Quick Wear: Give the Resentful Man a Home

After dealing with matters at the hospital, Duan Wu was called home by Duan Xi to reunite with his family. Faced with the two brothers' enthusiastic invitation, Ji Zhun decisively refused.

I haven't reached the point where Duan Wu and I can go home together to meet our elders for dinner.

Think about your boyfriend's background, and you can imagine a lot of tests and obstacles of wealthy families in novels.

He wasn't mentally prepared yet.

While no one was at home, Ji Hui asked for his phone again. Ji Zhun immediately rebinded his own account and logged into the account that he had not dared to open in front of Duan Wu.

The background information of the account receiving the manuscript has reached 999+, and most of them are obscene words.

Jizhun still owed two manuscripts for which the final payment had been paid, but Duan Wu had already made it clear that he intended to live with him, so he could only complete this shameful task while someone was away.

After pouring a cup of coffee, Jizhun curled up on the sofa with his tablet in hand and started to create. The sunlight was shining on the glass and the air-conditioning temperature was very comfortable. It was a rare opportunity for a young man to be alone doing what he liked, and he enjoyed the tranquility of life.

The premise is not to look at the position he is painting at the moment,

Jizhun poked the corner of his mouth with the tip of the brush, and the brush that was swinging at high speed suddenly stopped.

The requirement of the order is that the chest muscles are big enough.

His initial draft seemed to have thought the upper limit of male pectoral muscles was too conservative and traditional.

At least after touching Duan Wu's during this period, he knew that the size he drew should not be considered as a big chest muscle.

Why did I think of this guy again?

Jizhun scratched his hair, feeling ashamed for being unable to help but use Duan Wu as a reference.

You can't do this, you can't do this. It goes against the ethics of an artist.

He sent the two versions to the single owner in a private message to see whether she preferred a round and plump figure or a lean and strong figure.

Soon, there were several huge exclamation marks in response.

[Male mother is the best in the world: !!! Teacher, you are simply my god, I want the b version, I want the b version! Kiss.jpg]

[Can't draw: OK, I'll hand it in within three days. Sorry for the long wait^^]

[Male mother is the best in the world: Don’t worry, teacher, three times are important, can we make an appointment for the Mid-Autumn Festival now~~~ Pay the money.jpg]

[Can't draw: It's a bit early, I may not continue to accept manuscripts in the future. 】

[Male mom is the best in the world:! ? No no teacher! No no QAQ, why don’t you accept the manuscript? Is there anything wrong with the third time? ]

[The best male mom in the world: You are my only one QAQ, don’t quit! ]

[I can’t draw: I haven’t quit the circle, but I may not have that much free time, so I’m not sure if I can arrange it. 】

The girl opposite with the ID called Male Mom is a big client of Jizhun for many years. She became famous thanks to a post posted by Male Mom that went viral in the circle.

He explained patiently but did not mention his love life.

After all, Duan Wu's job is special, and he needs to report to others when he wants to date. On the other hand, Duan Wu and Ji Hui are different.

If the two of them really decided to live together for a long time, it would be impossible for her to hide in the study room with the door closed and keep Duan Wu outside for several hours without letting him in.

I haven't figured out how to explain this to my lover yet, so I decided not to tell him for now.

It's so shameful//

On the other end of the chat, an introverted and well-behaved girl who looked totally inconsistent with her name urgently notified the bad news to the "Fans Group 1 of the Teacher Who Can't Draw".

[Male mother: Good news, Teacher Bu Bu just contacted me. Bad news, Teacher Bu Bu said he may not have time to take orders later. (Picture) (Picture)]

[Have you saved enough money for the commissioned articles? Tonic? ? I have only completed three-fifths of the money-saving process. ]

[Addicted to beauty: No way, my Internet dining table! ]

There were 999 calls in the group every day, and everyone soon saw the bad news.

[I was criticized again today: Did the teacher encounter any difficulties during the three attempts? 】

[Male mother: I don’t know. I don’t think so.]

I remember that Zhun didn't know that a heated discussion had started in the group. He focused on coloring for nearly four hours and finally completed the manuscript that had been delayed for nearly a month.

After sending it to the boy’s mother with a watermark, I saw that the backstage was full of fans who cared about him.

Remember to open the group carefully. I scrolled through dozens of pages online and couldn't see the end, but I could still tell what happened from the conversation.

He quickly comforted those group members who wanted to donate to him.

[Can't Draw: I haven't encountered any difficulties, my life is going smoothly, please don't believe in donations and transfers, I will not borrow money from anyone in my personal name. ]

Seeing that Jizhun had popped up, people in the group started asking him if he had encountered any trouble.

[Can't Draw: Don't worry, nothing happened, it's just some personal issues, thank you for your concern. ]

[Backing off artist: Teacher! You must not back off. Who will save my XP? Please don’t back off.]

[Cucumber Sour: I won’t ask about the teacher’s three-dimensional affairs, just come back and take a look occasionally~]

The group was in a state of farewell, and I remember sending a few more messages before I logged out of the account.

At first, he just wanted to use his brush to fulfill his imagination, but he didn't expect that he would get better and better, and now he has accumulated more than 500,000 fans.

What he is more famous for than his painting skills are his ideas and designs, which always find novel angles and the tension that can excite people.

By the time Jizhun had packed up, it was almost eight o'clock and Duan Wu had not come back yet. He turned on his cell phone and the call alert rang.

I remember picking up the phone, and it was a bit quiet on the other end.

"Duan Wu?" He called out, but the other side still didn't speak.

Jizhun swiped the screen and saw that the call was still going on, so he called out to him, "Duan Wu? Can you hear me?"

"It's okay." His voice was a little hoarse, mixed and low. "I wanted to tell you that I can't come over tonight."

Jizhun felt a sudden sense of loss in his heart, but he still answered with understanding, "It's really late, if you don't want to come, then don't come. You should go to bed early."

"I was going to go over. But after hearing your voice, I suddenly changed my mind." Duan Wu said, and the rustling laughter over there did not escape Ji Zhun's ears.

But at this moment, his emotions were filled with Duan Wu's undisguised and unreserved longing for him.

These words really make one's heart beat faster, but they are also very simple.

He didn't say he missed him, but it seemed like he had said it all.

Jizhun said in a muffled voice, "Then I'll change it too. Actually, I'll be sad if you don't come over."

I have already been unreserved so many times, and there seems to be no need to pretend to be indifferent and sensible at this time.

The more they got along, the more he realized how attentive and partial Duan Wu was, and a strong emotion surged up in him.

Jizhun held his breath, a little nervous, and whispered while holding the phone, "When will you be back?"

"I miss you so much,"

"I've been thinking about it all afternoon."

After saying this, his ears turned red and he covered his face with the back of his hands, feeling nervous and expectant.

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Bad news: the next chapter hasn’t been completed yet, and it probably won’t be out until tomorrow morning.