Fall in love with summer flamingos

After graduating from university, Shen Luo opened a gallery in City A. He doesn't like being a boss and is not good at management. Shen Luo is a pure artist.

But artists also have to deal with worldly matters, and they have to make a living and take care of the daily necessities of life, so Shen Luo's gallery hired special people to run it.

In his spare time, he usually stays at home to paint, or goes to various art exhibitions to see the works of other painters. If he finds some paintings that he appreciates and that meet his aesthetic taste, he will buy them and then exhibit them in his own gallery for guests to see.

Shen Luo was drinking coffee in his own gallery that day, admiring the new works of a painter he had recently met. The door of the gallery was pushed open. He looked up in the direction of the door and his eyebrows instantly twisted together.

"Shen Luo, it's time to go home."

Li Mingfan stood beside the sofa and looked at him from top to bottom.

Shen Luo looked at the man who had just got off work and was still wearing a suit. He was looking at him with an irritated look on his face.

"Li Mingfan, don't you have anything else to do?" Shen Luo asked impatiently.

Li Mingfan sat down and looked at the painting that Shen Luo was admiring:

"Of course I don't have anything else to do, unlike you, who still has the leisure to sit here and look at other people's paintings."

Shen Luo frowned and slapped away Li Mingfan's hand that was about to touch the painting, saying seriously, "Don't touch it."

"Ha! So precious." Li Mingfan sneered at Shen Luo, then looked down at the back of his hand that was instantly slapped red, feeling dissatisfied.

Shen Luo carefully put the painting away in a box and looked at him and said, "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

Li Mingfan stared at him with deep eyes: "Have you forgotten what I told you? You haven't been home for three or four days."

Shen Luo was speechless. He leaned back in his chair, looked at the man in front of him with a complicated expression, whose scoundrel temperament could not be concealed even with his glasses, and said:

"I've been visiting exhibitions all over the place these days, so I don't have time to visit you."

"Oh, it seems I have to go talk to Shen Yu. He must have missed me a lot recently." Li Mingfan said coldly with his lips curled.

Shen Luo said in a deep voice: "Li Mingfan, is all you can do to threaten people?"

Li Mingfan raised his eyebrows, intertwined his fingers, and leaned forward to look at Shen Luo: "Yes, I can only threaten you."

"Li Mingfan, you are already 26 years old. Don't do this again." Shen Luo had lost his patience.

"Now, come home with me right now. I'm only saying this once."

Li Mingfan hated it most when Shen Luo brought up his age, but this person had been bringing up his age for several years, and Li Mingfan instantly became furious.

Shen Luo ignored him and stood up to greet the store manager. He walked straight to the door, opened it, and got into Li Mingfan's car angrily.

Li Mingfan got up and chased after him, opened the car door, got into the driver's seat, turned the key, and drove the car at high speed to bring Shen Luo back to his home.

Shen Luo just got home and was about to go in to take a shower, but Li Mingfan squeezed in before he closed the door. Shen Luo squinted his eyes and looked at him:

"What did you come in for?"

"Let me wash your hair." Li Mingfan stood behind Shen Luo, put his arms around his waist and said in his ear.

"No need." Shen Luo pried his hand away forcefully and said coldly.

Li Mingfan shamelessly came up to Shen Luo and squeezed her waist tightly: "I used to wash your hair all the time."

Shen Luo looked at Li Mingfan in the mirror, frowned slightly and said, "Li Mingfan, that's already in the past."

Li Mingfan seemed to be unable to hear Shen Luo's words. He pulled the stool from the bathroom over and pressed Shen Luo to sit on it.

"I'll dry clean your hair. I've practiced the technique for you to try." Li Mingfan said to himself and took two steps to get the shampoo.

Shen Luo just sat there straight. He knew Li Mingfan was stubborn and he didn't want to waste his energy trying to argue with him.

Li Mingfan squeezed a dollop of shampoo on the top of his head, then sprayed some water on it and began to rub it slowly with his hands, like a shampooer who had specially learned how to do it in a barber shop.

"Shen Luo, do you still have frequent headaches? I learned this technique from a massage master."

Li Mingfan washed Shen Luo's hair and gently massaged his scalp with his fingertips.

Shen Luo felt somewhat comfortable with Li Mingfan's massage technique and slowly closed his eyes. Li Mingfan saw that his expression had relaxed and he seemed to be quite comfortable, so he massaged him even harder.

"I've never washed anyone else's hair. How is it? Is it okay?" Li Mingfan asked softly.

"It's okay." Shen Luo replied coldly after several seconds.

Li Mingfan smiled when he heard these two words. He washed Shen Luo's head for half an hour. Finally, Shen Luo couldn't sit still anymore and was ready to take a shower, so he drove him out.

When Shen Luo came out of the shower, Li Mingfan was cooking in the kitchen. Hearing the sound of the bathroom door opening, Li Mingfan turned around and turned off the fire.

Li Mingfan went to the bathroom and took down the hair dryer hanging on the wall, preparing to blow Shen Luo's hair.

Shen Luo looked at Li Mingfan: "I don't blow-dry my hair, it's too noisy, let it dry naturally."

Li Mingfan saw that the hair on his collarbone was still dripping with water. He walked over to the sofa, plugged in the power cord, and stood behind him and said:

"It's easy to catch a cold if the air conditioner is on. This one is very quiet, try it."

All of Shen Luo's rejections were meaningless to Li Mingfan. He was neither humble nor arrogant and always insisted on his refusal, like a big fool who couldn't listen to anyone.

After several minutes, Shen Luo asked, "What were you doing in the kitchen just now?"

Li Mingfan grabbed the ends of his hair and slowly shook the hair dryer and said with a smile, "I'll make you some soup."

Shen Luo sighed, raised his hand to hold Li Mingfan's hand holding the hair dryer, turned off the hair dryer, and said:

"Li Mingfan, don't do this."

Li Mingfan touched Shen Luo's hair, which seemed to be almost dry. He turned around and left with the hair dryer. After coming out of the bathroom, he went straight into the kitchen.

Shen Luo suddenly felt extremely powerless. With Li Mingfan, Shen Luo always felt like he was punching cotton.

Li Mingfan cooked a pot of chicken soup. He brought the soup out and placed it on the dining table. He glanced at Shen Luo who was watching TV on the sofa.

"Shen Luo, come and have some soup."

Shen Luo glanced at Li Mingfan, stood up and walked over to the dining table. Li Mingfan had already served him a bowl of rice and placed it on the table.

Li Mingfan put his hands on the table and looked at Shen Luo: "Try it, how is it?"

Shen Luo scooped a spoonful of soup, blew on it, and took a sip: "Nice skills, when did you learn it?"

Li Mingfan lit a cigarette, raised his chin, took a puff and said calmly, "I learned it from the aunt in my host family when I was in England."

Shen Luo paused with his spoon: "Why are you learning this?"

Li Mingfan looked at Shen Luo. He knew Shen Luo was asking a question he already knew the answer to, but he still answered sincerely: "Because you like chicken soup."

Shen Luo didn't say anything. He finished a bowl of soup and then filled another bowl and said:

"Li Mingfan, we really have no chance. Let's stop doing these meaningless things."

Li Mingfan frowned, feeling irritated and depressed. Why was Shen Luo always like this, always spoiling his fun when he felt he had a little hope?

"Shen Luo, stop talking nonsense. I said I won't let you go unless I die."

Li Mingfan's voice was extremely cold. He pinched out the cigarette with his fingers, and a burning pain came from his fingertips. Li Mingfan frowned slightly.

Shen Luo's heart was instantly tugged at when he saw his childish behavior: "Li Mingfan, you are already 26 years old, don't be so childish."

Li Mingfan squinted his eyes and glanced at Shen Luo, then stood up and walked into the bathroom. Before closing the door, he said coldly, "Don't mention my age again."

Li Mingfan closed the door, leaned his hands on the sink, looked at the person in the mirror, his chest kept rising and falling with pain, and he couldn't vent the frustration in his heart at all.

When Shen Luo finished his second bowl of soup, he heard the sound of glass breaking in the bathroom. He put down the bowl and knocked on the bathroom door, but Li Mingfan had locked the door from the inside.

Shen Luo walked to the sofa, squatted down, took out the first aid kit from under the coffee table, placed it at the door of the bathroom and said:

"I'm not going in. The first aid kit is at your door. You can handle it yourself."

After Shen Luo cleaned up and washed the dishes, he returned to the bedroom. He looked at his phone for a while, chatted with the store manager, and sent a message to Shen Yu, asking him not to worry about him.

Putting down his phone, Shen Luo stared at the ceiling in a daze, thinking about the plan in his mind. He felt that the progress was a bit slow, and thinking of Li Mingfan made him feel headache and annoyed.

After about ten minutes, Li Mingfan came in with a piece of gauze wrapped around his hand. Shen Luo looked up and confirmed that Li Mingfan broke the glass after taking a shower.

Li Mingfan looked at Shen Luo, then he fell directly on the bed, without even looking at Shen Luo, and said, "Come."

Shen Luo frowned and let out a breath. He leaned over to Li Mingfan and was about to reach out when he heard Li Mingfan's irritated voice: "No need, just come directly."

"You'll get hurt this way." Shen Luo paused and looked at Li Mingfan's arched back.

Li Mingfan, still in an irritable tone, urged: "I told you not to, stop talking nonsense."

Shen Luo frowned, turned him over, leaned over and kissed him hard. His hair fell on Li Mingfan's face and brushed his cheek.

Li Mingfan kissed him with his eyes open. He pinched Shen Luo's jaw hard from bottom to top. Looking at Shen Luo with his eyes closed, a hint of sourness appeared in his eyes.

Shen Luo, if you can't love me, if I can't feel your love, then let me feel the pain. As long as it's the pain you give me, I will consider it as love.

In extreme pain and struggle, Shen Luo had a heart-wrenching lovemaking session with Li Mingfan.