Gong Er doesn't want to go through the plot [Quick Travel]

Chapter 62

 Lu Chu Suifeng never believed in the predetermined destiny mentioned by others, not to mention that the person the dog was talking about was not him at all.

What a joke, does he look like the kind of person who sacrifices himself selflessly? Unless your brain is flooded.

The probability of the world exploding is greater than this.

Accompanied by a dog's howl, Chu Suifeng retracted his long legs and dusted off the non-existent dust. Shi Shiran closed the door and locked it behind him.

He turned around and went upstairs. Sure enough, Bo Yu was in the studio, sitting on a stool and looking at the easel, his painting paper still pure white.

Chu Suifeng glanced at it. Although he didn't understand what Artist Bo was thinking about every day, he was very patient.

Chu Suifeng walked to the exclusive seat behind Bo Yu. It was originally an ordinary wooden stool. He found it uncomfortable, so he specially moved the expensive and soft leather seat from the study room where Bo Yu didn't go. For this purpose He received another complicated look from Bo Yu.

Since Bo Yu didn't sit in this chair anyway, Chu Suifeng sat at ease.

He skillfully took out his mobile phone and clicked on the game, staring at Bo Yu from time to time. Unexpectedly, the young man who was being stared at suddenly turned his head, looked at him and said, "I can't draw it." Chu

Suifeng raised his eyebrows, he knew that Bo Yu drew Not coming out, but does this have anything to do with him? Why did Bo Yu tell him this?

"Oh, it's okay, you draw slowly." Chu Suifeng nodded, lowered his head and continued to choose the game hero, and soon he felt a gaze staring at him.

"Is the game fun?" A cold voice sounded in my ears.

Chu Suifeng looked up and saw Bo Yu walking over and took a few glances at his screen.

Chu Suifeng said casually: "It's just so-so, just to kill time. Mr. Bo, do you want to play?"

Bo Yu shook his head, looked at Chu Suifeng, lowered his voice and said, "Isn't it boring to sit here? Your physical condition is pretty good, so you won't get sick. Why don't we give you a holiday?"

Chu Suifeng looked at him and instantly understood that Bo Yu wanted to drive him away.

He curled his lips and said, "Just because you didn't get sick before doesn't mean you will get sick later. Mr. Bo, it's my job to pay attention to your physical condition at all times. If I have special circumstances, I will ask for leave from you."

Although he didn't believe in the destined fate, if that ugly bird What the dog said is true. Bo Yu will have an accident recently, so he must stay close to him.

He didn't want to lose a stable long-term meal ticket. The point was that Bo Yu's cooking was delicious. What if Bo Yu couldn't cook after being mixed with dirty things?

"If you think you can't draw me here." Chu Suifeng raised his lips and smiled and said, "Then you can pretend that I don't exist."

Bo Yu: "..."

If he could pretend that I didn't exist, he would still say this ? It's because this person has such a strong sense of presence that the sight of him from time to time always distracts him.

Bo Yu's slender eyelashes drooped, her pale lips pursed slightly, and after thinking for a moment, she said, "Then you want to change places?"

With the financial owner in mind, Chu Suifeng followed Shan Ruliu and was about to move to the corner farthest from the window.

"Wait a minute." Bo Yu said, pointed to a place, and said, "Can you sit there?"

Chu Suifeng glanced at it, and Bo Yu pointed to the corner diagonally above the easel.

Chu Suifeng understood that some people didn't like to be seen during their creative process, and Bo Yu might be such a person.

"Okay." He nodded, moved diagonally upward, and turned around, facing the window and facing Bo Yu.

This time, Bo Yu didn't say anything. He sat back down and continued to look at the easel, but this time he picked a paintbrush from the painting box, and it seemed that his posture was better than before.

Chu Suifeng glanced at it from the corner of his eye, then happily looked away and continued playing the game.

The game was stalemate, and his teammates were extremely weak. Even if Chu Suifeng picked five by himself, he couldn't stop his pig teammates from frantically dragging him back. His brows slowly wrinkled, his ungrateful posture faded away, and he put on a serious expression. Cold and stern, he looks very capable of bluffing people.

There were a few meaningless lines on Bo Yu's drawing paper. He frowned and looked at the drawing paper, still without any inspiration.

This situation of being almost unable to draw any works suddenly started one day and has lasted for almost three months. The once abundant inspiration disappeared, and no matter how hard I searched for it, I could not find it back.

The inheritance left by his parents before the accident was enough for him to live on for several lifetimes, and he did not make a living by selling paintings, but this feeling of spiritual exhaustion made him feel indescribably upset.

Bo Yu took a deep breath and glanced at the courtyard outside the window. He wanted to sketch for inspiration, but saw that the heavy rain was still falling, and the various flowers planted in the courtyard that did not need much care were bent by the rain and drooped. With.

He suddenly lost interest, holding the pen, his indifferent eyebrows became even colder.

The slight sound of a seat sliding on the ground interrupted Bo Yu's thoughts. Bo Yu then looked around and saw the man's handsome eyebrows covered with cold frost. He was imposing, his profile was deep, and his jawline was smooth. It was perfect, a face that quite matched his aesthetics.

Bo Yu's eyes danced, and his slender white hands moved spontaneously.

On the other end, Chu Suifeng was furiously outputting without using any curse words. The four pig teammates were stunned. Some of them tried to resist, but found that they couldn't do it or scold them, so they squatted obediently in the spring and stopped giving away their heads.

At the end of the game, Chu Suifeng reported all the pig teammates. The reports were quickly accepted and all were deducted big points. He breathed a sigh of relief and felt comfortable.

Chu Suifeng changed to a single-player game of pushing boxes. During this period, he looked up at Bo Yu and found that the young man was painting intently. Qing Jun's brows were full of seriousness. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, wondering if it was really him who was staring at him. Has Bo Yu exerted a great influence?

Anyway, as long as I can draw it now.

Chu Suifeng looked at the red rope on the young man's exposed snow-white neck and thought for a moment.

It's been a few days, is it time to check?

Let's wait until Bo Yu finishes painting.

Bo Yu spent several days painting, only going downstairs to cook during mealtime.

Chu Suifeng saw that there was no black energy intrusion, so he didn't bother him for the time being.

Until one night when Bo Yu was painting, a faint black air appeared again, lingering around Bo Yu. Chu Suifeng squinted his eyes, put down his mobile phone and walked over to dispel the black air. He stretched out his hand and said, "Mr. Bo, show me the amulet. "

Bo Yu, who was disturbed, paused and quietly covered up the contents of the painting. Without asking any questions, he took off the amulet from his neck and placed it in Chu Suifeng's hand.

Chu Suifeng opened the amulet and took a look. As expected, the talisman paper inside had turned to dust. He glanced at Bo Yu. He had never seen anyone so attractive to Xie Chong. The meat and potatoes in Xie Chong were very powerful in a way. .

Bo Yu received the compliment expressed by Chu Suifeng's eyes and asked with slight confusion: "What's wrong?"

Chu Suifeng put away the amulet and said with a smile: "It's okay, the amulet inside is burned, I'll give it to you again. Write one."

Bo Yu: "..."

Is this person a doctor or a magician?

Bo Yu was about to ask what the talisman was. The next moment, Chu Suifeng seemed to have seen something and leaned closer to him.

The extremely handsome face slowly came closer, and his reflection was gradually revealed in the secluded dark eyes. It was obviously a face that he had carefully observed many times in the past few days. For some reason, Bo Yu's breathing was still stagnant, and his heart leaked. Jumped a beat.

He caught a glimpse of the content on the drawing paper from the corner of his eye, and stood up suddenly, almost knocking over the easel in his movement.

Such a big reaction made Chu Suifeng pause for a moment with his outstretched hand, crushing the dirty things that were not afraid of him, raising his eyebrows and asking: "Mr. Bo?"

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