Quick Transmigrate to Have a Boyfriend

Lin Yu once again disobeyed master Lin and returned on the way to the banquet. In recent years, he has become independent. The gallery is his home, and painting is his family.

Seeing that Lin Yu is in the art field, he doesn't force Lin Yu to go home and inherit his family business. It's just that Lin Yu is always single at the age of falling in love, which makes him anxious.

The first time Lin Yu returned to the gallery, he went to the place where the beggar was. Unfortunately, no one has been seen. He was a little disappointed.

Then the corner of his mouth took a touch of self mockery: Jiang languo can't be a beggar any more. He should marry that woman now and live a normal life.

Lin Yuyuan thought that five years of time can disappear eight years of secret love. But never thought, that since childhood will be printed in the bottom of my heart feelings, will only accumulate more and more, to the end of love but not, will only pressure themselves out of breath.

"Alas..." He had some regrets.

"Here you are." A voice.

Lin Yu suddenly turned around, or that dishevelled man, with a cup of milk tea on his hand, but the tea cover was dirty.

Maybe he realized that the eyes in his long, disordered hair felt sorry: "I'm dirty."

"Thank you." Lin Yu accepted milk tea.

From his eyes, Lin Yu knew he was smiling.

"I'll take you in and wash?"

The beggar stepped back several steps. "No, no, it's dirty."

He walks a little lame, completely out of touch with healthy adults, his voice is like a child, full of fear, as if there is some intellectual problem

"Back, boss." Zhang Yuan, who works in the gallery, is very happy to see Lin Yu.

But when I saw a beggar pestering the boss, I was in a bad mood. Lin Yu was just like a God to them.

The people who work under the boss are basically uneducated and can only enter the factory. But the countryman, the unscrupulous agent, was cheated. In desperation, the boss took them in.

"Get away from me. Don't pestle here. There's nothing to eat." Zhang Yuan asked Lin Yu to go back and said: "this beggar has been here for several years. I can't count it. Boss, let's ignore him."

The clean and cool temperament of the boss makes people dare not blaspheme. How can the beggar take advantage of it.

The beggars were afraid of being chased out, so they turned around and ran away. Lin Yu looked at his unnatural legs and was worried.

"It's said that it's to soak up other people's wives, who were seen by Zhengzhu and beaten." Zhang Yuan said it was a pity.

Lin Yu felt the warm milk tea in his hand and said, "is that right?"

The next day, when Lin Yu opened the door of the gallery, he saw a figure rushing away.

"Stop." Although his voice is light, he can't say, "you can't run. If I want to chase you, you can't run away from me."

Lin Yu looked at the bag with a black handprint at the door and bent over to open it. It was some small snacks.

"Come here and bring it in for me."

The beggar turned around and picked up the bag. Look at the clean Gallery, but dare not step in.

He's a tall man, so he might be a good model. Lin Yu nodded her chin and decided to add people to her gallery.

"Come in."

The beggar took a step.

Although a little slow, but still very obedient. The corner of Lin Yu's mouth rarely bends: "dirty is dirty, wait for you to sweep for me to go, follow me."