Rich green tea dressed as cannon fodder husband and wife

"Nonsense." Fu Mingyan's face sank completely, unlike the usual connivance and resistance, the sense of oppression was so strong that Shen Yao shrank his neck subconsciously—after all, he was still a very good child, although he gritted his teeth He refused to retreat, but he was definitely still afraid.

"I... I didn't mess around." Shen Yao didn't dare to look at Fu Mingyan, but still bit the bullet and added another sentence in a daze.

Add oil to the fire.

After finishing speaking, Shen Yao regretted it, he shouldn't be so impulsive.He knew very well that what Fu Mingyan said was right. Once this matter was announced, it would be useless to find someone who could paint ten thousand times better than him. Shen Yao was the one who wanted the investment, and Shen Yao was the one who needed the publicity. Buying marketing is based on the plan he made by Shen Yao. If anyone comes, he will immediately change to a new set of promotion. Behind this is how many people stay up late and work overtime. They dare not slack off their jobs. There is no reason for him to be picky at this juncture.

To put it bluntly, this is Fu Mingyan's "order" to him. Fu Mingyan has paved the way long ago, and his only choice is to obey the arrangement, because he was the one who first pretended to submit articles in order to tease Fu Mingyan. He had no choice but to refuse. It's just immature, it's just that it doesn't know how to flatter, it's just that it's deliberately making trouble for Fu Mingyan.

Shen Yao wanted to make amends and say something, but he didn't know how to say it.

Whatever is said is not knowing what is good or bad, and is willful.Because Fu Mingyan made it very clear that the money given to Zhang Tingshan was enough to sustain the friendship between them, and the current propaganda was aimed at him, Shen Yao, and this matter could not be changed.

A young, handsome, talented painter, and a stern, old-fashioned art teacher like a bad old man from the last century, who is more welcome in publicity, who is easier to sell, and who gets more benefits, isn’t it already clear at a glance? .

Fu Mingyan is a businessman first, and then his "Uncle Fu"; "Uncle Fu" may allow him to act coquettishly and turn a blind eye, but Fu Mingyan must benefit first and then love.

"But teacher..." Shen Yao wanted to make amends, but there was no time for him to make amends, so Fu Mingyan stood up and stretched out his hand to pull him—it was empty, Shen Yao was so frightened that he subconsciously pushed back a step, blinking his big eyes Looking at Fu Mingyan, he looked like a child who made a big mistake but refused to admit it.

Fu Mingyan took the coat handed over by the waiter without even looking at it. He only looked at Shen Yao, but kept his hands down, and said, "Come here."

The sound was too deep, and Shen Yao couldn't help shaking.

Fu Mingyan's expression was gloomy and unpredictable, as if he had to beat him up tonight.

At this time, all the beauties and desires are completely scared, Shen Yao can't care about the nymphomaniac; Fu Mingyan's current aura is so much like his father, especially when he entered the living room after getting into a catastrophe. A moment of kissing your father - it's almost chilling the blood all over your body, the cold sweat dripping down your back, you only have to bend your legs, and before you yell "Dad", you will probably be scared by the belt in the other party's hand The hairs on end stand on end, and the soul is scattered, only running around and begging for mercy.

This experience Shen Yao is too substituting.

...Shen Yao suddenly understood why nothing happened to Fu Mingyan and this child from the Shen family after so many years of marriage. With Fu Mingyan's obvious elder attitude towards him, even if anything happened, it could only be one-sided - purely beaten.

"Fu... Uncle Fu... But the teacher needs more people to see him, can you... can you use his paintings?" Shen Yao dared not resist, trembling, put his hand into Fu Mingyan's palm, carefully ask.

Although this question is very redundant.

Fu Mingyan grabbed it with his big hand, and Shen Yao only felt that his hands and wrists were tightly grasped like iron tongs. Fu Mingyan's palm was very hot, and Shen Yao was shocked when he grabbed it. Perhaps psychological effects were also at play. As he walked towards the elevator, Shen Yao even thought that he was going to throw himself off the stairs.

"Uncle Fu, I really don't want to be a consultant, I really don't want to...don't—" Shen Yao's words stopped abruptly, and Fu Mingyan glanced at him lightly and suppressed his "confidence".

Shen Yao swallowed nervously, not daring to speak out.He really didn't know what Fu Mingyan would do to him. To be honest, he hadn't really been beaten.Although every time he got into trouble, his own father would always pull the belt without saying a word, but Shen Yao ran fast, always running, and his father was slipped away by him, and every time he said angrily She threatened to make the Shen family mansion smaller so that she wouldn't be unable to catch up with this useless brat after chasing for hours.

By the way, his original biological father wanted him to inherit the family business, but he was so obsessed with painting that he didn't do business all day long, no different from spending time and drinking, so he was beaten and punished a lot.

But... No matter what, his own father didn't really beat him, but Fu Mingyan...Shen Yao remained silent, daring to speak while standing in the elevator, and even peeked at Fu Mingyan's belt in the last hope.

There is no doubt that it is made of real leather, and it is very resilient at first glance. The belt buckle is that kind of heavy metal... Shen Yao saw it at a glance, and felt that his eyes were dark, and my life was over.

Fu Mingyan led Shen Yao straight down to the parking lot. The parking lot of the clubhouse was very luxurious, with only the floor lamps attached to the wall, which was not too bright overall. Shen Yao was held by the hand and didn't dare to struggle, so he had to follow step by step. He racked his brains to want Find a way to persuade Fu Mingyan, but no matter what method you use, you will end up being beaten.

Said he was going to "abdicate to the virtuous"?Zhang Tingshan is such a good-looking and high-minded person, if he knows that his qualifications as a consultant are "made up" by his students, will he be suffocated to death?

Shen Yao didn't think of any other way, he could only resist, just treat it as his own willfulness, at worst, he would be beaten, as long as Fu Mingyan can take the initiative to withdraw his life, maybe this matter can be regarded as nothing happened.

But before Shen Yao finally made up his mind to grit his teeth, Fu Mingyan opened the car door and pushed Shen Yao in.

Shen Yao screamed in fright, and hurriedly hid for a while, fearing that the slap would fall on his body in a second, but he closed his eyes and shrank into a ball and waited for almost ten seconds, and the imaginary beating did not fall.

Opening his eyes quietly again, Fu Mingyan leaned on the back of the leather chair and looked at him leisurely, but he was so scared that he looked like a cat with fried fur, only daring to secretly raise his eyes to look at people.

Old Xu sat in the driver's seat, watching his nose, nose and heart, as if he couldn't see.

"Fu... Uncle Fu... don't beat me up, okay?" Shen Yao blinked, taking the opportunity to beg for mercy.

"What do you think?" Fu Mingyan didn't move, but the expression on his face still showed no sign of calming down.

"...I really don't want to be an art consultant. I don't want to be in the entertainment industry. I... If I wanted to go to sea and become a star, I would have to rely on my face to make a living. My teacher's paintings are really better than mine. You just have to take a look at them." You'll know right away, maybe you think you can't make much money by using him to publicize, but with the teacher's paintings, how can I have the face to be this consultant, I am his student... Uncle Fu..." Shen Yao frowned, The water in his eyes was shining, and he looked very charming under the dim headlights, but it was not humble, but more sad, "I know you indulge me and like me, and you don't punish me if I make a big mistake. If you still hurt me, please forgive me, okay..."

Shen Yao tentatively hugged Fu Mingyan's arm, but Fu Mingyan didn't push him away, but looked deeply into his eyes, as if he wanted to penetrate his eyes and grab his heartbeat.

Shen Yao first understands it with reason and then moves with emotion, his speech skills are very good, but Fu Mingyan is still indifferent.

It shouldn't be... Iron Man should be moved after saying this, he must say a few words, right?Why didn't Fu Mingyan open his mouth?

Shen Yao looked at him, and Fu Mingyan didn't seem to change his mind.Indeed, for Fu Mingyan, he has already given enough, regardless of friendship, affection, and family affection. The essence of this matter is no longer a question of who draws well or not. Behind this is publicity, funds, and hype. It's a complicated capital world, and it's not something Mr. Fu can do just for Shen Yao's personal affair and black-and-white artistic view regardless of the overall situation.

But Shen Yao didn't want to know so much.

He only knows how to draw, and he feels that the teacher is better at painting than him, so the teacher should stand taller than him.

Why are the truly capable people buried, while those demonized by the media are applauded?Why does a man like the teacher spend his whole life on the podium, while he is just prettier but can easily get the pedals?

Shen Yao gritted his teeth and kept on doing nothing. If Fu Mingyan could really get angry, he might be able to take this opportunity back in a fit of anger.

Before Fu Mingyan could react, Shen Yao slid down, half kneeling on the carpet, and got in front of Fu Mingyan before he could stop him.

Shen Yao knelt on the carpet and looked up at Fu Mingyan.

Fu Mingyan frowned, and wanted to push him out, but Shen Yao grabbed Fu Mingyan's clothes and refused to get up.

"Uncle Fu, let me apologize to you, okay?" Shen Yao's hand is worthy of being a painter, and he quickly reached out and grabbed Fu Mingyan's dark gray metal belt buckle. This kind of buckle has a mechanism that needs to be pinched. Shen Yao has seen it but never used it before. He carefully groped for the location of the mechanism with both hands——Fu Mingyan finally couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed his wrist and lifted him up.

"Shen Yao! You mess around again!"

Fu Mingyan was really angry now.There was deep anger in his eyes, and Shen Yao felt that there was no ashes left when he was about to be burned.

Well, I'm afraid I can't escape this beating.

Shen Yao relaxed all over, letting Fu Mingyan carry the pot with a broken look. He tilted his head, his dark brown soft hair hooked around the edge of his jaw, a bit like the white and pure little prince in Western mythology .

"Okay... Uncle Fu, since you don't want it, why should you react?"

Shen Yao's eyes are very pure and clear curiosity, like a child, as if what he said is just "want candy".

For the first time under this gaze, Fu Mingyan found it difficult to deal with it. He frowned, squinted his eyes, and put down Shen Yao.

Shen Yao knelt on the blanket, his eyes were about to look where he shouldn't, when Fu Mingyan's hand covered his eyes.

"Shen Yao." Fu Mingyan's voice was a little low and dry, "Who did you learn these things from?"

"I didn't talk to anyone, I learned by myself. Maybe I was born with this kind of person, do you want to try? Uncle Fu." The corners of Shen Yao's mouth under Fu Mingyan's palm rose slightly, still smiling like a child, bright and innocent, But to say such a thing seems particularly seductive.

"No." Fu Mingyan clarified the order.

Shen Yao pouted.

"If you want to fight, just fight, but after the fight, I still won't change my mind. I won't take this opportunity."

Shen Yao has red lips and white teeth, especially after covering his eyes, his lips are rosy and his teeth are fine and white. When he speaks, the tip of his tongue moves slightly, like a restless bait.

Fu Mingyan stretched out his other hand, and wiped his lips heavily with the pulp of his thumb. Shen Yao hissed, his lips were congested with pain, and he pursed his lips in pain.

"Tough mouth." Fu Mingyan said.

Shen Yao pursed his lips: "Don't you know if your mouth is hard?"

"Tomorrow is the funeral of the Shen family." Fu Mingyan suddenly said something irrelevant.

Shen Yao also fell silent suddenly.

"...I know." Shen Yao said.

Fu Mingyan felt the touch of Shen Yao's long eyelashes blinking in the palm of his hand, and said: "When your father handed you over to me, he actually wanted to use you to restrain me. When he was alive, he was very indulgent and didn't make demands on you. , so you don't know the sufferings of the world, and you are domineering and flamboyant, so you are a very good pawn."

"..." Shen Yao was silent.

"But do you just want to be a pawn?"

Fu Mingyan's gloomy and mellow voice knocked on the eardrums in the darkness, and Shen Yao's heart couldn't help but move.

But Shen Yao already knew, if the Shen family cared about him, could they push him out to be a man wife?But he is no longer the arrogant "Master Shen" who was betrayed and foolish, he is Shen Yao, the unique Shen Yao, no one in this world cares about him, he doesn't care, he doesn't need others to care , I have long been used to not needing love. His love is devoted to romance, flowers, plants and trees, beautiful BMWs and crazy racing in the rain. He is a powerful person and a romantic person. He I only care about art and beauty, how can I be lost because of these vulgar loves.

"...What about being a chess piece?" Shen Yao said, "I am a living person with my own thoughts. I can sleep with whoever I like, scold whoever I hate, and refuse to do anything I don't want to do; If my parents don't love me, I naturally don't love them either." After speaking, Shen Yao's heart twitched slightly, but it was not obvious, as if a thread was gently pulled.

"...Do you really think so?" After a long time, Fu Mingyan asked.

"En." Shen Yao nodded.

"Okay." Fu Mingyan let go of him, picked him up and put him on the seat.

Shen Yao lowered his eyes, and his voice was very soft: "Can you promise me, Uncle Fu? Help me get rid of this consultant, and use Teacher Zhang's painting, I promise it will be better than mine."

"No." Fu Mingyan still said.

Shen Yao raised his head, and the circles of his eyes turned red for some reason: "Why?"

"It's a done deal. How many people behind the project have already completed the project. You can't do whatever you want." Although Fu Mingyan said so, he put his hands on the back of Shen Yao's neck to comfort him, and his voice was gentler.

"..." Shen Yao leaned over, buried his face in Fu Mingyan's shoulder, and hugged him.

Fu Mingyan patted his back lightly and stroked his hair.

"Uncle Fu, let's go to your house tonight, okay?" Shen Yao murmured.

"...Okay." Fu Mingyan gently pressed his head into the socket of his neck, and wrapped his arms around him, as if protecting a child.