Become a villain and swing your sword at the scumbag!

Lu Chengting didn't know Nan Siyan's intention of going to Jianguo Hotel at this time.

I just feel that Jianguo Hotel is one of the most upscale hotels in Huating City. It is understandable that Nan Siyan wants to go there because of its reputation.

He readily agreed, took Nan Siyan to Jianguo Hotel, found a seat by the window, and sat down with Nan Siyan in hand.

Nan Siyan had never eaten in a place like this, so he didn't know how to order.

He looked at the elegant and comfortable environment in the restaurant, and watched Lu Chengting calmly and calmly tell the waiter the names of dishes that he had never heard of before.

The gap between the two became more and more like a chasm.

He sat opposite Lu Chengting and looked at Lu Chengting's elegant and dignified appearance after taking off his military uniform. He felt that all this was too unreal.

I'm afraid I have to wake up from a dream in Nanke, and all my dreams are empty.

He couldn't help but ask: "Third Master, what you said in the clothing store before, are you serious?"

Lu Chengting didn't react for a moment: "What?"

Nan Siyan looked into his eyes with a bit of shyness and stubbornness: "That's it, Third Young Mistress."

He paused and asked again: "Are you serious?"

Lu Cheng looked back at him, his eyes not evading at all: "This is nothing to laugh about. If you are willing, you can publish it in the newspaper tomorrow."

Nan Siyan didn't understand: "Why?"

Lu Cheng listened, half joking and half serious: "I promised you in my previous life."

Nan Siyan didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but at this moment, he hoped that what Lu Cheng heard was true.

The sun set outside the window, and the sky darkened in an instant.

Nan Siyan was used to eating simple meals. Looking at the shrimps, crabs and seafood in front of him, he didn't know where to start.

Lu Chengting took off his coat, rolled up his shirt cuffs, wiped his hands with a hot towel, peeled off the shrimp shells, and placed the meat next to Nan Siyan's bowl: "I'll serve you, you just eat."

Nan Siyan was still a little reluctant to let go at first, eating very slowly and restrainedly.

But he couldn't resist that the food was really delicious, and Lu Cheng would not raise his head and stare at him, making him uncomfortable. He just kept helping him deal with the shrimp and crab shells, and kept feeding him.

Nan Siyan kept nibbling, and even added half a bowl of rice during this period.

It wasn't until he couldn't help but let out a small burp that he realized that he had eaten too much.

Nan Siyan's face turned red again.

The first time we had dinner together, he behaved in such a vulgar manner, which was really embarrassing.

The environment around them was very quiet, and he wouldn't believe it if Lu Cheng heard it or if Nan Siyan could be beaten to death.

Lu Chengting raised his eyes and glanced at the tips of his red ears, chuckled softly, and praised him: "Very cute."

Nan Siyan felt that his toes had nowhere to rest.

He gently kicked Lu Chengting's calf under the table and said shamefully: "Don't talk."

The two were flirting at the dining table, but little did they know that behind the screen partition not far away, a gaze fell on the two of them.

Chen Manling looked at Nan Siyan's delicate and charming face, but her every frown and smile was full of coquettishness. She was shocked in her heart and couldn't calm down for a long time.

That's a man.

A man who could make Lu Cheng listen to such a cold and dignified man put down his condescending attitude, smile tenderly, and serve him with his own hands.

Chen Manling didn't know what the two said, but she saw Nan Siyan lift his leg under the table and kick Lu Chengting's calf.

Not only was Lu Chengting not angry, he also wiped the corners of Nan Siyan's mouth with a handkerchief.

Nan Siyan didn't hide either, her cheeks were as pink as a delicate flower, making Chen Manling clench her fists fiercely.

Feeling sick in her heart, she turned around and left, returned to her room upstairs, and called Lu Xu, who was about to return home.

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Lu Chengting and Nan Siyan finished their meal. He originally wanted the driver to drive Nan Siyan back, but Nan Siyan refused.

He touched his slightly protruding belly and said regretfully, "I have to take a walk. I'm afraid I'll gain half a pound of weight from tonight's meal."

"In my line of work, what you hear is your voice and what you see is your figure."

"But I have to be tall and thick. No matter how good I sing, no one will want to watch it."

Lu Chengting held his waist and squeezed it gently: "You should eat more and not care what others do? I'm happy to see it."

Nan Siyan was too thin now, and Lu Chengting was afraid that he would fall apart if he just messed with it a few times.

"It would be better to be fatter..." When he said this, he suddenly stopped and did not continue.

When Nan Siyan heard the tone of Lu Chengting's words, his mind automatically connected with Lu Chengting's unfinished words.

He felt that what Lu Chengting wanted to say was: "It's better to be fatter and resist obesity."

But even if Lu Cheng didn't listen, he felt like he was stuck in the middle.

I wanted to scold him, but I couldn't find a reason. If I didn't scold him, I always felt that he had no good intentions and seemed to be taking advantage of me.

He leaned into Lu Chengting's arms, feeling the warmth coming from Lu Chengting's body, and suddenly felt his nasal cavity was a little sore.

He started learning to sing when he was six years old, and no one ever said to him: "Eat more and gain weight."

When he was seven or eight years old, he had to practice martial arts from morning to night every day. He still didn't have enough to eat. He was so hungry that he couldn't sleep at night, so he went to the kitchen and stole two steamed buns.

He almost choked to death after devouring it, but he didn't dare to boil some water to drink, for fear that the master would hear the noise and whip him with a cane, so he only dared to swallow the two steamed buns with ice water in the middle of winter.

My nose was frozen and my tears were streaming down my face. I shivered in my little quilt.

As a result, the next day, the master found that two steamed buns were missing from the kitchen. He took him off the bed with a cane and whipped him severely.

When he was fourteen years old, the master's son fell ill and had to sell him to Boss Du of Bishui Tea House.

Nan Siyan has an indescribable charm about her at a young age.

Boss Du had a vicious eye and saw that he would make a lot of money for himself in the future, so he worked hard and raised him for another two years before putting him on the stage.

Nan Siyan has been wandering around since he was a child, and he knows what he should do according to his status. Even if Boss Du doesn't say anything, he is always very harsh on himself.

Until today, I have had a full meal.

No matter what Lu Cheng's intention was when he heard this sentence, serious or not, he had indeed indulged himself for once.

Nan Siyan suddenly felt aggrieved. When he wanted to cry, he felt that he couldn't walk.

Lu Chengting felt that Nan Siyan was emotionally unstable.

He released his hold on Nan Siyan's waist, squatted in front of him with his hands on his knees, and said to him: "If you can't walk, don't leave. Come up, and the third master will carry you."

Nan Siyan looked at Lu Chengting's back, tears instantly blurred his eyes.

He didn't say anything, but obediently climbed onto Lu Chengting's back, put his arms around his neck, and pressed his cheek against his shoulder.

Lu Chengting held Nan Siyan's thighs to lift him up, weighed him up, and walked forward steadily.

He felt warm liquid touching the side of his neck and chuckled, "Little crybaby."

Nan Siyan felt that he was being hypocritical, but he couldn't help it. He sniffed and asked Lu Chengting in a low voice: "Third Master, am I heavy?"

"Like a cat, it's not as heavy as two guns." Lu Cheng heard.

Nan Siyan felt that Lu Cheng listened to him effortlessly, walking steadily and easily, so he stopped talking.

The street became deserted after nightfall. Nan Siyan pressed his chest against Lu Chengting's back, feeling as if he could feel Lu Chengting's heartbeat, hitting his heart one after another.

He was silent for a long time and then spoke softly to Lu Cheng: "Third Master, take me home."