Marry for a long time

It was lunch time, and there were many diners in the restaurant.

Lu Mintong's voice was neither soft nor heavy, it overwhelmed the slightly noisy voices around him, and it reached his ears clearly.

Lin Zhifei's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously looked around for fear of being heard by others.

This restaurant is not far from the hospital, maybe some of Lu Mintong's colleagues come to dine, if they overhear it, it will be bad, it will affect his reputation...

Lu Min tapped the table with his fingers, motioning for him to turn his head back.

Unexpectedly, when Lin Zhifei turned his head around, he immediately put his finger to his mouth, gave a "shh", and said in a low voice, "Don't say such things in public places."

Lu Mintong frowned, his expression was really a bit unkind.

"I'm afraid..." Lin Zhifei's heart skipped a beat when he saw Lu Mintong's expression, and he hurried to explain. At this moment, the waiter brought the food, interrupted his words, and said with a smile, "Take it easy, both of you."

Lin Zhifei said, "Thank you."

As soon as the waiter left, he looked at Lu Mintong and moved his lips, but he didn't know where to start.

Lu Mintong lowered his eyes and said, "Let's eat."

Lin Zhifei pursed his lips, picked up the chopsticks, put the broccoli in his mouth and chewed it carefully, the taste was like chewing wax, until he swallowed it, he didn't know whether the broccoli was salty or bland.

Unable to control the impulse in his heart, he quietly raised his head and glanced at the other party.

Lu Mintong had no expression on his face, he could not see the joy and anger in his eyes with his eyebrows lowered.

...Are you angry?

Because of his avoidance.

Lin Zhifei held the chopsticks in his right hand, and he did not put them down for a long time. He stared down at the crystal clear rice in the bowl. After a while, his thoughts had turned a thousand times, and he made up his mind to speak clearly. In the bowl, accompanied by a soft sigh: "Why don't you eat vegetables?"

Lin Zhifei raised his head in astonishment.

Lu Mintong retracted his hand unhurriedly, met his gaze slowly, and bent the corner of his lower lip: "Eat more meat, and you won't be fat."

"elder brother……"

"However, why do you still have baby fat?" Lu Mintong squinted his eyes, looked at his face carefully, frowned slightly, and murmured to himself, "Baby face?"

Lin Zhifei touched his cheek subconsciously with his left hand, the skin on his palm was warmed by the heater, and he could feel the skin bounce slightly when he pressed it lightly, he put down his hand and explained: "No, I am not a baby face, I just have a fat face .”

After finishing speaking, he showed a small smile, picked up the ribs in the bowl, and said, "The meat is all over the face."

Lu Mintong looked away, paused for a few seconds, and added lightly: "And the buttocks."

With a shake of Lin Zhifei's chopsticks, the spare rib landed firmly on the rice again.

He was stiff all over, and slowly twitched the corner of his mouth.

I have said that you should not say such things in public, but you just don’t listen, you are too selfish...

However, looking at Lu Mintong's appearance, he didn't seem to feel that there was anything wrong with what he said. He picked the fishbone calmly, and after a while, he put the fish meat into Lin Zhifei's bowl again, and said in a flat voice, "I'm pleasing you."

Lin Zhifei: "..."

Afterwards, Lu Mintong kept picking up food for him, each time accompanied by a word of flattery, which made him feel very embarrassed, and hurriedly begged for mercy: "Brother Tong, enough is really enough, I'm full...you don't need to please."

Lu Mintong glanced at the rice bowl in front of him, and asked in a deep voice, "Is this enough?"

Lin Zhifei leaned back on the sofa, rubbed his stomach with his right hand in circular motions, trying to digest, and explained: "I ate a little too much in the morning, so I'll just have a bowl of rice at noon."

"Don't touch your belly after dinner."

Lu Mintong did not explain in a concise manner. Lin Zhifei didn't understand why he couldn't touch it, but he obediently stopped touching his belly.

After coming out of the hotel, Lu Min went to the hospital, and Lin Zhifei turned to go to the coffee shop.

There was still a while before the appointed time, he went shopping in the shops on the street, bought a lipstick for Musen, he carried the gift to the coffee shop, halfway on the way he couldn't help but sigh inwardly, why is it so lately? I can't keep my money...

The lipstick cost more than 300, the perfume for Lu Mintong cost more than 500, and the dress for Ruoruo cost more than [-]. All together, it cost thousands of dollars.

It's been a bit of a loser for a while.

He thought about it seriously, and came to the conclusion that he shouldn't give Lu Mintong such an expensive perfume. The other party didn't seem to like it very much, and he hadn't seen him spray perfume. If he had known, he would have given him a bracelet, 200 yuan. money thing.

But when he arrived at the coffee shop and waited for Mu Sen to come over, he was bored and went to look up the sports bracelet that Lu Mintong gave him. When he saw the price on the Internet, he instantly dismissed the idea just now.

He thought for a moment, then sent a message to Lu Mintong: "I was bored to check just now, why is the bracelet you gave me so expensive..."

Lu Mintong should not be busy, so he quickly replied with only four words: "This is a betrothal gift."

Lin Zhifei was embarrassing, really, it's not serious to flirt with people whenever he finds an opportunity.

He lowered his head and stared at the phone, rubbed his fingers unconsciously, and typed slowly: "That's not enough."

Click send, and hurried footsteps sounded beside his ears. When he looked up, he saw Mu Sen trotting over in a hurry, put the bag beside the sofa, and said repeatedly: "Sorry, I'm late, have you been waiting for a long time?"

Lin Zhifei turned off the phone and smiled at her: "It's okay, I didn't wait long."

He handed the gift to Mu Sen, and said, "I don't know much about lipstick, but the clerk said that it's very popular recently, what's it called, and I don't know if you like it or not, can you take a look?"

Mu Sen was pleasantly surprised: "I like it so much! Thank you, Zhizhi! You are the first man who gave me lipstick, but it's a pity you don't like women, otherwise I would have agreed with you."

Lin Zhifei was very satisfied with the gift that made others happy, and said with a smile, "You can be my sister."

Mu Sen scolded with a smile: "Nonsense, I'm older than you."

This time I came here to talk in detail about the online platform he was going to sign with. Mu Sen finished the detailed introduction with a serious face, raised his eyes to meet Lin Zhifei's gaze, and asked seriously: "Zhizhi, have you really made a decision?"

Lin Zhifei nodded: "My brother made the decision for me."

"Your brother? Aren't you the only child?"

Lin Zhifei smiled embarrassedly, and explained: "It's not my dear, my neighbor next door, who I played with since I was a child, is the one I want to use as my prototype."

Mu Sen put down the small spoon, and winked at him gossipingly: "Is there something wrong?"

Lin Zhifei bent his lips and smiled, neither admitting nor denying it.

After saying goodbye to Mu Sen, Lin Zhifei took the subway directly to go home.

After sitting for two stops, he suddenly remembered the chat with Lu Mintong. He quickly took out his mobile phone and clicked into WeChat.

Lu Mintong sent several messages.

"Then... plus me, is it enough?"

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"say."

"Busy?"

Lin Zhifei was terrified when he saw it, and quickly replied: "I'm sorry, Brother, I didn't pay attention to your message when the editor came over just now. Now we have finished chatting and are on the way home."

When he got home, Lu Mintong didn't reply to his message, probably because he was busy and didn't pay attention to his phone.

He adjusted his posture, pressed the phone in his hand, and just wanted to get up to ask Aunt Shen if he needed help, when the phone rang suddenly, it was a call from Zeng Xuan, and as soon as he answered, he asked if he was free on the weekend.

"I have time, what's the matter, Brother Zeng?"

Zeng Xuan laughed loudly on the other end of the call: "Let's go out for dinner with my brother at noon on Saturday, how about it, do you want to show me some face?"

Lin Zhifei said: "Okay, I'll talk to Brother Tong when he comes back."

But Zeng Xuan stopped him and said, "Don't call him, just the two of us have a meal together."

Lin Zhifei had no doubt about him, and agreed: "Okay."

Zeng Xuan reported the address, seat and time, and said with a smile, "I've already made an appointment, see you then, dress smarter."

In the evening, Lu Mintong came to play with him again.

Lin Zhifei felt that Zeng Xuan's phone call was a bit weird, so he told him about it.

Lu Mintong frowned, and pondered for a while: "He asked me out too, where did he ask you out for dinner?"

Lin Zhifei reported the address, and Lu Min said, "Same."

Lin Zhifei was even more confused, then why Zeng Xuan didn't want him to be called Shang Lu Mintong, what a trick... He pursed his lips and thought for a while, and when he thought of something, his eyes lit up: "Brother Zeng won't surprise us, will he?"

Lu Mintong sneered and squinted at him: "What surprise?"

"I didn't know..." Lin Zhifei became bitter again, and muttered in a low voice, "If I knew, it wouldn't be a surprise."

Lu Mintong squinted his eyes, let out a sneer from his throat, and said inexplicably, "I'm afraid I should be frightened."

Lin Zhifei was stunned: "Huh?"

"I want to see what kind of medicine he sells in the gourd." After Lu Mintong finished speaking, he glanced at the other party's stunned look, and couldn't help raising his hand to press his forehead and push back hard. Under his exclamation, his voice It's as cold as winter, "Married people just have nothing to do."

Pressing his forehead with a big hand, Lin Zhifei tilted his head back slightly, almost in a posture of looking up. He stared at the ceiling and asked in bewilderment: "What? Why are you complaining about Brother Zeng?"

Lu Mintong withdrew his hand, put his right hand into the coat pocket, and sighed helplessly: "Your IQ is really eight years old?"

Lin Zhifei rubbed the back of his neck. His neck was a little sore when he looked up for a few seconds just now. He probably lowered his head to play with his mobile phone. He continued to gently rub his neck and retorted: "Of course I'm eight years old. Brother Tong, don't question me. IQ, everything in my last physical examination was normal, and there is no problem with my intelligence.”

Lu Mintong laughed: "You also tested your intelligence?"

Lin Zhifei was dumbfounded for a moment: "No... But I went to college anyway, and I still have a book."

Although because he is an art student, the admission score is not that high...

Lu Mintong raised his eyebrows and didn't speak, but everything was kept silent. After a while, Lin Zhifei surrendered and said, "Well, you are very good at your prestigious school, and your IQ must be eight years old."