Bamboo shoots married into a rich family[Entertainment]

The two bodies were tightly pressed together, and Lin Xiaozhu could feel the heat coming from each other.

He raised his head in a daze and looked at the man.

Feng Jingbo leaned down and kissed him.

"Hmm...don't..."

Lin Xiaozhu obediently let him play at first, but slowly, he felt a little out of breath.He raised his hand and pushed the man on him, trying to get out of the current predicament.

Feng Jingbo changed from his previous gentle style, grabbed his wrist with one hand and restrained him; the other hand tightly clasped the back of his head, locking him tightly by his side.

Lin Xiaozhu had no way to continue to resist, so he could only let him play around, bullying and bullying wantonly.

After a long time, Feng Jingbo finally let go of Lin Xiaozhu.His eyes were gloomy, showing no signs of satiation. When he looked at Lin Xiaozhu, his eyes were as fierce as a wolf's.

As soon as Lin Xiaozhu was let go, he rushed out immediately.He went to the door and stood against the wall, panting heavily.

After gathering his composure, he glared at Feng Jingbo resentfully: "Old Gong, you are too much, I was almost suffocated to death!"

"No." Feng Jingbo smiled sullenly, "How could I be willing?"

fraud!

Lin Xiaozhu pouted, he went to the bedside table, looked through it, and took out a box of milk.It was prepared by Feng Jingbo. In order to feed Lin Xiaozhu anytime and anywhere, he put several boxes of milk in the rooms he frequented.

Lin Xiaozhu stuffed the milk directly into Feng Jingbo's hand: "Here. If you want to drink milk in the future, just take it directly, and you don't need to come to me."

Feng Jingbo was stunned for a second, and quickly realized.

Holding the milk carton, he was out of breath laughing.

Does he like milk?What he likes are bamboo shoots, but the bamboo shoots just smell like milk.

Lin Xiaozhu was still sulking, ignored Feng Jingbo, and went directly to the living room to play.

Feng Jingbo's eyes darkened, thinking about how to continue to enter a certain bamboo shoot's heart.

---

At night, it's full of stars.

Lin Xiaozhu went into the bathroom to wash up. He changed into clean pajamas, walked to the sink and was about to brush his teeth, when he froze.

The lips of the person in the mirror were red, as if they had been stared at by some insects, and they were slightly swollen.

Lin Xiaozhu's eyes dimmed in an instant. He brushed his teeth and washed his face listlessly, and then lay on the bed like a salted fish.

Feng Jingbo naturally couldn't fail to notice Lin Xiaozhu's depressed appearance.

"Xiaozhu, what's the matter?" Feng Jingbo pulled him into his arms, and was about to coax him when he was pushed away.

Lin Xiaozhu glared at him fiercely, like a rabbit with fried fur.

"You still mean to ask? It's all your fault!" Lin Xiaozhu pointed to her red and swollen lips, "Look, you made me ugly. If I don't recover tomorrow, how do you want me to see people?"

Although a certain bamboo shoot is not a stinky fairy, he doesn't want to embarrass others with an ugly face everywhere.

"Xiaozhu, I was wrong." Feng Jingbo said, but couldn't help laughing out loud.

Xiaozhu's focus is on appearance...

Lin Xiaozhu was furious. He put his mobile phone on the bedside table, pulled up the quilt and covered his head, and was about to fall asleep.

"Old Gong, you are still laughing at me today! I won't do anything with you today, I want to sleep." Lin Xiaozhu turned his back to Feng Jingbo, with a firm attitude.

It is said on the Internet that this kind of punishment is very effective, and the other party will learn from the lesson and will not easily commit the crime again in the future.

Looking at his back, Feng Jingbo almost burst out laughing.

"Okay, Xiaozhu, good night." Feng Jingbo turned off the bedside lamp and lay down to sleep.

Lin Xiaozhu couldn't help but turned to look at the man beside him, his heart was full of confusion.

Why does he feel that Lao Gong seems to be enjoying the punishment, is it an illusion?

How did the simple Lin Xiaozhu know that his big-tailed wolf, Lao Gong, had been thinking about how to avoid tonight's pornography session before going to bed.After all, he is not a saint, and sooner or later he will not be able to resist eating a certain bamboo shoot until there is no scum left!

---

Monday finally arrived, and Lin Xiaozhu started working again.When he got up today, his appearance had recovered. Lin Xiaozhu was very happy and felt that he was full of motivation.

His current job is to produce a new song.

The process of making songs is very cumbersome, but Shining Star Entertainment is a big company with many professionals.The singer only needs to be responsible for singing. If the singer has the ability to arrange and write lyrics, he can also choose to participate in more work.

In a music production building of Shining Star Entertainment, 12 singers and several other teachers gathered in a discussion room on a certain floor.

Lin Feiyu also attended as a special guest.As soon as he came, it caused a sensation.

Hu Fuguang poked Lin Xiaozhu lightly with his elbow: "Look, Master Lin is here! I didn't expect to be able to get his advice in my lifetime. I am so happy!"

Lin Xiaozhu smiled slightly, and pretended bravely, "Me, me too."

Because of his guilty conscience, his voice was very low.Hu Fuguang wasn't suspicious either, after all they were whispering, it's not normal to speak loudly.

Lin Feiyu glanced around, caught a glimpse of Lin Xiaozhu's familiar face, and reflexively blurted out: "Boss..." Hello, Mrs. President!

Pairs of dazed and admiring eyes moved over at once, staring at Lin Feiyu.These young people are all sitting upright, ready to listen to the teachings of their predecessors.

Lin Feiyu shook his head: "...Ahem, generally speaking, writing a song is not difficult. One of the big points is inspiration. Let me share with you my source of inspiration: life. Produced a song in a month..."

Lin Feiyu quickly adjusted his state and began to give lectures.

Today is lectures and posting assignments. If students have any questions, they can ask the teacher immediately.Starting tomorrow, the singers will finalize the theme, communicate with other producers, and start making songs.

Lin Xiaozhu took out a small notebook and took notes carefully.

In fact, Lin Feiyu mentioned these points when he gave him a lecture.He had it in his notebook, too, but if he didn't take notes, he'd be too out of the ordinary.

Lin Feiyu was a busy man, and left after speaking to the students for over an hour.The remaining tasks will be handled by other teachers.

"Okay. We have explained everything that needs to be explained, and it will be up to you next. I am looking forward to your works, come on." Teacher Zhou said with a smile, cheering everyone up.

Hu Fuguang drew one after another on the notebook, forcibly turning a piece of white paper into a ghost drawing talisman, which can be taken out to paste zombies after dyeing it.With a frowning face, he sighed and said: "Xiaozhu, I haven't even thought about what to do now, do you have any idea?

"Ah."

Lin Xiaozhu's ears were reddish, and he said shyly, "I, I plan to write a song for me."

Single dog Hu Fuguang: "...You, come on."

"Well! You work hard too. In fact, I think there are still many themes. Aren't you good at singing those youthful and energetic songs? Why don't you take the ups and downs of our previous training class as the theme."

Hu Fuguang slapped his head: "Good suggestion!"

Hu Fuguang suddenly had an idea, wrote and drew in the notebook, and constantly improved his ideas.

Lin Xiaozhu had already started to prepare, and now the preparation work has almost been completed.Others were either thinking hard, or writing hard to perfect their ideas, and he picked up a small notebook by himself and took the lead in communicating with the production team.

During the production of the whole song, Lin Xiaozhu only participated in composing, singing and shooting the MV.All other work is handed over to the production team.

The production team is just a general term. In fact, there are many people with different jobs, and everyone is good at different areas.Out of importance, Liu Feng also dispatched today, and has been waiting by the side to serve Lin Xiaozhu at any time.

"Fiery and wild love? There are indeed producers who are good at style, but..." Liu Feng frowned, his eyes lingering on Lin Xiaozhu.

She looks pretty and cute, her skin is white and tender, her voice is ethereal and pure... No matter how you look at it, she has nothing to do with wildness!

Lin Xiaozhu tilted his head and asked puzzledly, "Is there anything?"

"Of course! Your singer is the biggest problem. Are you sure you are suitable for singing this type of song?"

"Why not? My voice is the voice of nature, but nature not only has gentle wind and light rain, but also violent wind and showers. I am not as good as you imagine." Lin Xiaozhu insisted, "Let's go to my temporary studio, and I will sing for you listen."

Liu Feng pondered for a while, then responded.

The furnishings in the temporary studio are very simple. This is a place for meetings and discussions, and professional equipment is in other rooms.Lin Xiaozhu looked at the score he had written stroke by stroke, and sang aloud.

As soon as Lin Xiaozhu's voice sounded, Liu Feng's body shook, and he stared at the person in front of him dumbfounded.

This voice was completely different from the "Love of Bamboo" he sang before. If he had witnessed it with his own eyes, he would not have guessed that the singer was his artist Lin Xiaozhu!

At the end of the song, Liu Feng couldn't help applauding him.

"This song is good, and you can sing it well. Go for it, I have nothing against you. However, if you create a song with a similar style as before, it will be more popular. This is not a good time for you to seek a change, why? How to do it?" Liu Feng didn't understand.

Lin Xiaozhu held the notebook, and there seemed to be stars twinkling in her deer-like eyes.

"Because, because Lao Gong is so kind to me, I want to do something for him."

Although Lao Gong did "bad things" last night, which made him unhappy.However, the husband and wife had a bedside fight over bed space, and when he woke up today, he had already forgiven Lao Gong.For so long in the past, Lao Gong has treated him very well, and he will not hate Lao Gong just because of one thing.

If Feng Jingbo saw this scene, he probably couldn't restrain himself from hugging him into his arms and kissing him fiercely!

---

As night fell, there were stars outside the window.

In the bedroom, the light was still on.Lin Xiaozhu nestled in Feng Jingbo's arms, and skillfully took out her mobile phone.

Feng Jingbo also took out his mobile phone and clicked on the Weibo page.

Lin Xiaozhu's hand that put the pornographic film on it paused, his attention was drawn away by the information on Weibo.

This is a collection of fan works, and the theme is Lin Xiaozhu's song "Bamboo Love".The top ten people can get bonus prizes of varying value.

Lin Xiaozhu's eyes fell on the No. 11 RMB reward, and he fell silent for a while.

"I thought you were going to let go after you finished dealing with the last marriage. I didn't expect you to continue to be a professional fan, and even pay for fan art competitions at your own expense...Old Gong, I'm just getting started, and I don't have many fans. Don't waste your money, my basic salary is only so much, and the sum is not as much as your prizes."

Lin Xiaozhu was a little frustrated.

He's such a loser.He worked hard and dared to start his career, but he didn't earn much money.On the contrary, Lao Gong posted a large sum of money for his career.

After working for so long, the family lost money instead!

"Xiaozhu, the initial investment is necessary. Otherwise, when you become popular and the fans have a large scale, it will be more difficult for me to take over. In case the fan is a cheater and leads fans to do things, your reputation will also be affected. Influence."

"But..." Lin Xiaozhu pursed her lips, "Now, it's too early."

Anyway, let him earn some money first.

"Xiaozhu, you also know that although the marriage is over. But those black fans seem to have nothing to do, so they like to scold you to vent their anger. Xiaozhu, I can't bear it!"

Feng Jingbo's eyes were filled with anger, he took a deep breath, and gently patted Lin Xiaozhu's shoulder: "Xiaozhu, I will protect you."

His gaze was firm, with a reassuring breath, and Lin Xiaozhu felt warm in his heart.

"Actually... I don't care about these things, they just scold them." Lin Xiaozhu whispered, "Old Gong, you are already busy enough with business affairs, and you still have to spend time on these things."

"The people I dote on, when will it be their turn to bully?" Feng Jingbo curled his lips, leaned down, and approached Lin Xiaozhu.

The distance between the two was so close that Lin Xiaozhu could clearly hear each other's breathing.

Lin Xiaozhu felt that something was wrong, but couldn't think of a reason.He simply didn't think about it, blinked his big clear eyes, and said in a low voice: "Old Gong, you are so kind."

Feng Jingbo took a deep look at him, and raised his hand to gently brush the broken hair on Lin Xiaozhu's forehead.

"No way, you are so painful. If I am not good to you, who is good to me?"

It seems strange to say this, is it my own overthinking?

With the man she trusted most in front of her, Lin Xiaozhu was naturally defenseless.He quickly let go of his doubts, raised a smile, and his eyes sparkled with emotion: "Old Gong, you are so kind. I want to give you a big fat bamboo shoot~"

Feng Jingbo, who was full of love and romance, said, "...well. It's getting late, go to sleep."

Feng Jingbo put Lin Xiaozhu's cell phone aside and urged Lin Xiaozhu to sleep.Seeing that Lao Gong was not interested, Lin Xiaozhu didn't force himself, and fell asleep obediently.

On the side, Feng Jingbo was looking at him steadfastly, his dark eyes filled with strong possessiveness.

A certain bamboo shoot doesn't know yet, but a gentle trap has been slowly laid out against him...

---

Lin Xiaozhu's work was too fast, which put great pressure on the other 11 people.Especially Sun Yuanfeng, who was ranked first in the training class before, had high hopes, but was overwhelmed by Lin Xiaozhu at the end of the day.

Apart from the current resource obtained by his grades and the cooperation outside the company that his agent helped him win, he has no other job.He didn't know who he offended. The resources released by the company every month fell into the hands of other people.Although he is considered an old man, he only managed to get some not-so-decent resources.

"Don't be too impatient, you can do it. I heard that Lin Xiaozhu changed his composition style this time, which is the most unsuitable style for him. You just have to play well, he is not a threat." The manager patted him on the shoulder, said comfortingly.

Sun Yuanfeng clenched the nib of his pen: "I decided not to compose the music myself, let a professional composer do it. I will spend all my time on singing and dancing."

Although the manager said that Lin Xiaozhu was not doing well, Sun Yuanfeng still did not relax.He made full use of his strengths and avoided his weaknesses, vowing to put Lin Xiaozhu under him!

Lin Xiaozhu, who was missed by Sun Yuanfeng, had just finished communicating with the composer and was packing up his things and preparing to go home.

Liu Feng swiped through Weibo: "Xiaozhu, your first song was very successful. Many people were attracted and became your fans. Among them is a rich fan who paid out of his own pocket to organize activities for you."

Lin Xiaozhu leaned over and took a look, and saw a familiar ID name without any surprise.

"Brother Liu, this is my old account. He said he was worried that my fans would mess around, so he made an account..."

Liu Feng looked at the prizes above, then at the fan group, and began to estimate the value.Finally, he sighed in a low voice: "The rich, kneel down."

A certain rich man was staying in his study at the moment. He stood in front of the drawing board and slowly filled in the details of the picture with beautiful colors.

Next to the skateboard is a chair with a laptop on it.On the computer screen is the moving picture of Lin Xiaozhu slightly raising his head in "Love of Bamboo", bathed in the skylight...

Feng Jingbo has secretly painted this painting for a while.

He is the owner of the company and is not affected by working hours.In the past, I went to work on time just because I liked a regular life.Now he has other thoughts, and he doesn't spend his free time on business. Instead, he returns home and slowly paints the appearance of his sweetheart.

The next step is the work of the production team. Lin Xiaozhu still has to practice the song well, and just wait for the singing.

Lin Xiaozhu went home early by car.

"Young madam, you came back so early today?" The housekeeper greeted him with a smile, "The young master is also at home, in the upstairs study."

"Really?" Lin Xiaozhu was overjoyed, put on her slippers, and ran upstairs.

Feng Jingbo frowned slightly upon hearing the sound.

The painting in front of me is almost finished, and there are still some details.From a distance, it is already very beautiful.

But...Feng Jingbo is still reluctant to let his sweetheart see this unfinished work.It's not finished yet, but there are flaws, how can the flawed products be placed in front of Xiaozhu's eyes?

Feng Jingbo put down the paint palette and opened the door of the study.

Lin Xiaozhu just came to the door of the room. He raised his hand and was about to open the door when he saw the door open.Feng Jingbo stood up directly.Lin Xiaozhu's hand changed and turned to put his arms around Feng Jingbo's waist: "Old Gong, I came back early today. Are you happy?"

"I'm very happy. You let go first, I have paint on my hand, it will be bad if it gets on you."

Feng Jingbo touched Lin Xiaozhu's hand with his elbow, and Lin Xiaozhu let go of his hand, and looked into the study with his head probed.

From his perspective, he could only see the back of the drawing board, but he couldn't see the content on the screen.

"I didn't finish that painting, so I just scribbled on it a few times. I'll show it to you when I finish it, so as not to stain your eyes."

Lin Xiaozhu didn't insist on hearing the sound.

Feng Jingbo went straight to the sink on the balcony, turned on the faucet, and prepared to wash off the paint.

Lin Xiaozhu pulled on the slippers and followed closely behind.He took the initiative to help Feng Jingbo squeeze the hand sanitizer, which was extremely considerate.

"Thank you Xiaozhu." Feng Jingbo's lips curled up slightly, his eyes became more gentle.

I want to monopolize Xiaozhu more and more...

But this matter can't be rushed, so as not to scare Xiaozhu away.Just boil the bamboo shoots in warm water and cook slowly over low heat...

Lin Xiaozhu, the little idiot, didn't seem to realize it, and was still reaching out his hand, actively rubbing Feng Jingbo's hand.

The silly little lamb took the initiative to get closer to the wolf, and even stretched out a goat's hoof... It would be a ghost if it wasn't gnawed until there were no bones left!

Feng Jingbo took the opportunity to squeeze his hand, it was very soft...

"Old Gong, don't make trouble, wash your hands well." Lin Xiaozhu persuaded, "By the way, why are you drawing suddenly? Are you going to participate in some competition?"

"Yes." Feng Jingbo pursed his lips and said meaningfully: "Go to participate in a very important competition."

"Wow, Lao Gong is so powerful!" Lin Xiaozhu's starry eyes popped out, and he washed Feng Jingbo's hands more carefully.

Lao Gong must be going to participate in some high-end art exhibition competition.These hands are very precious, he must wash them well, so as not to hurt Lao Gong...

How did he know that what Feng Jingbo wanted to participate in was just a little-known voting competition on Weibo, or a voting competition organized by himself!

After washing his hands, Feng Jingbo's phone rang suddenly.

Suddenly something happened in the company and he needed to deal with it.However, he doesn't need to go back to the company, just use the phone to solve it.

Anyway, there was nothing to do, so Lin Xiaozhu went downstairs and chatted with the housekeeper.

"Housekeeper, isn't Lao Gong Hua very good at painting?"

The butler smiled and said, "Yes. When the young master was in school, his paintings participated in international competitions and won prizes. There is a room in the villa, which is dedicated to the various honors that the young master has achieved in the past."

Lin Xiaozhu followed the housekeeper to a room that was farther away.This place was inconspicuous at all, Lin Xiaozhu never paid close attention to this room, and always treated it as a utility room.

As soon as the door opened, Lin Xiaozhu was blinded by the golden light and silver light inside.There are all kinds of trophies and awards in the room, which is staggering.

Lin Xiaozhu was stunned as he walked and observed.

His old attack is too strong!

After Feng Jingbo finished his business, he went downstairs and found that he was gone.After inquiring, he realized that Lin Xiaozhu had gone to the room where the trophies were placed.

Lin Xiaozhu carefully traced the outline of the trophy through the glass.

Lao Gong is really amazing!Even if he didn't practice hard in the past 500 years, but turned to learn various skills, he wouldn't get so many trophies and certificates.

Feng Jingbo chuckled: "No matter how beautiful the trophies are, they are just ordinary metal products. You can touch them casually, and you don't need to be addicted to them through the glass."

Feng Jingbo walked over and directly opened the lock with his fingerprint.He took off the trophy very casually and stuffed it into Lin Xiaozhu's arms.

"Come on, don't you want to touch it?"

Lin Xiaozhu slowly stretched out his hand and touched it lightly: "This is Lao Gong, you won it so hard, so I naturally have to be careful. I don't want to break Lao Gong's things."

Feng Jingbo was so teased that he raised his hand and gently poked his face.

"The trophy is made of metal. Your hands are soft, so they are not of the same order. You are afraid that it will break, and I am afraid that the broken copper will smash your feet."

Feng Jingbo stretched out his hand, held the trophy tightly, and helped to hold the trophy so that it would not fall to the ground: "Come, touch it casually."

Encouraged by Feng Jingbo, Lin Xiaozhu's courage gradually increased.He took a deep breath and touched...

The feeling of glory... is a bit overwhelming.

Lin Xiaozhu was addicted to his hand: "Old Gong, put it away."

"it is good."

Feng Jingbo put his things away, took Lin Xiaozhu's hand, and walked aside.

"This room has been idle for so long that I forgot about it. You follow me to the security room and register your fingerprints. From now on, except for the study room, you can unlock everything in the house at will."

"Okay. Anyway, I don't think I can understand the important things in the study, let alone use them."

Feng Jingbo chuckled: "It's not what you think. There are some important things in the study. I'm worried that some gangsters will stare at you and chop off your fingers to open the lock."

"I don't mind you watching those things, I'm just worried about your safety."

Lin Xiaozhu suddenly realized, his heart was warm, he couldn't help leaning over, and gently hugged Feng Jingbo from behind.

"Old Gong, you are so kind, I like you the most!"

Feng Jingbo's footsteps stopped, he turned his head, bent down, raised his hand and gently pinched Lin Xiaozhu's face.

"I want you to like me a little more, okay?"

"Huh?" Lin Xiaozhu was at a loss, "You are already my favorite person, is there more?"

"Of course, you will know later." Feng Jingbo smiled without saying a word.

A little more than liking is love.

Lin Xiaozhu scratched his head in wonder.

The human world is really too complicated, he still has a lot to learn!

---

The next day, Lin Xiaozhu went to discuss with others how to improve the song and discuss the details of the MV recording.

"Wild songs must be matched with wild dances!"

When Lin Xiaozhu heard this, he almost passed out!

wild dance?Can he go up and show the audience a "wild" pole dance?Others dance bamboo poles, but he makes bamboo poles!

Liu Feng also looked disheveled: "Xiaozhu's dancing is flawed, he is not good at it."

"We can invite some back-up dancers. Lin Xiaozhu will be in charge of singing. We just need to do a few moves after the climax to add luster to this mv."

The two sides argued endlessly, and Lin Xiaozhu was very entangled.

He knew that what the other party said was right, but he was worried that he would not be able to do it, and he was struggling very much.

"Mr. Lin, I heard that you wrote this song for your lover. Don't you want to make the song dedicated to your lover even more exciting?"

As soon as these words came out, Lin Xiaozhu threw away his helmet and armor in an instant.

"Okay, I promise you."

Lao Gong has won so many medals and trophies, and he must have put a lot of sweat behind him.He has to work as hard as Lao Gong~

Moreover, it was a gift for Lao Gong, so how could it be flawed?

After finalizing the plan, the dance teacher began to formulate dance moves for Lin Xiaozhu, and asked Lin Xiaozhu to practice every day.

The pain of Lajin came again during the training class, but Lin Xiaozhu, who was sweating profusely and grinning in pain, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

After practicing dance moves for an hour, Lin Xiaozhu pulled a chair and sat on it to rest.

He was out of breath, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

Lin Xiaozhu took out a towel and wiped it vigorously to wipe off the sweat.

"Come on, drink some water." Liu Feng handed over the water.

Lin Xiaozhu hugged the water and smiled at Liu Feng: "Thank you Brother Liu."

Liu Feng looked excited, took out his mobile phone and went to Lin Xiaozhu: "Xiaozhu, look at it. Your new song "Bamboo Love" is on the monthly list!"

There are many charts on Huaguo's largest music platform, and the gold content of each list is different.Lin Xiaozhu is on the new song monthly list, which means that among the songs released this month, his songs are much better than other songs.

"Many music lovers like to go to the new song monthly list to search for songs. This time, your Weibo is likely to gain followers again." Liu Feng said, and opened the Weibo page again.

"By the way, the peripheral voting contest initiated by your fans was good, and attracted the attention of many netizens. Because of these peripherals, they became interested in your songs and listened to them..."

Lin Xiaozhu has been busy practicing dance recently, and all the work has been handed over to her manager.Just like Weibo, he hasn't checked it for a long time.

Anyway, taking a break at this moment, Lin Xiaozhu scrolled down little by little to see if there are any interesting fan works.

There are cute cartoon Lin Xiaozhu, embroidered bamboo handkerchiefs, vivid oil paintings...

The master of the oil painting has a very high level of painting, and the scene in the MV seems to come alive.

Lin Xiaozhu couldn't help being speechless: "This oil painting is about people, it's a big touch."

"Yes. I zoomed in and found that the details are in place. This painting must have been painted for a long time, otherwise it would not be able to achieve this level at all. And look, this is a work released by your rich fan."

Liu Feng sneaked up to Lin Xiaozhu's ear, and said in a low voice, "I guess you, Lao Gong, paid someone to draw it in order to increase your popularity."

How many people went to watch the song mv because of this oil painting, and then became Lin Xiaozhu's fans... The power of this painting can be seen!

[Yes, I am going to participate in a very important competition. 】

Lin Xiaozhu stared blankly at the phone screen, feeling unreal.

Was it this little voting contest that Lao Gong was talking about?

Thinking of those densely packed certificates in Feng Jingbo's room, Lin Xiaozhu felt inferior.At the same time, he was also very happy.

He clicked on the picture and pressed save.

---

In the evening, when answering home, Lin Xiaozhu's footsteps were still floating.

Not only because of practicing dancing, but also because knowing that Lao Gong has paid so much for him, there is an unreal feeling of stepping on the clouds.

"Old Gong, was the oil painting you painted that day just to participate in the fan competition of my song? You are such a powerful person, and you spend so much time painting just for...it feels like a waste."

Feng Jingbo couldn't help laughing, took his hand and led him upstairs.

"What is there to waste? Isn't it a wonderful thing to leave the most amazing side of your family in the way of painting?"

The door of the study was pushed open, and the two walked to the easel together.

The sun shines through the windows on the ground.The sunshine in the painting is really fake. Lin Xiaozhu feels that the sunlight from the window really shines on the painting, covering the people in the painting under the bright sunshine.

Lin Xiaozhu stood in front of the picture frame, raised his hand, but couldn't help but put it down again.

dare not touch.

He is sloppy, what if he breaks it?

"Old Gong, let's buy a picture frame and frame him."

Lin Xiaozhu couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart, because he didn't dare to touch the painting, so he could only keep playing with his fingers, "Old Gong, you can enter the competition at your level. It's really a shame to draw a portrait of me and hold a voting competition."

Although Lao Gong said that painting for his family is very enjoyable, he still feels that he has no virtue or ability.After all, they are just a contract marriage, not a couple who love each other.

Feng Jingbo walked over, bent down, and met his eyes.

The distance between the two was so close that Lin Xiaozhu could feel the temperature of each other's breath.

Feng Jingbo's voice was deep and magnetic: "Qu Cai? I don't think so. There is one thing I don't seem to have told you. I used to have a classmate who liked to seduce people with paintings."

Lin Xiaozhu suddenly realized: "Old Gong, are you flirting with me?"

Without saying a word, he took out his mobile phone: "I was picked up by you. Come on, if you want to be in the study, you can be in the study..."

The corner of Feng Jingbo's mouth twitched, and he confiscated Lin Xiaozhu's mobile phone where he put the pornography.

"No way. It's too boring to do things almost every night." Feng Jingbo, who was prepared for a long time, took out a newly bought picture book and a box of colored pencils from the desk.

"Xiaozhu, I hope you can draw a picture for me with your own hands."

Lin Xiaozhu was startled, and replied blankly: "Okay."

The hands he stretched out to pick up the picture book were trembling, and the panic in his eyes could not be concealed.

Help!He has lived for so long, but he has never painted a picture!

Feng Jingbo curled his lips: "Come on, I look forward to your work."

How good is Lin Xiaozhu's painting skills? Could Feng Jingbo not know?He had already found out Lin Xiaozhu's bottom line by beating around.

It was because he knew that Lin Xiaozhu had never learned to paint, so he made such a request.

Xiaozhu can't draw well, so he can put forward teaching requirements and teach by hand~

"Old, old Gong, I don't need a little time. I can study how to draw, can I?" Lin Xiaozhu asked cautiously, his deer-like eyes were clear to the bottom.

Falling into a trap, but didn't know to escape, talking about the little tender bamboo shoots that were about to be put on the grill.

"it is good."

Lin Xiaozhu couldn't help but smile when he heard the sound: "Old Gong, you are so kind."

Feng Jingbo turned his back, showing a suffocated smile.In order to cover up his inexplicable strange behavior of turning his back, he opened the drawer, took out a box of milk, and stuffed it into Lin Xiaozhu's arms.

"Thank you, Lao Gong." Lin Xiaozhu didn't become suspicious, took the milk and slipped away.He went back to his bedroom and couldn't wait to start painting.

However, his level is really bad.The result of the painting can only be described as horrible!

Lin Xiaozhu was so guilty, he looked around furtively, his ears were even more erect.

After confirming that no one was going to open the door, Lin Xiaozhu quickly tore off the first page of the drawing book and threw it in the trash can.

Destroy the corpse!

Lin Xiaozhu picked up the paintbrush again and began to struggle.

Although he works very hard, what he draws is really hard to describe.

Lin Xiaozhu scratched his head in distress, not knowing what to do.

The mobile phone Baidu is almost broken, but this kind of thing cannot be drawn well by knowing the skills.Painting requires years of practice. If he is cramming, can he not fall into the pit?

After thinking about it for a long time, Lin Xiaozhu really had no choice but to return to the study slowly with the snow-white drawing book in his arms.

"Old Gong, I can't draw well, what should I do?" Lin Xiaozhu pursed her lips and looked at him pitifully, pitifully and helplessly.

Feng Jingbo smiled slightly, stepped forward and pushed the man to the desk, pulled out the chair, and let him sit down.

"You are a beginner, it's normal to not be able to draw well." Feng Jingbo held Lin Xiaozhu's hand, "I will teach you step by step, and you will be able to draw a good work soon."

Lin Xiaozhu smiled broadly: "Old Gong, you are so kind."

There are faint impressions on the snow-white drawing book, and there are traces left by torn paper on the edge.

Feng Jingbo touched the picture book with his left hand: "Did you tear up what you drew just now?"

"Yes." Lin Xiaozhu blushed immediately, and lowered her head in response.His eyes wandered, and he was so embarrassed that he wished he could dig a hole and bury himself in it.

Feng Jingbo chuckled, a dark light flashed in his eyes.His voice was extremely gentle, and he coaxed: "I will teach you how to draw by hand. It can only be regarded as half a gift for me. You give me all the pictures you drew before, or I will be too bad."

Lin Xiaozhu raised his eyes and looked at the lifelike painting in the study.

If you paint for me, you will lose your blood.

"Old Gong, can you change your request?" Lin Xiaozhu's ears were red, and he was clutching his clothes tightly from side to side, almost crumpling the casual clothes.

"Those pictures I drew are too ugly and shameful. Change your request..."

Lin Xiaozhu, who felt that he had taken advantage of it, was still begging in a low voice, completely unaware that he had just fallen into Feng Jingbo's trap.

"It's okay if you don't want to give me those paintings. You can kiss me as many times as you tore up the paintings. How about it?" Feng Jingbo looked down at him with a smile in his eyes.

Dan Lin