After her luck was taken away, she fell in love with the woman who traveled through time.

The more she talked, the happier she became. She stopped being jealous of Wu Chang and just kept praising Cui Ling. Cui Ling obviously didn't understand why she was being praised, so she just stood there quietly.

Liang Tan said he was tired, and then he remembered that what he needed at the moment was not praise but comfort, so he pinched the back of his neck: "Don't be jealous, Zhou Cang and I are just work friends, not even friends. In my heart, only my Cui Ling is the most important, no one else can compare to you, understand?"

Cui Ling blinked, and the light fragments reflected on her dark pupils, as if stars were born in her eyes. Liang Tan's smile deepened: "Why do I miss you so much?"

As she spoke, she reached out to rub his face again, "No wonder you call me a little ungrateful wolf. You must have taken my previous words to heart, right? You think that because I don't like you anymore, I am a little ungrateful wolf, right? You little bastard, remember, only I can call you a little ungrateful wolf, you can't call me a little ungrateful wolf, understand?"

Cui Ling had taken her words "Cui Ling is the most important" to heart, and didn't listen to anything else seriously. He stood there quietly and let her do whatever she wanted for a long time. When he saw that she was about to leave, he hurriedly pulled her clothes.

However, Liang Tan was standing at the moment, and the only place she could pull was a little fabric under her skirt, but he habitually grabbed her waist. The end result was that he inadvertently pinched her waist, and Liang Tan trembled immediately.

"What are you touching me for?" Liang Tan shuddered, holding her waist and blushing. She didn't want to have such a big reaction, but Cui Ling was too heavy-handed, and the place where she was pinched still hurts a little.

Cui Ling looked at her empty palms, then looked at Liang Tan who was holding her waist. After a long silence, she suddenly grabbed the strap around her shoulders.

Liang Tan: “…”

"I'm not leaving." He was still drunk and his voice was weak, which accidentally gave the illusion of gentleness.

Liang Tan's heart softened immediately: "You should go to bed."

"No, I won't leave." Cui Ling insisted.

Liang Tan pinched the bridge of his nose and pulled out his trump card: "If I don't leave, you won't be able to go to Teacher Wu Chang to draw tomorrow."

When Cui Ling heard Wu Chang's name, his eyes moved slightly, and he seemed to be wavering.

Although it was Liang Tan who took the initiative to mention Wu Chang, she still felt sour for a second when she saw his reaction. She gritted her teeth and muttered softly: "You ungrateful little bastard, how long have you known each other, and now he is comparable to me in your heart..."

"No." Cui Ling insisted again.

Liang Tan didn't want to stay, but when she thought about the fact that she stayed because she defeated Wu Chang... She cleared her throat: "Okay, wait a minute, I'll go back to the room, take off my makeup, change clothes, and then come to accompany you."

Only then did Cui Ling let go of his hand.

Liang Tan smiled and said, "You should go wash up too. We'll go to bed when I come back."

Cui Ling obediently went into the bathroom.

Although he was usually very obedient, he was definitely not as quick as he was now in executing orders, which made Liang Tan feel itchy and always wanted to bully him more. She stopped this dangerous thought and quickly went back to her room to wash up. When she returned to Cui Ling's room, she saw that he had changed into pajamas and was standing by the bed like a sculpture doll.

"If I didn't come, were you going to stand here all the time?" Liang Tan walked over with amusement and anger, and pressed the man directly onto the bed.

Cui Ling lay down obediently, and she also lay down on the other side. There was room for one person between the two of them, but their hands were held together.

"Go to sleep quickly," Liang Tan turned off the light and closed his eyes, "Good night."

The room was plunged into darkness and silence everywhere, with only the slight sound of the humidifier and the intertwining of each other's breathing.

After an unknown amount of time, Cui Ling's quiet and awkward voice rang out in the room: "Good night."

Liang Tan, who was already drowsy, raised the corners of his lips slightly, thinking that alcohol was not completely without benefits, at least it taught him to say good night.

On the other hand, Zhou Cang originally planned to go back at ten o'clock, but he didn't arrive at the hotel until nearly midnight. He happened to meet Wu Chang who was out for a walk. He immediately said helplessly: "Mr. Wu, are you going out so late?"

"I was bored, so I came out for a walk." Wu Chang glanced at him, "Why did you come back just now?"

"Young Master Cui drank too much, so Mr. Liang took him away first. I stayed behind to clean up the mess and it took me some time." Zhou Cang replied.

When Wu Chang heard that Cui Ling was drunk, he was surprised: "Why did he suddenly drink?"

"The child is curious. Mr. Liang and I didn't keep an eye on him, and he drank a glass of wine." Zhou Cang couldn't help laughing when he mentioned this. "Master Cui was very well behaved when he drank too much. He didn't cry or make a fuss. He just followed Mr. Liang when he called him."

Wu Chang paused and said, "Only Mr. Liang can be called away."

"They have a really good relationship as siblings," Zhou Cang commented.

Wu Chang smiled when he heard this.

Because Cui Ling was drunk, the class the next morning was cancelled. After receiving the call, Liang Tan thanked him and turned around to see Cui Ling sleeping with the quilt in his arms. The person who used to be neither happy nor sad now frowned even in his dreams. It seemed that he had not slept well this time.

"You deserve it. Let's see if you dare to drink secretly again." Liang Tan muttered, but still tucked the quilt for him and turned around to leave.

The housekeeper saw her coming out of Cui Ling's room. After a pause, he asked, "Did you sleep in Master Cui's room last night?"

"Well, he drank too much and got mad, so I stayed here," Liang Tan closed the door, "Ask the kitchen to make some hangover soup. He'll probably feel uncomfortable when he wakes up and won't be able to eat anything."

"Okay." The butler nodded in agreement, then looked hesitant.

Liang Tan raised his eyebrows: "What do you want to say?"

"...Mr. Liang, I remember you said before that Mr. Wu and Young Master Cui have a spiritual resonance. If they can spend more time together, it will be of great help to Young Master Cui's condition?"

Liang Tan nodded: "Yes, he has been learning from Wu Chang for a few days. Haven't you noticed his progress?"

"I've discovered that he didn't pay much attention to me before, but now every time I talk to him, although he may not listen to me, he will at least stop and won't completely ignore me." The housekeeper recalled Cui Ling's behavior in the past few days.

A hint of smile flashed across Liang Tan's eyes: "Yes, it's all thanks to Wu Chang."

The housekeeper thought thoughtfully: "Then...if Young Master Cui continues to study with Mr. Wu, will Young Master Cui return to normal one day?"

"I think so." Liang Tan didn't say it was a sure thing.

The butler moved his lips and began to feel embarrassed again.

Liang Tan was helpless: "Just say whatever you want to say."

"I just think... since Young Master Cui is about to return to normal, shouldn't Mr. Liang be more careful?" The housekeeper is old and feels that it is a bit difficult for him to remind Liang Tan. "After all, he is ten years old and a big boy. We adults can't indulge him blindly. If necessary, we still have to teach him more rules, so that he won't get used to it in the future..."

Liang Tan was stunned.

"I don't mean anything else, but you also know that although Master Cui is very smart, he is almost like a child in both behavior and mentality..."

"I understand what you mean," Liang Tan frowned in distress, "I was negligent."

Seeing that she was not angry, the housekeeper breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's not too late to start paying attention now."

Liang Tan responded and went back to the house with mixed feelings.

Cui Ling slept until noon before waking up. After opening her eyes, she took the initiative to get up, wash and change clothes, then sat by the bed and waited. When she heard a knock on the door, she immediately went to open the door: "Sister."

"Wake up, come and have dinner." Liang Tan smiled and stretched out his hand. He originally wanted to hold his hand, but after thinking of the housekeeper's reminder, he quickly withdrew his hand, coughed, pretended nothing had happened, and led the way in front.

There was a trace of confusion in Cui Ling's eyes, and he came to his senses only when she was almost gone, and followed her silently.

Liang Tan went to the table first and sat down. As soon as she sat down, she saw Cui Ling coming to her side. She quickly reminded him, "Go sit across from me."

Cui Ling looked at her steadily.

Liang Tan had no choice but to explain: "This table is very big, there is no need for us to squeeze together."

Cui Ling continued to stare at her.

The two of them were in a stalemate for a long time, and finally Liang Tan failed: "Okay, okay, let's sit together." One can't be too hasty.

Seeing that she compromised, Cui Ling sat down obediently. The two of them ate quietly, and Liang Tan sent Cui Ling to Wu Chang.

"I'll pick you up in the evening." Liang Tan said gently.

Cui Ling leaned forward slightly when he heard the words, but saw her leave directly.

No face pinching, no neck pinching, and no head rubbing.

He stood there at a loss, staring blankly at Liang Tan walking away.

"Cui Ling, why don't you come in?" Wu Chang's voice suddenly came from behind.

Cui Ling didn't look back.

"Cui Ling?" Wu Chang called him again.

Cui Ling just stared at the direction where Liang Tan walked away, and suddenly chased after him after a while.

Wu Chang was startled and quickly put on his shoes to chase after him, but when he got to the door, the person was gone.

Liang Tan had just arrived at the underground parking lot and had just found her car to leave when she saw a figure running towards her in a hurry. She was startled and quickly stopped the car.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Did anyone scare you?" She got out of the car in a hurry.

Cui Ling ran in front of her, his chest heaving from the rapid running, his black pupils like a calm sea, but beneath the sea was an undercurrent of grievance.

Liang Tan was stunned by his gaze. Just as he was about to ask what happened, he saw him suddenly lower his head towards him.

Liang Tan looked confused, and after a while he rubbed his head hesitantly.

The grievance in Cui Ling's eyes disappeared instantly, and then he turned and left. Wu Chang, who was chasing him in a hurry, lost one of his shoes, and saw the person he was chasing came back to him with a calm face: "Teacher."

Wu Chang: "?" Wasn't he ill? How come he got better so soon?

Wu Chang took Cui Ling back to the room with a puzzled look on his face. After they sat down in the study, he finally couldn't help but ask, "Are you sure?"

"Okay." Cui Ling always answered every question when facing Wu Chang.

Wu Chang saw this and helped him sharpen his pencil and set up his drawing board. When Zhou Cang brought in the fruit, he saw Cui Ling sitting quietly on a small stool while Wu Chang was busy running around. He was immediately amused and said, "I have been with Mr. Wu for so many years, but this is the first time I have seen you so busy."

The key is not to be busy for yourself.

Wu Chang knew he was teasing him, and without even raising his head, he said, "He's a genius, so of course he should be pampered."

"It seems that I need to collect a few more of Young Master Cui's practice works in the future. Those who can be praised as geniuses by you will definitely achieve extraordinary things in the future." Zhou Cang joked.

Wu Chang glanced at him and raised his eyebrows. "When did you become so attentive? And why did you send me strawberries for no reason?"

"A genius should be pampered, of course." Zhou Cang replied calmly.

Wu Chang laughed: "Don't use my words to fool me."

Zhou Cang also laughed: "I heard from Mr. Liang that Young Master Cui likes to eat it, so I bought some."

Cui Ling lowered his eyes and didn't even look at him.

Wu Chang's eyes showed even more interest.

Although Zhou Cang always calls himself an assistant, he is actually Wu Chang's personal manager, fully responsible for all of Wu Chang's commercial and non-commercial activities. He has both strength and status and never needs to curry favor with anyone.

However, today he took the initiative to send fruits, and praised Cui Ling in various disguised ways... Wu Chang's mind was racing, and he had already thought of something, and he couldn't help but chuckle.

Facing Wu Chang's question, Zhou Cang raised the corner of his lips: "Boss Liang and I are friends now, so it's only right that I treat him as Liang's friend's younger brother."

After saying that, he left on his own initiative.

As soon as the door closed, Wu Chang looked at Cui Ling and said, "I have known Zhou Cang for ten years. He has a perfect character and upbringing, and he looks good too. You are going to have a headache this time."

Cui Ling stared at the blank drawing board, not knowing whether he understood or not.

Wu Chang wanted to say something else, but when he accidentally glanced at the time, he immediately gave up and started teaching Cui Ling.

Cui Ling was a person who painted by instinct, and his painting style was never restricted by any rules or regulations. Wu Chang was reluctant to waste his wildly growing talent, so he never taught him where the highlights were or how to deepen the lines. He just taught him the most basic things and encouraged him to create on his own.

In this activity of teaching and being taught, he often put himself in a low position and was good at listening to Cui Ling's inner thoughts, so the teaching time between the two was often spent happily.

But today is a little different.

Cui Ling somehow managed to draw a mess of even the most basic things. Wu Chang stared at his dirty drawing board for a long time and finally couldn't help asking, "Why can't you calm down?"

Cui Ling stopped painting.

"Is it because of what I just said?" Wu Chang asked.

Cui Ling stared at the drawing board without moving. The answer was obviously no.

Wu Chang shifted his gaze back to the drawing board, staring at the lines of varying weights for a long time, and a hint of understanding gradually flashed in his eyes: "It seems to be because of Liang Tan."

Hearing the familiar name, Cui Ling's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she finally responded.

"Is your running away today related to her?" Wu Chang asked, and got the answer before he could reply.

Cui Ling refused to answer, so Wu Chang simply stopped asking and just reminded him to concentrate.

The class lasted three hours in the afternoon, and he was supposed to practice basic skills during these three hours. However, Wu Chang saw that he was absent-minded, so he simply let him do whatever he wanted in the last hour.

"Would you like some fruit?" Wu Chang asked.

Cui Ling ignored his words.

Wu Chang laughed: "How much do you hate Zhou Cang?"

Cui Ling ignored him.

"Okay, I won't ask you any more questions. There's still an hour left, so you can draw whatever you want," Wu Chang said. Seeing that he was still not paying attention, he thought for a second and added, "After you finish drawing, you can take it back and give it to Liang Tan."

Cui Ling's eyelashes trembled. Although she still had no expression, her aura was obviously much more serious. Wu Chang suppressed his smile and took out a new piece of paper, giving it to him to express himself freely.

Cui Ling pondered for a long time in front of the white paper, and finally picked up the pen and started painting.

The sound of pencils scratching across paper could be heard again in the study. Wu Chang made himself a cup of tea and ate some fruit while drinking it. By the time he finished the tea, Cui Ling had finished his painting.