Fu Jiujiu, and he disliked even the slightest intimacy from other people.

Therefore, he followed Fu Jiujiu all the time. If he wanted to leave, he would leave. If he wanted him to wait, he would wait.

Like a fool who has never had any emotional experience, so young and pitiful.

He had his hair dried and the belt of his bathrobe was fastened around his waist.

Back to the huge double bed.

On the bed was the quilt he cheated from Fu Jiujiu's house, and he buried himself in the quilt.

But this quilt is the same as other quilts in his house, the smell of Fu Jiujiu is about to dissipate.

Lin Jun's suppressed emotions finally broke out.

He lifted the quilt, got up, picked up the phone, and called Fu Jiujiu again.

It was very late, but Fu Jiujiu answered the phone very quickly.

He should have just taken a shower, and his voice was moist with a little sweetness in the timbre: "Senior."

"I want to come to your house." Lin Jun said slowly, "Is that okay?"

His voice was very deep, not the same as the usual sexy low voice, it was full of water vapor, it was about to rain.

It makes people feel gloomy.

Fu Jiujiu looked at the time: "It's very late, senior."

"My driver drove very fast." Lin Jun said.

"Did something happen?" Fu Jiujiu's tone became a little cautious, and he asked him tentatively.

Lin Jun lowered his eyes, and Fu Jiujiu's tone made his eyes slightly warm: "Yes, I have something very important to tell you face to face."

He didn't notice it himself, but his tone became softer, a little childishly aggrieved, but also a little relieved.

This kind of Fu Jiujiu made him unable to really get angry.

He hardly said anything that hurt him, and even protected him, cared for him, and carefully considered his emotions.

He didn't know what he was dissatisfied with. This was something he had never dared to think about before.

But he was still not satisfied.

He still wanted more, instead of just listening to Fu Jiujiu and obediently standing where he was, waiting for him.

More and more people started to like Fu Jiujiu. Although those people couldn't compare to him with a single finger, he couldn't stand the thought of them coveting Fu Jiujiu and saying nice things to him.

Fu Jiujiu belonged to him in the first place, and no one could share a hair of his hair.

He was eager to prove this point, and then asked Fu Jiujiu to take the initiative to peel off all his little secrets and put them in his palm.

Let him rub.

Fu Jiujiu was silent for a very short time, and Lin Jun's tone became very tough: "I'm going to your house."

"Well, you come." Fu Jiujiu said.

Lin Jun quickly changed his clothes and went downstairs, where the driver was already waiting.

He got into the car, broke through the cold wind in the winter night, and drove to Fu Jiujiu's house.

Every time he took a step closer to Fu Jiujiu's house, his mood became clearer.

Those rare fragility slowly dissipated, and his heart became tough.

Fu Jiujiu opened the door quickly.

He was wearing pajamas, with two small clips in his hair, and a delicate face was completely exposed in front of his eyes, as if there was no secret at all.

Even though he shrank back from the chill outside, he still reached out and tugged on his sleeve to let him in.

With just such a movement, Lin Jun's eyebrows softened, without the gloomy look on the phone at all.

Fu Jiujiu looked at him carefully for a moment, almost wondering if he heard it wrong just now.

"Are you still busy?" Lin Jun asked.

"Yeah." Fu Jiujiu nodded, "I'm busy catching magazine illustrations."

"Is it a magazine illustration?" Lin Jun smiled and asked casually: "Or something else?"

Fu Jiujiu looked at him suspiciously, and said affirmatively, "Magazine illustration."

"Hmm." Lin Jun said.

The two were still standing at the entrance, Lin Jun held Fu Jiujiu's wrist, and pulled him towards him.

Then he sideways, squeezing him between himself and the wall.

He didn't speak anymore, but his actions were stronger than ever.

Fu Jiujiu was a little surprised, but didn't feel scared.

Lin Jun gave him a lot of warmth and a sense of security, no matter how emotionally he was, he was someone he could trust very much.

"Senior." He raised his eyes, and the overhead light at the entrance was reflected in his eyes, which were very bright, and the concern inside was nowhere to hide: "What's wrong with you?"

Lin Jun put one hand on his waist, at the slipknot of the bathrobe.

Through the clothes, the temperature of his palm spread to his waist, Fu Jiujiu shivered slightly, feeling that his body was very attached to that temperature.

"You said let me give you some more time," Lin Jun looked down at him: "Is there a deadline?"

Fu Jiujiu hadn't thought about this question, so he couldn't help being stunned by his question.

"It's okay, you can think about it." Lin Jun said, his eyes were like a deep pool, making it impossible to see the bottom.

"Longer is fine," he added, "but I want a deadline."

Fu Jiujiu frowned and thought about it for a long time.

He cannot set a deadline because he has many things to figure out before he can decide.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know." Lin Jun waited for him for a while before saying, "It's just that I don't want to wait any longer. I want to end this relationship."

Fu Jiujiu was stunned, and looked at Lin Jun with his lips pursed.

He felt very sad, as if he heard Lin Jun talk about the day of the divorce.

At first, he wanted to cut through the mess quickly and end this relationship completely, but Lin Jun refused.

Later, this entangled relationship made him more and more dependent on him.

When he finally lowered his line of defense and wanted to straighten out his feelings, Lin Jun got tired of it and didn't want to wait for him.

His lips became tighter and tighter, and his eyes slowly became moist.

He didn't want him to see it, so he turned his head.

"You can say these words on the phone," Fu Jiujiu said in a very soft voice, "you don't have to come to my house."

Lin Jun looked down at him, seeing his eyelashes wet, seeing his white teeth biting his lip, watching his small Adam's apple rolling gently.

Even though it was so uncomfortable, he didn't say to take the initiative in this relationship, even a little bit.

He sighed helplessly, raised his hand, stroked his Adam's apple with his fingertips, and gently pressed that piece of cartilage.

The piece of cartilage rolled slightly under his fingertips, and it felt so good to the touch that he couldn't put it down.

Fu Jiujiu's breathing became a little short.

He wanted to hide, but was imprisoned by him.

His hands went all the way up, from his Adam's apple along his thin white neck.

Finally, it stopped on his small chin.

He squeezed his chin, turning him to face him.

He raised his face, eyes to his: "Fu Jiujiu, what do you need to think about?"

Fu Jiujiu's Adam's apple rolled slightly again.

"If you're just afraid of being responsible," Lin Jun said, "let's start with the relationship first, and end the ambiguity during this period of time, starting with the relationship."

"right now we……"

Fu Jiujiu hesitated for a moment. Although no one said it clearly, he always thought that their current relationship was love.

Is not it?

Because he was not abandoned again, some joy rose in his heart.

He made the sentence more complete: "Aren't we just falling in love now?"

Lin Jun laughed, his voice was low and deep, as if a little helpless, he said with emotion: "Hey, Fu Jiujiu."

Then he lowered his head, put his forehead against his forehead, rubbed the tip of his nose against his nose, and stroked slightly.

When Wen Ruan touched Wen Ruan, Fu Jiujiu's eyes widened, but her pink lips tightened.

"No," Lin Jun's voice was very soft, a little smeared with lust: "Dating is much more intimate, and you can do more."

He lowered his head a little more, lifted Fu Jiujiu's chin, and gently rubbed his lips with his lips: "Like... like this."

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