Little handsome guy, don't run away [e-sports]

Pei Hong never knew that Ye Zhao actually had the hidden attribute of "workaholic".

After working on that canvas for a whole afternoon, even Pei Hong went to the side to rest, but Ye Zhao was still drawing and painting on the canvas, and the expression on his face never changed, it was always the same. With a deadpan expression, apart from sometimes telling Pei Hong where he needs to adjust his movements, there is almost no communication between the two.

There is very little face to eye contact.

The black apron was unknowingly covered with colorful paints, including the ground next to the easel.

Seeing that the sky outside had completely darkened, Ye Zhao finally put down the things in his hands after drawing a few more strokes, and rubbed his sore shoulders.

After shouting "I'm really tired", I sat down on the sofa next to me, and raised the red wine that had been sitting aside for an unknown amount of time.

"Drink two glasses with me," Ye Zhao pulled off the lid of the wine bottle, poured red wine on his own initiative without waiting for Pei Hong's response, and asked pretendingly while pouring, "No more training Today?"

Pei Hong knew that Ye Zhao was trying to be cheap and good-looking, and he knew best whether he had been trained or not, so she simply ignored him, picked up the glass of wine that Ye Zhao poured for herself, and took a sip.

"Yo, looking at the posture is a good drinker." Seeing that Pei Hong was not as reserved as usual this time, Ye Zhao couldn't help laughing, "I like it."

Pei Hong's drinking capacity is actually not good, but it's not bad either. Although the club usually prohibits players from drinking and drinking excessively, but whenever there is a celebration party after a victory, the restriction will be relaxed several levels.

"Hey, don't just drink and talk to me, what's wrong with your unhappy face today?"

As Ye Zhao said, he elbowed Pei Hong, forcing Pei Hong to talk to him.

Pei Hong yawned, and looked up at Ye Zhao who was dressed in paint: "It's nothing."

"Tsk," Ye Zhao saw that Pei Hong glanced at him, so he simply took off the apron he wore when he was painting and threw it aside, narrowed his eyes, "I won't talk if I don't drink too much, will I?"

"Then try it."

Pei Hong didn't hesitate at all, she straightened up, even a little eager to try.

In Pei Hong's perception, there are many people who can challenge Ye Zhao at the wine table, and Fang Haoman is one of them, but every time he just yells happily, it doesn't take long for him to drink. He drank under the table.

Ye Zhao was amused by Pei Hong's choking sound, and raised his cup to touch the one in Pei Hong's hand: "Boss Pei is very cheerful."

"Mr. Ye, you are welcome."

"Don't worry, there will be beer after drinking the red ones."

"You still have work," Pei Hong could only remind Ye Zhao kindly when he heard Ye Zhaoyue said, "Don't delay your work."

"What is more important than drinking with you?" Ye Zhao tilted his head, waiting for his reaction, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth slightly moistened by red wine.

Pei Hong knew that Ye Zhao was about to start again, and that he was going to be serious again, so she simply pretended to be careless and turned her gaze out of the window, and stopped arguing.

On the one hand, Pei Hong felt that she didn't know how to respond, and Ye Zhao was clearly talking about Ke'er to death.

On the other hand...

Pei Hong was afraid that if this continued, she would really not be able to help telling Ye Zhao the black mud that he had been hiding in his heart and dared not vomit out.

Black mud is not really considered, bitter water is more appropriate.

Before that, whenever Pei Hong had any troubles in his heart, he would usually go to Shen Youzhu and tell him that as a master, Shen Youzhu's experience was quite rich, and besides technology, he could indeed teach Pei Hong a lot of things. A little bit of Pei Hong's admiration from the bottom of her heart.

But these days, Pei Hong can clearly see that there are a lot of things going on in Shen Youzhu's house. It's one thing that Pei Hong is too embarrassed to bother, but the most important thing is that Shen Youzhu and Ye Qian are getting closer and closer. Hong also felt more and more that she couldn't get in.

"If you have time to care about me... you might as well care about yourself."

Pei Hong stopped thinking about Shen Youzhu, said something to Ye Zhao and then took a sip from the cup.

It's strange to say, knowing that Ye Zhao's place is full of good wine, but Pei Hong can't drink the mellow wine right now.

"I prefer to care about you."

Being arrogant and domineering is the prerogative of a rich young master, and Ye Zhao's use of this posture at this moment seems to be very appropriate.

Pei Hong raised her eyes and looked at Ye Zhao. Ye Qian's usual steady and down-to-earth features could not be seen in the facial features that were almost ninety-nine percent similar to Ye Qian's. a feeling of.

Pei Hong also gradually began to feel that if Ye Zhao's style is placed among the girls, it should be regarded as an outstanding effect, but if it is a big man like herself...it's just like that.

It doesn't mean much.

"If you really care about me... just finish this painting as soon as possible, and it will be a big help."

As Pei Hong spoke, she tugged at the white clothes on her body and let out a sigh of relief.

"You...do you really need money now?"

After hearing what Pei Hong said, Ye Zhao didn't beat around the bush, but directly asked this question that had troubled him for a long time.

"That's it."

For example, Ye Zhao admits that he needs money, which is nothing to Pei Hong to be ashamed of, and he also knows that as long as Ye Zhao is not a fool, he must be aware of this in his heart.

Otherwise, there is no way to explain why I am so against Ye Zhao, but I still have to put down my body to take this job that I don't really want to take.

"Then why don't you tell me, why don't I just give it to you?"

As Ye Zhao said, he turned around and picked up the phone from the table behind him, and opened WeChat.

"You have already paid the advance payment before the completion of the contract as stated in the contract."

"I'll give you the final payment."

"Do not."

Of course, Pei Hong knew in her heart that adding a final payment was really a trivial thing for Ye Zhao, basically like ordering a cheap takeaway for ordinary people.

But for Pei Hong, this is enough to be called a considerable amount of money.

Now that the painting has not been completed, it is absolutely impossible for Pei Hong to accept it against his conscience.

"Anyway, I will give it to you sooner or later." Ye Zhao was still stubborn, not understanding why Pei Hong was so reserved with himself when he clearly needed money.

And in his opinion, such a trivial matter can relieve Pei Hong's depression a little bit, it is impossible for Ye Zhao not to do it.

It's just that he didn't expect how strong the principles and bottom line in Pei Hong's heart were.

"Ye Zhao," Pei Hong took a deep breath, looked up at Ye Zhao's face, "if you really want to help me."

"Huh?" Ye Zhao looked up at Pei Hong.

"You take the money back."

"...?"

"I want to ask you one thing."

……

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As soon as the training in the afternoon ended, Li Molin sent a message to Mingmao, and the timing was very tight.

[In the evening, I have two invitation letters for the anniversary dinner of Shichuan E-sports. ]

[Handsome guy give me a face? ]

Ming Mao frowned after reading these two messages, and while pushing the door to walk outside the training room, he replied impatiently to Li Molin.

[Already asked my girlfriend to visit the night market, you are one step too late. ]

Although it was said that last time Li Molin deliberately came to the base to make a fuss about himself, after thinking about it, Ming Mao was still going to attribute this to the fact that Li Molin was cheating on himself. Playing routines, and there is no evidence that he does not have this so-called "girlfriend".

Everything is his plan.

After all, this is what businessmen like to do the most. If they are right, they will get twice the result with half the effort, and if they are wrong, there will be no loss.

And after Ming Mao finished replying to this message, Li Molin really didn't say anything, and lay quietly in the list like a chicken.

Ming Mao returned to the office with peace of mind, applauding his wit in his heart.

He had a headache when he lowered his head to write notes for a long time, it was already pitch black outside the window, Mingmao sat in his seat and was thinking whether to rest after eating something casual in the cafeteria, or go out to eat something good to reward himself .

Then the phone rang.

Li Molin.

It was Li Molin again.

Ming Mao rubbed his brows in annoyance, and while pressing the answer button, he sincerely admired his good temper.

"Say."

"Are you really not coming? There are many people in the industry rushing to see you." Li Molin started to seduce Mingmao as soon as he came up.

"I said I was with my girlfriend..." Ming Mao raised his head, raised his hand and took off his glasses and put them on the table.

"I can't see that you still care about your family so much," Li Molin smacked his lips, "Then you give your girlfriend the phone and I'll tell her."

"What a fart." Ming Mao directly refused.

"I realized that you are almost riding on my head now," Li Molin began to protest against Ming Mao's attitude, "Is it your boss after all?"

"Don't bother me, you are."

"Then it's the first time I've heard that the boss's judgment standard is like this." Li Molin couldn't help but want to laugh at Ming Mao's anger. After two seconds of silence, he asked Ming Mao again, "You and your daughter? Where are your friends?"

"Ginza," Mingmao added in order to make his words more believable, "Dior counters, choose fragrance."

"Hey, you are rich, cat, you can afford Dior now."

Li Molin joked with Mingmao with his old face.

Ming Mao was about to have a fit when he heard it here, and wanted to say that Li Molin was insane, but he didn't expect that the door of his office was suddenly pushed open without politeness.

I saw Li Molin walking in slowly holding the phone, smiling and making a strange and embarrassing eye contact with Ming Mao.

"..."

Ming Mao got stuck right then, with a delay of more than 500.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I haven't seen Ginza for a few days and I changed places," Li Molin didn't care about Mingmao who was speechless. After hanging up the phone, Li Molin sat down on Mingmao's sofa swaggeringly, crossing his legs, " Dior counter, huh?"

"..."

"Tomorrow, I'll ask Xu Yichen to talk to see if Louis Vuitton has any ideas."

"..."

"But I've been thinking about it and I haven't heard of anyone paying me land rent."

When Li Molin frowned decently and fell into silk silk, Ming Mao finally couldn't help it.

He stood up abruptly and was about to speak, but Li Molin pointed at him.

"You lied to me first."

"I……"

"So don't get angry."

"you……"

"Otherwise, I will deduct your salary, so don't cry."

"..."

"Hey, that's good."