It's reasonable to rely on a lover in a love game [Unlimited]

"My cousin?" Ji Qingyue turned to look at him.

Gu Ming and his voice were steady and gentle: "Yes, your cousin called a few days ago and said he would come over tomorrow."

Ji Qingyue's focus shifted a bit: "Phone?"

He hasn't seen the phone since he came in this copy.

Gu Ming and his eyebrows raised lightly, as if they could read their minds and replied: "Well, your cousin called me, young master, you don't like mobile phones and computers, so people in the villa will try to avoid your sight when using them. .”

"Oh."

So the problem is with him.Then why does he not like it? Is it because he doesn't like it for no reason, or is there some...hidden secret?

He tilted his head and glanced at Gu Minghe. Gu Minghe's favorability for him has not yet reached sixty. If he directly asked himself why he didn't like this kind of question, it would seem strange, and it would be considered a collapse.

Let's wait until the favorability level is high, and then ask again. Even if the questions he asks are very strange, Gu Minghe should be able to find something like "Because I like him, there is a filter that will automatically find the unreasonable parts of his words." Let him leak clues on the pretext of deceiving yourself and others."

He temporarily put aside his own problems, and planned to find a way to improve his favorability first.

Next to him, Gu Minghe suddenly said, "Master, there is something I might need to tell you."

Ji Qingyue looked at him suspiciously: "What is it?"

"Your cousin will come tomorrow, I hope the young master will be vigilant, don't trust your uncle's words, and don't leave my sight, is that okay?"

Ji Qingyue listened to Gu Minghe's gentle and serious tone, subconsciously nodded in agreement.

Is Gu Minghe saying that his cousin is dangerous?Is this a clue to tell him directly?Or, that Uncle Tang has become so dangerous that Gu Ming and the character he plays know and want to remind him?

If the character played by Gu Minghe knew that his cousin was dangerous, even if Gu Minghe himself didn't want to provide him with clues, it would be because of the butler's personality telling him to be careful of his uncle.

So, could this cousin be a murderer?

It doesn't seem to be necessarily true. Although the name of the killer is the killer, it doesn't matter if you change the name. The killer has nothing to do with the background of the entire dungeon, that is, the story of the script. It is more like a bug deliberately added by the system to increase the difficulty. It is more similar to the existence of him and Gu Minghe.

So even if this cousin is dangerous in the script story, it doesn't mean he is a murderer. The murderer may also be an NPC who has no grievances with his character, such as the nanny in the villa, or the old man who loves him very much. Maybe Mr.

Just because the setting of the murderer has nothing to do with the story of the script, it is impossible for him to guess who the murderer is based on the background or character relationship in the script.

The murderer has no motive for killing him at all, so he must guard against everyone in the instance.

But if Gu Minghe is here, he doesn't have to worry at all, his golden finger is very easy to use.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but patted Goldfinger's arm. The suit fabric was very easy to touch under his palm, so he couldn't help touching it a couple more.

Gu Minghe didn't move and let him touch it back and forth a few times, then retracted his hand before asking, "What are you doing, young master?"

Ji Qingyue's fingers that had just been retracted froze.

"It's nothing, there's dust on your clothes, I'll help you get rid of it." Ji Qingyue started to lie, but he couldn't do Gu Minghe's expressionless face and heartbeat, and he felt uncomfortable in embarrassment.

"Is that so, thank you, young master." Gu Minghe helped him lie, his words and actions were very natural, as if what Ji Qingyue said was the truth.

Ji Qingyue quickly changed the subject: "I want to paint."

"Okay, then I'll push the young master over." Gu Minghe looked as usual and cooperated very well.

-

Ji Qingyue quickly realized that in order not to be so embarrassing, he casually brought up some topic.

He actually said that he wanted to paint.

But he can't draw at all.

The last time he drew a picture was in the interest class in elementary school, and now he is in his 20s.

"..."

Ji Qingyue wanted to regret it, but Gu Minghe had already pushed him to the studio door.He wanted to say that he didn't want to paint anymore, but he swallowed the words again.

Painting shouldn't have anything to do with it. Painting with Gu Minghe will definitely get you a good impression.For the sake of favorability, he thinks he can persevere, pretending that he can draw shouldn't be, difficult, right?

Ji Qingyue's heart hung up.

If it is seen that he can't draw, is it considered a collapsed person, but compared with the favorability of the collapsed person, the favorability is more important.

And this is the only thing he can think of now that he can do with Gu Minghe, and Gu Minghe won't let him out of the villa, so he can't just stroll around in the villa with Gu Minghe for a day...

He made up his mind and was pushed to the easel by Gu Minghe.Looking at the various things in the studio, Ji Qingyue, who almost didn't know what they were, felt a little desperate.

Looking at the blank paper on the drawing board in front of him, he sighed in his heart: "I want to draw a sketch."

It was the only thing he ever learned, in elementary school.

Gu Minghe replied beside him, took away the white paper in front of him, and replaced it with a white paper that he couldn't see the difference.Then Gu Minghe pushed over the shelf with a row of pencils and erasers.

Ji Qingyue: "..."

I just want to draw a sketch, do I need so many pencils and erasers?

Ji Qingyue tried his best to recall his memories of elementary school, but he only recalled how he randomly scratched on the paper with a pencil, made his hands and body black, and then went home and was beaten, and he was so poor that he always had a lot of stationery. Mom sharpened a bunch of pencils for him to take to school, and then every time because of chasing and fighting in the classroom, he dropped all the pencils on the ground and broke all the nibs.

As for how the sketch is drawn.

Sorry, don't remember at all.

"..."

I don't know if he stared at the pile of pencils for too long, but Gu Minghe, who was standing by and waiting silently, finally found something, reached out and took a pencil and handed it to him.

Ji Qingyue reached out to take it, turned to face the drawing board, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The first step of picking up the paintbrush has been completed, and the next step is the second step, finding something and starting to copy it.

In his imagination, he and Gu Minghe painted together, and Gu Minghe should be his model, and he would paint.But the reality is that he seems to be so overreaching that he can't even draw an apple on the table.

He pointed the tip of the pencil to the drawing paper, and scratched lightly tentatively, but he didn't find any familiar feeling.

"..."

It's hard to ride a tiger.

-

Ji Qingyue froze in front of the drawing board, he didn't know how to put his hand on the drawing paper, he couldn't continue to draw, if he retracted his hand...

Ji Qingyue was silent for a moment, tilting his head bit by bit, and saw Gu Minghe standing beside him looking at his hand holding a pencil.Although Gu Minghe's expression was smiling, Ji Qingyue still had the feeling of a teacher standing beside him.

It’s still the kind of art teacher with superb painting skills who always likes to stand next to you without saying a word while you are painting, and then lightly clicks when you finish painting behind your back in fear, saying "Drawing!" It's pretty good, tear it up and redraw it."

Ji Qingyue: ...the sense of substitution is very strong, and I am already nervous.

"Master?"

Gu Minghe's low and laughing voices rang in his ears, interrupting his association.

"Huh? What's the matter?" Ji Qingyue put away his thoughts, and before he finished speaking, he saw his sore and drooping arm being held by Gu Minghe from bottom to top, giving his arm a support point .

Ji Qingyue put his elbows on Gu Minghe's palm with all his strength, and saw Gu Minghe's fingers moving slightly around his elbow, and he could feel the white gloves and the fabric of his clothes rubbing against his skin, and the friction was just right. No discomfort, even a little comfort.

"Okay." He was rubbed for a while, and the area around his elbows became hot.He lifted his arm away from Gu Minghe's hand without being blocked at all.

Then he put his hand on the drawing paper again, the pencil slanted out from the palm of his hand and poked on the white paper.

He looked around sadly, trying to find the simplest cube to copy, but before he could react, he felt the touch on the back of his hand. He looked back and saw Gu Minghe's palm attached to the back of his hand.

He turned his head in the direction of Gu Minghe, and saw Gu Minghe bent down, holding his hand and leaving the drawing paper, a gentle and patient voice sounded in his ear: "Don't stick your hands on the paper, Get your hands dirty."

Ji Qingyue is like an obedient student: "Oh."

"Also, the posture of holding the pen is not right." Gu Minghe spoke calmly and gently helped him adjust his posture.

Ji Qingyue relaxed his right hand and let him fiddle with it, only nodding: "Oh."

After Gu Minghe corrected his posture, he still held his hand, and slightly pushed his hand to draw a long straight line on the paper.

"The force should be a little heavier," Gu Minghe's warm breath dyed the tips of his ears red when he spoke, "Don't hesitate, just write neatly, first draw a rough outline and then repair it, don't do it bit by bit dawdling..."

Ji Qingyue felt that he had returned to his student days in an instant. He was taught by Gu Minghe to draw an apple on the table in front of him, but he only focused on Gu Minghe's hands and face the whole time, and didn't remember much.

"Master, do you remember?" Gu Minghe put down his hand.

"..."

"Remember." Gu Minghe wouldn't want to do random checks, would he?

"I think so too. The young master is good at painting, but today he just has no inspiration?"

Ji Qingyue: "..."

The reasons have been found for me, what else can I say.It's hard for Gu Minghe to help me find a reason.

"You also draw very well." Ji Qingyue turned to look at him.

"Thank you sir."

"Do you have anything else?" Ji Qingyue took the opportunity to ask.

Gu Minghe reached out and took the pieces of paper that Ji Qingyue had put aside before, and handed them to Ji Qingyue: "It should be written on it."

Ji Qingyue took it over, looked for it, and sure enough, he saw all the things that Gu Ming and the meeting had written down on the paper.

From racing, boating and horseback riding, to cooking and housework, flower arrangement, from basketball to skiing and swimming, to painting, piano and guitar...

I really can't tell, his butler is quite versatile.I don't know how many Gu Minghe will know.

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