It's okay not to fry CP! [Entertainment]

"I can go back by myself. Captain, you can take Teacher Song home." He Zishu slightly raised his neck, exposing his chin covered by the down jacket.

He turned his head to look outside the door again, and continued: "It's very late, and it's raining outside again."

At this time and weather, no matter how you think about it, it is impossible for his mother to go home alone.

Lu Jin smiled deeply, turned around and closed the door.

The sound of wind and rain, as well as the coldness of the early winter night, were lightly separated by the door and disappeared instantly.

Lu Jin took a deep look at Song Xiqing.

Song Xiqing propped himself up on the sofa and slowly got up.

The two of them didn't say a word, but walked to a semi-open-air garden on the side of the hall at the same time.

It's a bit windy and windy outside.

Lu Jinchen casually took the blanket hanging on the swing frame and threw it over to Song Xiqing.

Song Xiqing took it, and while putting it on his body, he said coolly: "As I get older, my body is starting to feel overwhelmed."

"It's also time to put on the down jacket."

"It's a pity that no one bought it for me."

Lu Jinshen: "..."

"do not know either……"

Lu Jin rubbed the center of his brows deeply: "Mom."

Song Xiqing restrained his expression and asked, "Tired?"

"I don't know how to change clothes and come back again. I thought I was eighteen or nineteen years old, so I could resist the wind and the cold?"

As he spoke, he was about to tear off the blanket and hand it to Lu Jinchen.

Lu Jinchen got a headache from being read, and restrained Song Xiqing's movements: "It's not cold."

Then he raised his eyes: "Tell me, what are you doing here today?"

Switch looks seamlessly.

Song Xiqing hadn't recovered from her distress.

Suddenly there was an emotionless "what to do".

I almost didn't hang up in one breath.

Song Xiqing simply didn't go around in circles: "Come and meet him."

Look what it looks like to eat her son to death.

Lu Jin said calmly, "I see you."

Song Xiqing raised his chin slightly: "Of course."

Through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, Lu Jinchen glanced inside.

He actually couldn't see He Zishu.

Because facing the glass window is a huge decorative screen.

The screen is illuminated by the lamp, and it is translucent, revealing a vague outline.

But Lu Jinchen didn't even have to think about it.

I also know what that person is doing now.

as same as him.

Watching them through the screen.

Guess what they are talking about.

Lu Jinchen turned around and said, "Mom, you scared him."

Song Xiqing: "Son, you scared Mom."

Lu Jinshen: "..."

Lu Jin leaned against the glass window and said helplessly, "You should ask me first."

"What's the use of asking you?" Song Xiqing wrapped himself in a blanket and sat on the swing, "Or, if I ask you, you will say it?"

"Come on," Song Xiqing waved his hand, "When you bring him home, I'm almost ready to shut down."

Lu Jin frowned deeply.

Song Xiqing looked up: "That kid doesn't know yet, does he?"

"I don't know what you think about him."

"I thought the two were tied up by the company to stir up the heat."

Lu Jin fell silent.

"Lu Jinshen," Song Xiqing sighed, "If your father had made the progress you made, you would probably still be memorizing "List of Teachers" at your desk."

"With such a little guts, how can you chase after someone?"

"Teacher Song," Lu Jin said coolly, "You'd better not underestimate your son's courage."

"Don't underestimate," Song Xiqing said, "You'd better let me have more sons tomorrow."

Just as Lu Jinchen was about to speak, his phone vibrated.

He looked down.

It was a message from Bai Ying.

"What's wrong?" Song Xiqing asked seeing Lu Jin's deep smile.

Lu Jinshen: "Sleep here? Or go home?"

"Go home," Song Xiqing got up, "I don't have a son to send me off, so my husband is not allowed to pick me up?"

Lu Jin nodded deeply, signaling Song Xiqing to enter the room.

Song Xiqing: "Let's go now?"

Lu Jin opened the door and handed the phone to Song Xiqing.

Song Xiqing took a look.

I saw Baiying's message saying: If you don't come out, your children will "drive away".

When the two came out, He Zishu was still thinking about how to borrow a car.

Lu Jin's deep voice came from behind.

"Where?"

He Zishu: "..."

"Go back early, it looks like the rain won't stop for a while." Bai Ying stretched.

Lu Jinchen walked over, put on the hat that He Zishu had taken off, and zipped it up.

It wasn't until the person was wrapped tightly that he said to the two people behind him, "Let's go."

Bai Ying: "Yes."

Song Xiqing: "Be careful on the road."

He Zishu stood there like a small piece of wood.

After a long while, he squeezed out a sentence: "Brother, you can send Teacher Song home, I can go back by myself."

"She has someone to pick her up." Lu Jinshen said.

Looking at the dazed He Zishu, Lu Jinshen said word by word: "Do you want to see my dad?"

The little head under the big hat was startled.

Start shaking wildly.

Lu Jinchen smiled deeper and deeper, and stretched out his hand to him: "Then let's go."

Lu Jinchen just took an umbrella casually on the grounds that it was a few steps away.

When He Zishu went out, he realized that the rain was not too light.

In addition, when the night wind blows, it falls on the umbrella without any rules.

He Zishu looked at the umbrella that was halfway to his side, raised his hand, grabbed the handle of the umbrella, and moved a little in Lu Jinchen's direction.

After walking a few steps, the umbrella turned again.

And it's obviously more extreme.

Half of Lu Jinchen's shoulders were almost wet.

He Zishu raised his hand again and moved the umbrella over.

The two of them seemed to be competing, going back and forth several times.

When He Zishu raised his hand again, he was held by Lu Jinchen halfway through.

With the help of the not-so-bright light, He Zishu saw the man smiling.

"Okay, don't make trouble." Lu Jinchen's voice was slightly hoarse.

He Zishu lowered his eyes.

His gaze was fixed on the hands of the two who were holding each other.

He Zishu couldn't tell whether it was his fingertips that were burning, or Lu Jinchen's palms were cold.

I just felt that the two temperatures were stumbling, and he was a little hypoxic.

He Zishu raised his head.

The area on Lu Jinchen's left shoulder was wet by the rain, and a thicker ink color was scattered.

"Brother," He Zishu paused, "The clothes are wet."

Lu Jinchen hooked the corners of his lips, and didn't answer his words, but said, "Now do you know what to shout?"

It's been a night.

Listened to "Captain" all night.

Seeing that people were still looking at her shoulder, Lu Jinchen held back a smile: "It's okay, let's go."

But He Zishu still stopped where he was, not knowing what he was thinking.

There is still a short way to go.

He Zishu finally let out a pale breath.

Instantly drowned in the darkness.

In fact, an umbrella is enough.

Just get a little closer.

No one will get wet.

Lu Jinshen was looking at his children.

After seeing him take a deep breath, he took a step in his direction.

Another step.

Until the distance between the two was drawn very close.

"Okay," He Zishu raised his head and said softly, "Let's go."

Lu Jinchen had many ideas.

The person will hide, or, as before, push the umbrella back.

But this is not included.

The moment He Zishu approached.

He even clearly felt his throat tightening.

Even tense.

Extremely strange emotions.

I was caught off guard again.

Lu Jinchen was about to speak.

Immediately, I felt warmth on the back of my hand.

The kid in his family broke free.

Then the palm was attached to the back of his hand.

Lu Jinchen looked at He Zishu who was pretending to look down at the road in front of him, and couldn't help smiling anymore.

Turning his head, eyebrows raised slightly: "That's it?"

"What about this hand?"

"The face is also cold."

"Warm baby, huh?"

The phrase "warm baby" made He Zishu's face turn red.

Stir it up and burn it from the inside out.

No matter how fierce the wind was, the temperature on his face did not drop.

Until the two got into the car, the tips of their ears were still red.

Lu Jinshen: "Turn on the air conditioner, take off the down jacket, don't sweat."

He Zishu heard the words and took off his down jacket.

It was still a short drive away from Lu Jinchen's villa, and He Zishu didn't know what to say, so he just lowered his head and folded his clothes.

Lu Jin rested his hands on the steering wheel and said, "Why don't you send me a message?"

"What news?" He Zishu's thoughts changed, "Teacher Song?"

Lu Jinshen: "Yes."

He Zishu said, "Teacher Song was looking for my sister, and I happened to bump into her."

Lu Jinchen changed the subject: "What did I tell you?"

"It's nothing, just chatting casually."

The topic ended again, and there was a silence in the car.

Only the wipers sounded rhythmically.

He Zishu stared intently.

After a while, I slowly said, "Brother, you'd better pick a time and explain it to Mr. Song."

Lu Jin took a deep look at He Zishu: "Explain what?"

He Zishu: "I think Teacher Song may have misunderstood."

"There's no misunderstanding." Lu Jinchen's voice was calm.

"she knows."

He Zishu breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."

When the car drove out of the villa and passed the security booth, He Zishu saw a man smoking a cigarette standing under the eaves.

The scarlet point, following the man's breathing, went from shallow to deep, and then from deep to shallow.

Finally crushed between stones.

He Zishu suddenly looked at Lu Jinchen: "Brother, don't smoke in the future."

"Smoking is bad for the throat."

"It's not good for your body either."

"Being photographed may even become a trending search."

Lu Jinchen tapped the steering wheel twice: "Did she tell you?"

"No." He Zishu shook his head.

He couldn't sell Mr. Song.

Because his captain doesn't eat oil and salt, and doesn't eat hard and soft.

Teacher Song has been grinding for so long, but he has not been able to get rid of the bad habits.

Maybe there was some unpleasantness because of this.

If it is admitted that Mr. Song said it, let him be an eyeliner and a little spy.

That rebel army might be even more rebellious.

He Zishu was thinking about how to persuade him.

Suddenly something was added to the folded down jacket.

He Zishu picked it up and took a look.

It's a pack of cigarettes.

"All the belongings," Lu Jinchen said, "turn them all in."

He Zishu felt that the cigarette was a bit hot.

After all, all the belongings.

"Is that so?"

According to Teacher Song's description, Lu Jinchen should be the leader in the field of swallowing clouds and fog.

This bag is a bit shabby.

"Don't believe me?" Lu Jin smiled slightly: "Touch and see."

He Zishu tightened his grip on the cigarette.

Search and see.

Not to feel it.

"I did not lie to you."

"I haven't smoked during this time."

Busy chasing people, how can I have time to smoke.

He Zishu remembered that Song Xiqing said that Lu Jinchen would only smoke when he was in a bad mood.

So this means that during this period of time, Lu Jinchen was in a good mood?

He Zishu strikes while the iron is hot: "Don't smoke in the future."

Lu Jin replied silently.

After a moment of silence, he said.

"It doesn't look at me."

"Look at you."

He Zishu didn't hear clearly, and asked, "Huh?"

Lu Jinshen: "Okay, I won't smoke in the future."

He Zishu doesn't smoke, so he doesn't know if he will feel uncomfortable if he suddenly stops.

I just feel that it is not an easy task to completely change a habit.

After deliberating for a while, he said, "Occasionally smoking one is fine."

"When?" Lu Jinchen asked.

He Zishu: "When I can't bear it."

Hear the phrase "when you can't bear it".

Lu Jinchen stopped the car.

With the clutch of the flameout, the wiper also stopped.

In the entire carriage, there was only the sound of raindrops hitting the glass.

Lu Jinchen loosened his seat belt and slowly leaned over.

The dim street lights shone on one side of his face through the car window.

His eyes became darker.

When you can't help it.

This man means.

When he can't help it, he can have some sweets.

Lu Jin's deep and hoarse voice rang in He Zishu's ear: "Then if I say, I can't help it now?"

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Team Lu: I can't help it.