Chen Mo calmed down his breathing before asking in confusion.
"Brother Fu, what's going on outside?"
"Come and have a drink of water, don't worry, your mouth is dry, drink some water to moisten it."
Fu Chen pushed Chen Mo down on the sofa, got up and went to the water dispenser to get a glass of water and handed it over.
After seeing that Chen Mo's slightly peeled lips were getting better after drinking water, Fu Chen handed him a handkerchief and watched him wipe his mouth before Fu Chen spoke.
"Hey, it's not because of you, kid. Where have you been fooling around today? I've called you all day and my phone hasn't gotten through."
"Ah? You called me. Sorry, the phone is broken."
Chen Mo picked up the cup again and took a sip and said helplessly.
"What's going on? Are you okay?"
Fu Chen frowned and asked worriedly.
He was aware of Chen Mo's situation, and he didn't think that a broken phone was just a broken phone. With Chen Mo's skill, he almost didn't escape and dropped the phone. It was such a dangerous situation at that time.
"It's okay, I just didn't pay attention when I was walking. I came to the blind spot of the truck driver's sight. He ducked past, but the phone was left where it was."
At that time, he was walking in front of the truck, and when he noticed that the truck was starting, he did avoid it. But at that time, a child's ball fell beside the truck wheel behind him, and the child was trotting around trying to pick it up.
At that time, he had not retracted the force of his forward thrust. When he turned around and picked up the child, the phone fell to the ground under the influence of inertia.
When I ran away with my child in my arms, my phone was crushed to pieces by the truck. It was too late to save her.
Knowing that Brother Fu was worried, Chen Mo smiled and simply said it away.
"As long as everything is fine. Huh? No, did you come to me today just because of this mobile phone?"
Fu Chen picked up the tea cup and took a sip of water. As he spoke, he suddenly remembered a question. He looked up and saw Chen Mo's smiling and obedient eyes, and knew that he had guessed it right. He rolled his eyes at him and raised his hand to throw a pillow over.
"I knew you, a bastard, came to me with nothing but money.
Okay, okay, here you go, no one in this studio can match your business ability. Wait..."
Fu Chen stood up, bent down and took out seven or eight stacks of red bills wrapped in yellow paper from the cashier at the front desk. While looking at Chen Mo with blank eyes, he swayed gracefully with his waist that could dance the golden wheel of muscles.
Came over.
"Hey, this is all the income you made from the rooftop parkour last time. It's enough for you to buy several mobile phones. If I hadn't gone to withdraw some cash today, it wouldn't have been enough for you."
Putting a few stacks of red notes on the coffee table, Fu Chen put his sharp fingertips with black manicure on the yellow kraft paper and gently pushed them towards Chen Mo.
"Brother, stop twisting. If you twist again, your waist will break."
Chen Mo endured it again and again and finally couldn't hold back his words.
"Tsk, bro, this is art, it's art, you don't understand. If you keep saying it, you don't want the money anymore."
"Brother Fu, you are the most beautiful, more beautiful than any woman."
Chen Mo glanced at a few wads of money, then looked at Fu Chen, with a very sincere expression, his face did not change, his heart did not beat, and he said without blinking.
"Tsk, that's pretty much it."
Fu Chen is a psychological transgender. Chen Mo has known about it for a long time. Fu Chen didn't hide anything from him. Chen Mo knew about Fu Chen's situation when he first met him.
Because he has been engaged in art since he was a child, Chen Mo has a strong receptive ability and doesn't think anything of it. Getting along with Fu Chen is just like ordinary friends, there is nothing special.
Although Fu Chen has special hobbies, there is no doubt about his professional ability, which is very strong.
I graduated from the Florence Academy of Art in Country Y with a bachelor's degree in Experimental Art. I then went to Rhode Island to study visual film and television art, where I studied graduate school and a Ph.D.
During this period, he shot many works, and for a period of time he also enjoyed a high reputation in the international film and television art circles.
He was hired as a professional photographer for J House, but later retired for unknown reasons and disappeared from the international visual art circle.
I returned to my hometown, settled in a corner of this second-tier city, and opened a small photography shop.
Fu Chen didn't say anything, and Chen Mo didn't have any intention of exploring other people's secrets.
The process of their getting to know each other is not too complicated.
It was Fu Chen who liked men. When they first met, Fu Chen was struggling and his limbs were pinned to the ground by a group of people. A tall, blond foreigner was riding on him and punching him.
Then he hit Fu Chen in the face.
In the dim light of the night, he still recognized the young man who was beaten as a Chinese national with black hair and black eyes.
He didn't ask why, he just went up and knocked a few people off. Then they got to know each other.
At that time, Fu Chen's mouth was full of blood. He looked at the camera on his body and smiled. The first thing he said was to ask him if he liked photography. He said that he had opened a photography studio and could make some money.
Don't mess with him.
Fu Chen said that he had nothing now and had nothing to repay his kindness. If Chen Mo didn't want to, there was nothing he could do.
Chen Mo's original answer was self-evident, he joined Fu Chen's studio.
It has been almost three years since we first started working together.
This is also the reason why he is less than 18 years old, has no academic qualifications or social experience, and can still be hired by a studio and given professional photographer wages.
He didn't know what Fu Chen had gone through back then. It happened that he was not having a good time either, and he happened to meet Fu Chen, who was even worse off than he was.
Compared to a benefactor and a repayer, their relationship is more like friends who can talk about their innermost thoughts.
Perhaps it is appropriate to use an analogy. On a rainy day, a passerby who had an umbrella but was unwilling to hold it met another big cat that had nowhere to hide in the rain and was soaked. The passerby walked up to the big cat.
He held up his umbrella.
The mutual redemption of two lonely and injured souls.
As for Fu Chen attacking him? There was no such thing. Fu Chen had already told him that he only regarded him as his younger brother. He was a zero and had no interest in someone younger than him.
Moreover, gay men do not just fall in love with a man and want to pursue a partner.
Just like a normal relationship between a man and a woman, it's not like any boy suddenly falls in love with any girl when he sees her.
Moreover, gay men will have a keen intuition and know who is straight and who is curved. Normal gay men will generally not attack straight men.
Fu Chen also repeatedly said that he has someone he likes, and he doesn't like Chen Mo at all, a straight man who is straight and straight.
Therefore, the two of them got along quite happily, except for Chen Mo's unbearable bitch from time to time.
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Let’s get back to the right path,
"Brother Fu, did you give too much?"
Chen Mo took the banknote, roughly scanned the amount, and frowned slightly. This was different from the price he had negotiated before. It was more than half the price.