After becoming the personal model of the boss

After eating, Zhou Shang'an did not forget to give another compliment.

"Brother, you cook really delicious."

He Xiancheng smiled at him.

Zhou Shang'an rubbed his stomach and burped contentedly, feeling that He Xiancheng looked more and more pleasing to the eye today.

After He Xiancheng packed up, the two went to the studio together.

After a few days, he became a lot more proficient in posing, and he didn't need He Xiancheng to adjust him everywhere, he could feel what effect He Xiancheng probably wanted.

It's just that tonight seems to be very long, and Zhou Shang'an almost fell asleep unconsciously, only to hear He Xiancheng say it's ok.

He stood up and stretched his sore muscles, and asked while putting on his clothes, "Is the painting finished?"

"Not yet." He Xiancheng didn't follow, but was looking at the painting, frowning slightly.

Seeing He Xiancheng's serious expression, Zhou Shang'an tightened his heart: "What's wrong? Did the painting go wrong?"

"It's nothing, there's nothing wrong with the painting." He Xiancheng looked up at him, his brows had been relaxed, and his eyes had returned to calm.

But for a moment, Zhou Shang'an seemed to see some other complicated emotions flashing across He Xiancheng's face.

Zhou Shangan blinked, wondering if he had read it wrong.

"Hurry up and go home," He Xiancheng stood up after looking out the window, "It's getting late."

Zhou Shang'an suddenly remembered that he hadn't been back for a long time, and his heart felt a little astringent. He lowered his eyes and whispered: "Okay, then I'm leaving, brother, you should rest early."

He Xiancheng said hello and sent him to the door, "Be careful on the road."

Zhou Shangan went back to the hotel to take a shower and lay down on the big bed, her body sinking into the soft bed.

The ceiling lamp emitted a soft yellow light, and he stared at it for a long while, then got up and took the mobile phone on the bedside table, opened it and saw the dialog with He Xiancheng.

The two hadn't formally chatted, except for the money transfer, the only message was his own name sent by He Xiancheng when he just added it.

He Xiansheng.

Zhou Shangan laughed when he saw it. At first he thought his name was He Xiansheng.

With a light tap of his finger on the screen, Zhou Shang'an also sent his name.

He clicked into He Xiansheng's circle of friends.

Very clean, nothing, set up only visible for three days.

The background picture of He Xiancheng's circle of friends is a photo of the seaside, the sky is hazy and beautiful golden, it is a bit hard to tell whether it is sunrise or sunset.

In the photo, there is a figure from the back, languid and tall, sitting on the stone barrier of the road by the sea, it seems to be He Xiancheng himself, and there is a cat beside him, just like him, there is only one back.

After a moment of warmth, Zhou Shang'an actually felt that He Xiancheng's back was a bit depressed.

He thought, He Xiancheng was different from when he first met.

But he couldn't tell exactly what was different.

If he hated He Xiancheng at first, now he likes the feeling of being with He Xiancheng instead.

Very comfortable and at ease.

Thinking of this, Zhou Shang'an was also taken aback.

He came back to look at the photo, swipe his fingertips on the screen, and save the picture in his phone.

He Xiancheng still didn't reply when he exited.

Zhou Shangan turned over and put the phone on the head of the bed, lay down on his side and rolled up the quilt.

In the middle of the night, he woke up suddenly.

He had a dream, he stood outside the house but didn't go in, through the door he saw the soft light in the living room, the housekeeper and the nanny were busy serving the table.

His father, Zhou Chuxiong, watched TV on the sofa in the living room. When he was a child, Zhou Chuxiong liked to watch TV with him when he was free at home, and then waited for his mother to come and ask them to eat.

There was also someone sitting on Zhou Chuxiong's lap with a small back. Zhou Shangan approached curiously and found that it was an unfamiliar face.

Zhou Chuxiong's peaceful expression just now changed suddenly.

"What are you doing here! Get out!"

Zhou Shang'an was taken aback, realizing that Zhou Chuxiong was scolding him.

Zhou Chuxiong hugged the child in his arms tightly, and coaxed in a low voice: "Hey, Dad is here, don't be afraid."

This was Zhou Chuxiong's tenderness to him that he had never felt before. Zhou Shangan only felt a sharp pain in his heart. He stepped forward and pulled Zhou Chuxiong's hand, "Dad!"

Zhou Chuxiong didn't seem to know him at all, and frowned, "Who are you?"

At this time, a woman came out of the kitchen. She was dressed dignifiedly and looked gentle. It was Zhou Shang'an's mother who came to ask them to eat.

Zhou Shang'an ran over to talk to his mother, but when he got closer, he found that he didn't even recognize that face.

On his mother grew another woman's face.

Zhou Shang'an broke out in cold sweat.

He watched the woman go to the sofa, talked to Zhou Chuxiong softly, and rubbed the child's head.

Then the woman turned her head and smiled sinisterly at him.

Zhou Shang'an seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move, and could only watch helplessly as the picture in front of him got farther and farther away.

The room was very lively, he was immersed in the darkness, his chest seemed to be tightened and he couldn't speak.

When Zhou Shangan suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were still pitch black, and he couldn't tell where he was for a moment.

Zhou Shangan recalled in a daze that he had heard that his father had raised a woman outside, and he would bring her home soon.

He sat up slowly, with his legs bent and his face buried in his knees.

The quilt on his body fell off, and Zhou Shang'an felt a chill on his back, and when he touched it, he realized that he had broken out in a cold sweat at some point.

He took a few breaths, turned on the small lamp beside the bed, pulled up the quilt and covered it again, but found that he couldn't fall asleep anyway.

An took a look at his phone last week. It was only two o'clock in the morning, and then looked at the communication records. Since he hung up the phone that day, there has been no call from home.

In the dark yellow room, Zhou Shang'an wrapped the quilt over and over again, and curled up into a ball forcefully.