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Lu Jinyan thought that he would receive a call from the Lu family soon, but strangely, the next few days remained calm.

During the period, he accompanied Jiang Yubai to Mr. Shan's studio, and also received an olive branch from a basketball club.

"You like basketball and you have strength, why don't you try it?" Jiang Yubai put down the paintbrush in his hand and looked up at him.

"Xiaobai, I've actually thought about this matter." Lu Jinyan walked into the studio and sat on the carpet opposite him, "There is a big gap between the strength of college teams and professional clubs. Compared with trained professional players, there is also a gap, and the room for improvement is very limited. So between continuing to complete my studies or signing with a club, I choose the former.”

"But..." Jiang Yubai reached out to cover the back of his hand, and persuaded softly, "Basketball is the only hobby you have insisted on for so many years. If you miss this opportunity now, I'm afraid you will regret it in the future."

"Basketball is my hobby for many years, and it will be my lifelong hobby." Lu Jinyan shook his backhand, "There are so many amateur games, as long as I can still play, as long as there is an audience, where is it not a basketball show? "

Looking into those dark eyes, Jiang Yubai promised in a serious tone: "No matter when and where, I will definitely be your last audience."

"Having you cheering for me is better than the applause of tens of thousands of people." Lu Jinyan took his hand and rubbed his cheek lightly, "When I am 80 years old and use a cane to shoot the ball into the basket, by then you Will definitely be proud of me."

"80 years old?" Jiang Yubai was suddenly amused, "When you are 80 years old, do you still have the strength to play basketball?"

"Why not?" Lu Jinyan supported the carpet with both hands, and leaned over to press him, "Is my wife not clear about my physical strength?"

Jiang Yubai retreated subconsciously, was forced to the corner of the wall and had no way to retreat, in the end his jaw was pinched and his breathing was blocked.

There was a burst of tsk-tsk water in the studio, which was soon interrupted by the abrupt ringtone of the mobile phone.

Lu Jinyan opened his gloomy eyes, bit his plump lower lip dissatisfied, stepped back a little, and took out his phone from his pocket.

When he saw the caller ID, he frowned and stood up from the ground.

Jiang Yubai leaned against the wall to breathe slowly: "Whose phone is it?"

Lu Jinyan turned on the phone screen: "My dad's phone."

Jiang Yubai instantly became nervous: "Is he going to scold you?"

"It's okay, anyway, he can't do anything to me through the phone." Lu Jinyan smiled reassuringly, "Listen to what he has to say first."

Jiang Yubai nodded, and then stood up.

Lu Jinyan answered the phone and pressed the speakerphone: "Father."

"Hmm." A majestic and deep voice came from the other end of the phone, "I'm going to hold a birthday party for you this year, so I'll come back three days early."

Lu Jinyan and Jiang Yubai looked at each other, and couldn't help but wonder: "Didn't Mom tell you?"

Lu Yiming paused: "What's the matter?"

"I have a boyfriend." Lu Jinyan directly announced the big news.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Lu Yiming suddenly raised his voice: "What did you say?"

"Father, you heard me." Lu Jinyan repeated calmly, "The person I like is a man, and I will never marry a woman and have children in my life."

There was a loud "bang", Lu Yiming gritted his teeth at the phone and said, "Lu Jinyan, get the hell out of here immediately!"

After hanging up the phone, he stood up furiously and wiped everything on the desk.

He never expected that his most proud son would have a crush on a man right under his nose!

At this time, a weak figure appeared at the door of the study.

Lu Yiming slammed his palm on the desk and asked sharply, "Did you know that your son is gay?"

Su Yushu grabbed the door frame with her fingers and summoned up her courage, "Yi Ming, the times are different now, in fact, homosexuality—"

"Sure enough, you already knew!" Lu Yiming interrupted her angrily, "You didn't bring your son back to the right path, and you even helped hide it from me. Do you want to kill him and also the Lu family?"

"Yi Ming, I..." Tears welled up in Su Yushu's eyes, and her body in a white dress was trembling with fear, "No..."

"A loving mother is a loser!" Lu Yiming was so angry that his eyes went black for a while, and he propped his hand on the desk fiercely, "As long as I, Lu Yiming, live for a day, I will never allow anyone to do anything that insults the family!"

In one sentence, Su Yushu's heart, which was already riddled with holes, was completely pierced.

Holding back her tears, she retorted: "A loving mother often loses her son, but I am obviously the most cowardly and useless mother in the world."

Lu Yiming raised his head in disbelief, as if meeting his submissive and weak wife for the first time: "What do you mean by that?"

"Yanyan is my son, a real person." Su Yushu wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, straightened her waist and walked into the study step by step, "I have endured a marriage without love for 20 years, so I hope my son has the right to choose My lover, who I choose to spend the rest of my life with."

For so many years, she has not been able to give normal care to her child. This time, as a mother, she wants to do her best for her son's happiness.

When Lu Jinyan put on his coat and was about to go out, he received a text message on his phone.

Su Yushu: [Yanyan, I've talked to your father, and he won't bother you for the time being.But this year's birthday, mom can't be with you, so why don't you go to grandpa's house to celebrate your birthday? ]

"What's wrong?" After waiting for no one, Jiang Yubai turned around, "Who sent you a message?"

"It's my mother." Lu Jinyan handed the phone to him, "I don't know what they talked about just now, but we don't have to go back now."

Jiang Yubai quickly scanned the content of the text message, and thoughtfully said: "It must be very difficult for her."

A wife who is used to obeying her husband in everything can actually convince a furious husband in such a short period of time.

Lu Jinyan was silent for a moment, then typed a reply: [Okay, Mom. ]

"Anyway, it's a good thing that you don't have to go back and get beaten." Jiang Yubai untied the scarf around his neck and walked into the living room.

"How do you know that I will definitely be beaten?" Lu Jinyan retracted his phone with a smile, "If I really get beaten, won't my wife feel bad?"

"I don't feel bad." Jiang Yubai shook his head and replied sternly, "Because I will be beaten with you."

Among other things, at least half of Lu Jinyan's pain could be relieved.

Lu Jinyan was slightly taken aback, and he rushed over to hug Jiang Yubai, deeply moved: "Honey, you are so kind to me..."

Whether it was taking out the bank card yesterday and saying that he wanted to raise him, or going home with him without hesitation today to face his parents, or even thinking about being beaten together with him.

His little white rabbit was obviously so fragile, yet he bravely stood in front of him.

"But now we don't have to be beaten, so don't be too moved." Jiang Yubai touched the back of his head, "By the way, what birthday present do you want?"

Lu Jinyan buried his face into his soft neck, and took a deep breath of the familiar fragrance: "I like all the gifts from my wife."

Jiang Yubai tried his best to stabilize his figure: "To be honest, you also know that I don't have much experience in giving gifts."

"I mean it too." Lu Jinyan raised his face, "My wife is the best gift I can give you."

Jiang Yubai looked at him, and suddenly took his hand and walked towards the studio: "I remembered that the painting I promised you hadn't been painted yet, and I just happened to be free recently."

"No, wife!" Lu Jinyan immediately protested, "You promised me the painting a long time ago, so it can't be counted as a birthday present!"

"Understood." Jiang Yubai coaxed as he walked, "There will be other gifts, let's finish the painting today."

He knew that Lu Jinyan was not someone who would be satisfied with any gift he gave.

Walking into the studio and changing to a brand new canvas, Jiang Yubai raised his eyelashes: "I'm ready."

"What pose do I want to pose?" Lu Jinyan stood opposite him, gave up after posing a few poses, "Is the Titanic pose okay?"

Jiang Yubai recalled it for a while, nodded and said, "Yes."

Lu Jinyan immediately moved a sofa from the bedroom, and suddenly remembered something: "Should I take off my clothes and lie down?"

Jiang Yubai reminded: "Just take off the upper body."

Without saying a word, Lu Jinyan raised his hand, took off his home clothes and threw them aside.

Muscles like marble sculptures came into view, Jiang Yubai blushed slightly, and quietly lowered his eyelashes.

Although they have had in-depth exchanges several times in the past few days, facing this body when fully awake still makes him blush and heartbeat.

"Should I take off my pants too?" Lu Jinyan thought for a while, and said in a serious tone, "For the sake of art."

Jiang Yubai: "..."

Without a suitable reason to stop him, he could only watch helplessly as Lu Jinyan took off his pajama pants, revealing his long, slender legs, and his swollen puffy legs...

Jiang Yubai glanced away quickly: "Lie down when you're done."

Lu Jinyan was lazily lying on the sofa, with one long leg bent to cover the important parts, one arm resting on the back of his head, and the other casually draped over his body, just revealing the tattoo near the mermaid line, sexy and lazy.

It's really the same pose as Ruth.

Jiang Yubai took a deep breath, and after making mental preparations, he finally looked directly at the mannequin lying on the sofa.

He had simulated this day in his mind, with Lu Jinyan as his model, showing a perfect human body under his brush.

In fact, he has touched the beautiful pectoral and abdominal muscles and the mermaid line with his palm more than once, so he is very familiar with the texture and direction of each muscle, and can even imagine their shape and touch at different moments, whether hard or firm. soft……

"I don't think Monet will blush when he paints, my little artist?" Lu Jinyan smiled imitating Ruth's tone.

"What they draw is scenery." Jiang Yubai raised his eyes and glanced at him, "I'm about to start drawing, try to stay relaxed."

The brush outlined the shape of the human body little by little, and soon Jiang Yubai also entered the state of painting, even more focused than usual.

And Lu Jinyan just stared at him motionless, as if he could see the sky grow old like this.

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Jinyan asked again, "Can the model apply for a break?"

"Yes." Jiang Yubai kept moving the paintbrush in his hand, "It will be fine if you continue to maintain this posture later."

Lu Jinyan raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked, "As a reward for being a model, can I ask for a kiss?"

Jiang Yubai thought for a while, put down his brush and discussed with him: "Then you put on your pants first."

"Anyway, don't you have to take it off later?" Lu Jinyan smiled, and picked up a piece of clothing to cover it up, "Come on, Teacher Jiang."

Jiang Yubai had no choice but to walk over, leaned over and kissed her on the lips.

However, before he straightened up, he was caught off guard by a big hand and pulled him down.

"Lu Jinyan!" He whispered, forced to straddle the tattoo, his eyes inevitably fell.

Lu Jinyan laughed hoarsely: "Models need more rewards..."

After a while, Lu Jinyan walked to the drawing board with the man in his arms. He lay down on the carpet and asked Mr. Jiang to pick up the brush and draw a little white rabbit on his chest muscles.

On the first stroke, unfortunately, a crooked line was drawn.

"That's not okay, Mr. Jiang..." Lu Jinyan grabbed his slender waist, "If you make a wrong stroke, you have to add it again..."

"Woo..." Jiang Yubai's hand holding the paintbrush has never been so trembling that it almost slipped out of his palm.

Another stroke, directly on the sweaty abdominal muscles.

"Hiss..." Lu Jinyan gasped for an instant, "Honey, did you do it on purpose?"