If only it could shapeshift, it's lonely to stay in the host's brain.

[I didn't promise to make it public. 】

Lin Zhi flicked the tail of the pendant kitten, and said slowly: "Although I didn't refuse. 】

01 Ai Ai: [Is this so? 】

01 Actually, it's a bit frustrated.,Sometimes when talking to the host, it always feels like it's not IQ enough.,So it feels like it's useless.。

Lin Zhi felt 01's confusion and said with relief: [Human feelings are so complicated, it's normal for you AI to not understand, people are not programs, but more people have different hearts. 】

01 cheered up: [I will accumulate work experience, if the host needs me, just say! ] 】

Although I don't know much about the host's plan, 01 knows that it's good to trust the host.

Listening to the silly white and sweet system sound, Lin Zhi shook the plush kitten in his hand and put it in the drawer.

Although he has never played emotional games with others, this is actually similar to the games in the mall.

Everything he did before was waiting for Ming Yao to respond, so naturally he wouldn't hit Ming Yao when he said it, but he wouldn't affirm it so that Ming Yao could get it directly.

Without a clear answer, everything is naturally ambiguous.

It rained on the 27th, and Ming Yao's trip to ask Lin Weaving to see the ring was naturally canceled.

In fact, it didn't delay visiting the jewelry store on a rainy day, but Lin Zhi said that he fell in love with a designer's work, so naturally there was no need to look at other works.

At night, Ming Yao looked at the door from time to time, but there was no movement there, no knocking on the door.

Ming Yao rubbed his legs that were aching and pursed his lips.

He inertly turned on the surveillance at home, thinking that Lin Zhi would be in the room, but he found him in the small hall on the third floor.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the rain was dripping, and the air was filled with a moist scent.

The star lamp hanging on the top was warm light, and Lin Zhi turned on the small cold light lamp on the table next to him, and sat on the rattan chair to read a book.

Perhaps seeing something interesting, the corners of his lips rose slightly.

Between the pages, the pale pink knuckles swayed with the finger movements.

The white and soft Samoyed lay at Lin Zhi's feet, and his glutinous weight has exceeded the average of dogs of the same age, and he is no longer the small one when he first came, and he grows fast.

The autumn night was cold, but the plush dog was very warm, Lin Zhi's feet stepped on Nuo Nuo's body and rubbed it, Nuo Nuo's head moved, and he lay on his stomach obediently.

Ming Yao looked at it a little distractedly, thinking that it would be good if it was sunny today.

In this way, he can tell himself that Lin Weaving did not come because of the sunny weather.

Ming Yao zoomed in on the surveillance screen to fill the screen, and worked on it while watching.

Until Lin Zhi returned to the room, he was not seen in the surveillance.

Ming Yao put the document aside and rummaged through the information that the special assistant had sent to him earlier.

He wanted to know what Lin Zhi liked, at least he could talk to him more.

Hu Tong and Lin Zhi are good friends, and they should have a common hobby.

- Art?

Ming Yao rarely encounters something that makes him feel embarrassed, and what he sees in front of him is probably one.

He has always been interested in science and technology, and if Lin Zhi likes intelligent machinery, he must know how to please him.

Ming Yao even thought about whether to ask the old man for advice and see how to appreciate art, but the old man likes Chinese painting and doesn't seem to be very proficient in Western painting.

When he went to work in the next few days, Gao Tezhu found that his boss occasionally frowned at something, and his serious appearance seemed to have encountered something very tricky, and Gao Tezhu couldn't help but wonder in his heart whether the company had encountered some unprecedented challenges that made the boss so concerned.

Then when he was delivering the documents, he saw what his boss was looking at and fell into confusion.

"Infinite List"?

As a senior worker, Gao Tezhu did not allow himself to have such a blind spot in knowledge, but after searching, Gao Tezhu was even more confused.

The boss has nothing to do with art history, is the company already going in this direction?

In mid-October, Lin Zhi received an invitation to see the exhibition, not Hu Tong, but Ming Yao.

Lin Zhi raised his eyebrows: "Mr. Ming is also interested in this?" ”

Ming Yao nodded indifferently, he had read the book for so many days, he should be able to chat with Lin Zhi for a moment or two.

Lin Zhi did not refuse, this exhibition is a small exhibition, the threshold is very high, this ticket is very rare, Ming Yao gave it to him, it can be seen that he has a lot of heart.

Several of the paintings in this exhibition are privately collected, which is very meaningful.

Ming Yao looked at Lin Zhi's serious appreciation, and also felt that it was very meaningful.

The time of the exhibition was an hour and a half, and Lin Zhi left with Ming Yao happily.

Lin Zhi didn't say much, in fact, he had already discovered that Ming Yao was not very interested in these at the exhibition, but although he didn't appreciate the beauty, Ming Yao was still seriously appreciating, and occasionally echoed a few sentences.

Lin Zhi knew that Ming Yao was pleasing him, not very clever, but very sincere.

"Does Mr. Ming know how to draw?"

Ming Yao shook his head, he had only drawn experimental data.

"Then I'll draw one for you."

Lin Zhi asked the driver to go to the painting material store and bought things to go home.

Mingyao's study has a windowsill, and a large piece of moonlight shines in from the outside, giving people a sense of tranquility.

Ming Yao sat in a wheelchair with some restraint, and Lin Zhi was sketching his appearance in front of the easel not far away.

It is not a short time to draw a picture, but Ming Yao is very patient, he likes Lin Weaving's gaze to fall on him.

"Mr. Ming, do you want to try it?"

Lin Zhi took a clean paintbrush and shook it at Ming Yao.

Ming Yao: "I probably don't know. ”

"It's okay, beginners can start by copying, and I'm willing to temporarily act as the copied artwork."

Lin Zhi unbuttoned the two buttons, and the clean brush swept over his collarbone, as if carrying the gentle moonlight.

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Obviously, it was the moonlight shining on Lin Zhi's body, and it fell in Mingyao's eyes, but it was like a brush with moonlight, brightening that piece of skin.

Ming Yao doesn't understand art, but at this moment he seems to understand the scenery in the eyes of the artist.

Yinhui is no longer ordinary, and in Mingyao's eyes, Lin Weaving at this moment is a work of art, with a beauty that tempts people to sink.

"Entry-level copying, such as a beginner's copy, covers the paper on the master's work, sketches one by one, and feels the structure of the font."

Lin Weaving's voice was unhurried, and the brushstrokes passed over his shoulders between the words, tracing the skeletal structure.

He dipped his brush in water and walked to the windowsill.

"The light here is good, what does Mr. Ming think?"

Lin Zhi was caged in the moonlight, and the pen in his hand swiped through his heart at will, and the red beads condensed.

Ming Yao responded for a long time, and his eyes never left Lin Zhi for half a minute.

The crazy thoughts that arose because of Lin Weaving had long been crawling all over his mind and firmly occupied his mind.

His eyes looked at the water marks on Lin Zhi's chest almost paranoidly, and the tyranny of destruction was the same as the feeling of pity.

Lin Weaving under the moon is like an illusory and beautiful flower, full of swagger and harmless temptation.

He is a sweet and worldly lover, a wife whose heart has never belonged to him.

When I don't love him, I think he is superficial and worships money, and when I like him, I only think he is cute and charming when he talks about money.

Ming Yao's study was carpeted, and the wheelchair was silent as it slid by.

Lin Weaving's hand was propped up on the windowsill, and he was ready to sit on Ming Yao's lap and let him practice, but found that Ming Yao stopped two steps away from him.

With Lin Zhi's eyes wide open, Ming Yao stood up and came in the direction of Lin Zhi.

The shadows came from top to bottom, enveloping him in Mingyao's realm.

Lin Zhi tilted his head and asked with some surprise, "You can walk?" ”

"It can only be a very short distance."

Ming Yao didn't hide it, in fact, in order to be able to take these two steps steadily, it took him nearly half a month.

The pain in his legs made his back unconsciously covered with a layer of sweat, but his face was still calm.

He felt that Lin Zhi was happy for him, and put Lin Zhi on the windowsill in his arms, kissing his side neck,

"That's also amazing, Mr. Ming, you're really good."

Lin Zhi has always been stingy in praising others with words, and his crooked eyes are full of smiles, soft and beautiful.

In response to him, Mingyao's face was like a cold moon, hiding a blazing light.

The clean brush came to Ming Yao's hand, and he didn't hold such a brush, but it didn't prevent him from swinging freely.

Whoever let the teacher who taught him painting be so lenient, he just had to copy.

The bones of the human body are hidden under the skin, and they follow the veins slowly and slowly, over and over again.

There is no wind tonight and the clouds are thin.

The moon hangs high like a silver platter, and the light that is not hidden falls.

The water on the brush had already been exhausted in the drawing, but it found an abundant source of water, but it was not strawberry.

Ming Yao, who stood up, had an absolute height advantage, and Lin Zhi looked at the blurred moonlight in the undulating and shaking.

Ming Yao saw their blending shadows, and lowered his head and kissed Lin Weaving's wrist.

It was a serious greed, hidden in the depths of the staggered.

There are only two rooms on the entire fifth floor, one is the master bedroom and the other is the study, so both rooms are large in size.