The Door Keeps Getting Smaller And Smaller

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Lu Shenxing went to Qiaoshan to soak in the hot springs. Cheng Zi lay at home, holding a comic book to pass the time. He heard footsteps at the door, "Son, a beautiful lady is coming to see you."

"Talking with your aunt downstairs." Cheng Tiandao winked at him, "Is that your senior sister?"

Cheng Zi put down the book, "It should be."

He doesn't have many friends of the opposite sex, and there are very few who get along well.

"Dad sees that the girl's home is in this city, not far from us, she is very polite, not arrogant or rash, and she fits you well..."

Cheng Zi rubbed his forehead, "Dad, I don't feel anything for her."

This sentence is simple and straightforward, leaving no leeway. All Cheng Tiandao's words were blocked. He could only replace his full stomach with a summary, "You are the same as your uncle!"

Cheng Zi raised his eyelids and said hello when he saw the person behind Cheng Tiandao, "Senior Sister."

"You talk." Cheng Tiandao turned and left.

The room was so tidy that people didn't dare to put their feet down. Wei Ni lost the slippers and came in wearing socks. She complained, "If I hadn't asked your roommate at school, I wouldn't know your situation."

The corner of Cheng Zi's eye fell on the place she had stepped on all the way without a trace, and his lips pressed a little.

"Your room is too clean." Wei Ni didn't touch it randomly, but just took a casual look. Her gaze stayed on the sketchbook placed on the bedside table and said half-jokingly, "Hey, I don't know when I can get it. A painting painted by a talented Cheng?"

Cheng Zi raised his eyebrows slightly, "I can't draw people well."

The hopeless Wei Ni was still a little disappointed when she heard this seemingly impeccable reason for rejection. She glanced at the paper exposed outside the book, unconsciously stretched out her hand and drew it, and her eyes lit up after seeing the things on it. What? Sketch?"

Cheng Zi said, "Draw it casually."

"Cool!" Wei Ni found out that they were all the same person. She paused and asked, "Cheng Zi, who is this you painted?"

Cheng Zi looked unnatural for a moment, "My uncle."

"Your uncle and nephew have a very good relationship." Wei Ni sighed with a smile. She took out some design drawings from her bag, "This is a draft I drew. I want to hear your opinion."

She leaned closer, "If my design can pass, please go to dinner."

Cheng Zi looked down and turned over, "Pen."

Hearing what he said, Wei Ni immediately passed the pen in his hand that he had prepared.

The young man's serious profile was as gentle as jade in the light, and Wei Ni looked at him, fascinated.

Cheng Tiandao, who was lying outside the door, walked downstairs lightly. Fang Wen shook his head, "It's impossible."

Fang Wen coaxed the child and said softly, "Have you ever thought about whether the child from Xiaozi also likes men like Lao Qi?"

Cheng Tiandao did not hesitate, "Impossible."

The atmosphere became depressed following Fang Wen's unintentional words, Cheng Tiandao seemed to have been knocked by something in his heart, and he frowned deeply at the teacup.

When Wei Ni left, Cheng Zi stopped her suddenly, "Senior Sister."

"Huh?" Wei Ni was full of expectations.

Cheng Zi knotted his brow, "The butterfly wing on the sock on your left foot is asymmetrical."

"..." Those fantasies were all extinguished in an instant, and not even a residual image was left. Wei Ni realized that the entanglement in reality was everywhere. She couldn't help but wonder if someone would be able to show up. Let this person break the principle to change.

Lu Shenxing came back from Qiaoshan, and when he opened the door, he stepped on a piece of paper in his shoes. After reading a few words, he knew that Luoyang came in.

It's nothing more than I miss you, I'm very happy with you, do you want me, can we start a new category, Baidu searched a lot of things, there are no duplicates.

Lu Shenxing crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into the trash with the advertisements. It seemed that Luoyang was still alive in his own world and didn't want to come out.

After waiting for a few days at home without waiting for a call, Luoyang changed his clothes and dressed up and went out. He bumped into someone in the downstairs community. He turned his head and saw a pair of blue eyes, as deep as the sea.

The handsome man asked caringly, "Are you okay?"

Luoyang smiled slightly, "It's okay."

As soon as the longest November holiday of the year is over, students and office workers are worried about how time passes so fast. Years ago, they basically spent their time busy.

When Cheng was well enough, he went back to school to make up for the missing courses. The design institute took on a large-scale project. The old professor called him over and asked him to participate.

"This is a Shengshi project."

The words of the old professor made Cheng Zi's next life a little bit more, and most of the things that needed to be communicated to him fell on him.

After several visits to the company and design institutes, rumors spread. Later, I didn’t know where the news came out that he was Cheng Tianqin’s nephew. The discussion turned into flattery.

"You and your uncle must have a good relationship, right?"

Cheng Zi bowed his head and put away his pencil, "General."

"I read it on the recruitment website. Shengshi does not recruit people online. They recruit people from several schools." The boy blushed, "I heard that the company is well paid. Can you help? "

"I can do nothing." Cheng Zi took the blueprint and went to Shengshi.

Things like this happened one after another, as if everyone had concluded that he had enough right to speak with that man, but everyone knew that he was just one of the other's nephews.

Lu Shenxing was in a meeting when Cheng Zi went, and he was taken to the office by his secretary.

The suit jacket was thrown on the sofa at random, the magazines were piled up, the documents were piled up in a mess, and there were a few opened snacks on the desk. Cheng Zi took a deep breath and muttered calmly.

His fingers hanging on the sides moved.

When Lu Shenxing came back from the meeting, he saw the young man standing at the table, waving a pencil in his hand, focusing on his eyebrows. At that moment, an inexplicable sense of familiarity swept through his mind, followed by a dull pain, waiting for him to confirm that there was no Traces can be found.

"Do you want to come to work here, uncle?"

Thoughts were disturbed, the curve under the pencil stopped, Cheng Zi put down the rolled up sweater sleeves, "I have no plans."

Lu Shenxing recalled the original plot. Cheng Zi was indeed not in the prime of life. Instead, he went to an architect's office, where he created a world.

"What were you painting just now?" Lu Shenxing raised his eyebrows, "Let me see."

He was very curious. During this time, he often saw Cheng Zi drawing something with that sketchbook.

Cheng Zi put the sketchbook in his backpack and said faintly, "This is an old cat."

"..." Lu Shenxing was speechless, painting a cat as if he was an old cat.

"I'm going to find Manager Wan." Cheng Zi pursed his lips. It was obvious that he only needed to communicate with the person in charge, and he was brought to this office when he returned.

"He'll be here in a while." Lu Shenxing pulled the tie around his neck lightly and leaned back in the chair.

The secretary knocked on the door and brought in two cups of coffee, "Cheng, do you have any more orders?"

Lu Shenxing swept over, and the secretary's face changed like a knife. She quickly retracted her gaze on the young man and left dingy, clearing out the images of the overbearing president and the high-looking scholar who matched her own mind.

It is important to keep your job first.

The office calmed down and Cheng Zi took a sip of coffee. He had to believe that this man had changed so much, it was no less than a reborn one.

"You drink that cup of polysaccharide is mine."

The wet|intention on the ears was too strong, as if it was a kiss, Cheng Zi suddenly turned around, hit the table with his back, and the blood on his face faded in half.

"What are you doing with such a big reaction?" Lu Shenxing raised one of the corners of his lips and pointed out his fingers.

Cheng Zi put his hand on Lu Shenxing's chest and pushed it away, staring at him coldly with both eyes, and then quickly took the backpack out, forgetting the drawing.

Lu Shenxing, "..."

After that day, Cheng Zi began to hide from Lu Shenxing. What the old professor said he refused with various excuses, and he plunged into the library, full of patterns and lines.

Lu Shenxing went to Cheng Zi's school. A curly-haired boy opened the door. He smiled and asked, "Uncle, who are you looking for?"

Hearing this name, Lu Shenxing's forehead jumped, "I'm looking for Cheng Zi."

The boy looked at Lu Shenxing suspiciously, turned his head and shouted inside, "Cheng Zi, someone is looking at the door!"

There are loud keyboard knocks, and there are several dialects of foul language, mixed with fast-paced game background music, which is very hilarious.

Cheng Zi came over with a yawn, with two red marks on his face that were pressed out of sleep. As soon as he saw Lu Shenxing, he was about to close the door, but was stopped by a hand.

"Grandpa's birthday tomorrow." Lu Shenxing sullen, "Your dad asked me to pick you up."

Cheng Zi's face was also not good, "I will go back by myself."

Lu Shenxing frowned and stared at Cheng Zi for a few seconds. The adolescent rebellious period has returned?He lifted his foot to leave and called Cheng Tiandao to talk about the situation.

The dormitory was still very noisy, Cheng Zi climbed back to the bed and covered his head with the quilt.

"Hey Cheng Zi, who is the man with the famous brand just now?" The curly-haired boy stood below and asked, "Is it your uncle?"

Cheng Zi didn't respond, he seemed to be asleep.

The inexplicable Cold War between the uncles and nephews lasted until the end of the year. Cheng Tiandao and Fang Wen looked confused. They both asked about it, and they did not ask for a result.

Just when the major media were staring at the upcoming New Year's Eve party, the endless entertainment circle set off a huge wave.

At around two o'clock in the morning on the 29th, a group of large-scale photos appeared on the Internet, and they were reposted countless times in just one hour. The clicks were amazing.

It can be seen how terrible the number of night owls is.

This time, the protagonist is Luoyang, a newcomer who has just signed the contract with King Film and Television, and is also a student at the Film Academy. The background of the photo is in a certain scenic spot. He is naked | Lying naked on the withered leaves, the expression on his face is affectionate| Wanting to cover, the man with his back facing the camera pressed him down, and each other's body was covered with traces of indulgence|post-love.

The effect of no||code makes netizens crazy, throwing money and begging for a night, begging | shooting | a face, begging to clip | .

Of course, some netizens expressed their worries about whether they would catch a cold in such a cold weather.

Luoyang has an outstanding appearance, exaggerated acting skills, and eats with his face. Not long ago, the best newcomer award fell into his hands, and the opportunity for this group of indecent photos appeared too coincidental.

In any case, this is the end of the matter, and we can only move forward, without turning back.

He fell off as soon as he climbed up. If he didn't win the prize, he might not have so much attention and attention. The higher he climbed, the more painful he fell.

On the rooftop, Luoyang has a deep blue eye, "Brother Hao, that person is really not me."

The agent Zheng Hao scolded, "Are you blind for me? Huh?"

The calmness of the disguise broke, Luoyang grabbed his hair hard, and asked in a fluster, "Brother Hao, what should I do now?"

"I'll get in touch and hold a press conference right away." Zheng Hao looked solemn, "The company..."

Luoyang interrupted loudly, "I can't admit it!"

"You don't even have the courage to face it. It really disappoints me." Zheng Hao said with a cold face, "We will talk about it when you think it through."

The cold wind blew on his face, Luoyang's dim eyes burst out with a strong light, that man can change his situation.

Luoyang cleaned himself up, did a good job of expansion, and went to Shengshi.

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