Marry for a long time

Ever since the relationship was confirmed, Lin Zhifei would run to find Mr. Lu almost every day, by the way...take a look at Lu Mintong, and then by the way...hid in the room and kissed him.

That night, Lin Zhifei was pressed against the door by Lu Mintong for a kiss, and it took him a while to let go of his lips. Lin Zhifei subconsciously licked his lips, his eyes were a little confused, and he wanted to continue, but Lu Mintong directly stretched out his fingers and pressed his lips. He rubbed his lower lip lightly for a moment, and said, "Tomorrow I get off work at five o'clock, and we'll go to the hotel."

Lin Zhifei regained his consciousness, and refused in a low voice: "No, I have to treat Brother Zeng to dinner tomorrow night. It's a shame that I made it like that last time. He also meant it out of kindness." After a pause, he raised his voice and said, " Tomorrow I will make it clear to him, just say that I already have someone I like, and he will not introduce anyone to me in the future."

"If he asks who do you like?" Lu Mintong let go of him, walked to the sofa and sat down, beckoning to him, "Sit here."

Lin Zhifei obediently sat on the sofa, turned to look at Lu Mintong, and said, "I can choose to keep it a secret."

Lu Mintong sneered coldly: "That's great, he will directly ask you to take me to meet him another day."

Lin Zhifei: "..."

He swallowed nervously, stared at Lu Mintong and said cautiously: "Then, do you want to meet him?"

"It's not the time yet." Lu Mintong grabbed his hand, put it on his lips and kissed him lightly, and lowered his voice, "When we attend the happy wedding, let's tell them together."

Lin Zhifei said "Oh", thought for a while, and then said, "Okay."

Lu Mintong lowered his head and bit Lin Zhifei's index finger. His teeth gnawed on his fingertips, making him want to withdraw his hand at a loss. This kind of slight itching was too painful. It seemed that there was a small electric current coming from the fingertips. It spread all over his body in a short while, and he had to... divert his attention and asked, "Brother, why do you call Brother Sha so happy?"

As he thought, Lu Mintong let go of his fingers and said calmly, "I forgot."

Lin Zhifei: "Oh."

Lu Mintong has been called Shasha since junior high school. The time is too far away, so it is not surprising that he forgets the reason.

Lu Mintong lowered his eyes and stared at the slightly moist fingertips, and couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips. The chubby hands are quite cute, white and clean, fleshy and easy to bite.

His dark eyes sparkled with a smile, and he spoke again:

"You are much cuter."

Lin Zhifei opened his eyes in disbelief.

Almost suffocated.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm down his violent heartbeat, but he couldn't hide the hot cheeks and ear tips, so he lowered his head, stared at the sofa, and stammered, "Brother, are you calling me... ?"

"Huh?" Lu Mintong frowned and said in a deep voice, "No."

Lin Zhifei couldn't help becoming lost, and whispered "Oh", and buried his head even lower.

He felt that he was really stunned, why did he expect Lu Mintong to give him a nickname so much...Obviously everyone else despises him to death, but he is very envious, really...very unwilling.

Lu Mintong lowered his brows and eyes, vaguely feeling that the other party seemed depressed. He frowned deeper, covered his head with his big hand, rubbed it lightly, and casually raised his final voice: "You are much cuter in the first place."

These words were a temporary solution, not a root cause. Lin Zhifei was still very depressed, still lowered his head, and said sullenly, "I am Lin Zhifei."

After finishing speaking, he realized that his words seemed to be angry, and he closed his eyes, wanting to die of shame and indignation.

Lu Mintong curled the corner of his lower lip, and said unhurriedly, "You are my wife."

Lin Zhifei was stunned for a moment, raised his head to meet Lu Mintong's gaze, and explained stupidly: "Brother, I'm a man..."

Lu Mintong suppressed a smile: "I know."

Lin Zhifei opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say, after thinking for a long time, he decided to forget it, a daughter-in-law is a daughter-in-law, it doesn't matter.

He laughed dryly, resisted his shame and replied: "Hey."

It was in response to Lu Mintong calling him his wife just now.

Lu Mintong: "?"

Facing the puzzled eyes of the other party, Lin Zhifei slowly turned his face away, touched his hot cheek, and chose not to speak.

After a moment of silence, Lu Mintong leaned over and told him to move a little bit, and once he sat down, he took him over again, stretched out his fingers and pressed his face, and said with a low laugh: "My parents will be back on Friday, when you His face will suffer again."

Lin Zhifei is very related to the elders, and he is very popular with adults. When he was a child, his face was chubby, white and tender, and he had a very soft touch. He often accidentally suffered from Lu Mintong's mother's cruel hands, pinching, rubbing his cheeks, and poking his dimples. It's very light, but it's still embarrassing to be rubbed in the face in public. I thought she wouldn't be like this when he grew up, but he didn't know that his unbelievable face was still fat for ten years. Even after graduating, she pinched his face, and he was too soft to resist, so he could only silently accept the merciless ridicule of his peers present.

The annual face pinching...

Thinking of this, Lin Zhifei sighed faintly: "Is my face really that easy to pinch? Auntie seems to be addicted, the first thing she does when she sees me every year is..." He raised his hand, stretched out his finger, and poked his cheek and dimple, Then he turned his fingers and pinched it lightly, and said with a smile, "It's been a long time, Zhizhi... It's been a long time since I pinched it."

Lu Mintong paused, then reached out to him, "I'll try."

"Hey, brother, don't." Lin Zhifei hastily protected his face from being touched, and said helplessly, "If you pinch your face again, you will really relax."

Lu Mintong gently pulled his hand away, with a smile in his eyes, and asked in a low voice: "Then can I give you a kiss?"

Lin Zhifei pursed his lips, his eyes became erratic, and he said with some embarrassment: "... yes."

The next night, I had dinner with Zeng Xuan. As soon as I said that I had someone I liked, Zeng Xuan immediately asked who it was. Everything was as Lu Mintong expected. He hesitated for a long time before whispering: "Let's not talk about it. knew."

Zeng Xuan raised his brows and laughed loudly: "Are you so mysterious? It can't be Lao Lu, right?"

The potato chips that Lin Zhifei had just picked up fell back into the bowl in an instant. His body froze, his eyes were full of horror, and he shook his head violently while holding his chopsticks.

He hasn't revealed anything yet, why don't you guess so accurately!

Zeng Xuan laughed: "Brother, you are joking, look at how scared you are, you are usually very afraid of him, right?"

Lin Zhifei breathed a sigh of relief silently, continued to pick up the potato chips, and said, "I'm not really scared, I used to be quite scared, but now I'm okay, I think he's kind and considerate..."

"Old Lu is kind and considerate?" Zeng Xuan couldn't help laughing as if hearing a joke, shaking his head in disapproval, "Zhifei, you probably don't know that he fell in love with a girl last year, but that girl seems to have a crush on her." People, he hopes that they will not succeed almost every day, and he still makes this wish on his birthday this year!"

Lin Zhifei was stunned, and it took him a long time to find the voice: "... how do you know?"

"He told me about drinking once." Zeng Xuan touched his chin and fell into deep thought, "I don't know if he has given up on that girl now, but I haven't heard him mention it much now."

Lin Zhifei twitched the corners of his mouth and said vaguely: "Probably."

After eating with Zeng Xuan, he went directly to Lu Mintong, and when they met, he opened his hand to ask for something: "You give me back my meat."

Lu Mintong: "What?"

Lin Zhifei sat weakly on the chair, covered his face with his hands, and sighed: "Brother, you are really too bad."

Although the succulent he gave was not very valuable, it was a thought anyway. He never expected that when he gave a gift, the other party silently hoped that he would never catch up with Ji Huaiyuan when making a birthday wish.

Lu Mintong narrowed his eyes slightly, and he could probably guess what happened. Facing Lin Zhifei's accusation, he still looked normal, without feeling guilty at all, and wrote lightly: "I took good care of that pot of succulents. Would you like to see?"

Lin Zhifei shifted his attention, nodded: "Yes!"

Lu Mintong took him to the lobby on the second floor. There were several pots of green plants on it. He bent down, pointed at one of the pots under the bright light, and said, "Here."

Lin Zhifei knelt down to watch carefully, and he really took care of him very well.

Lu Mintong pulled out the chair and sat down leisurely, half-closed his eyes, and said in a lazy tone, "How is it?"

Lin Zhifei spared no effort to praise: "Brother, you take good care of me."

Lu Mintong raised his eyelids and glanced at him with a half-smile: "It will be better if I take care of you."

He paused, changed his voice, and asked, "Are you free tomorrow night?"

Lin Zhifei swallowed his saliva, and asked hesitantly, "You really want to do it?"

Lu Mintong asked, "You don't want to?"

"..." I really don't want to.

Lin Zhifei sighed silently, and sat beside him, with his right elbow resting on the table, tilting his head and propping his chin, with a depressed expression on his face.

He wanted to hug Lu Mintong even more, gourds are fine too... just don't do it, it hurts too much, and it's very uncomfortable after doing it, and the left and right sides don't feel right.

But the other party was obviously very happy, and has been thinking about wanting to come again.

It's not easy for him to tell Lu Mintong that he's actually not good at technology, it's too hurtful, he can't say it at all, last time Lu Mintong asked him how he was feeling, he couldn't bear to tell the truth, fearing that the other party would be hit.

but--

It was really painful, he felt that the organs in his body were going to be dislocated when the thing stabbed him.

A few days ago, he even quietly asked Qian Qian if it would hurt the first few times, but Qian Qian said that he didn't feel much pain in the first two times except for some discomfort. Maybe it was better to expand | In addition, he knew where to feel comfortable with his technical skills, so he ignored the pain. After Qian Qian finished speaking, he comforted him, telling him to persuade Lu Mintong to be more patient and lubricate, maybe it would be much better.

Lin Zhifei took a deep breath, made a decision, and said as if dying: "There is time."