Idols are duplicity every day [Entertainment]

When Bian Xinghuo was making scallion noodles in the kitchen, Lu Jiaxi felt hungry after smelling it.

He floated in once, his big eyes pretended to glance at the noodles in the pot inadvertently, he pretended to open the refrigerator, took a bag of jelly and sucked it out.

When Bian Xinghuo went out with two bowls of noodles, Lu Jiaxi was lying on the sofa and reading a script.

He was sucking jelly in his mouth, his cheeks were bulging, like a little hamster stealing food.

Hearing the sound, he put down the script and walked to the dining table.

The sucking jelly was sucked dry, and Lu Jiaxi casually threw the body into the trash can beside the table.

Two bowls of noodles, one more and one less, did not sprinkle chopped green onion.

The noodles are topped with special shredded pork, and a stewed egg is placed next to the shredded pork, which looks delicious.

As soon as Lu Jiaxi sat down, the extra bowl was pushed in front of him.

Then Bian Xinghuo sat down opposite him, didn't move, just looked at him as if waiting for him to move his chopsticks first.

Lu Jiaxi didn't even move his chopsticks, his gaze went back and forth twice between the two bowls of noodles, then he looked at Bian Xinghuo and asked, "Would you like to take a picture?"

Before Bian Xinghuo could react, he heard him say again: "My strength proves how much I abused my assistant."

Bian Xinghuo was taken aback for a moment, then couldn't help laughing.

The face in front of him was changed by a pair of fair hands, Lu Jiaxi picked up the chopsticks and said in disgust, "Look at your skinny appearance, if you don't know, you think I don't even have the money to feed the assistant."

After speaking, he ate the less noodles in front of him without giving the other party a chance to regret it.

Bian Xinghuo looked at the young man's cheeks filled with noodles, and then the young man's beautiful eyes narrowed, as if to express his approval for the food.

He lowered his head and glanced at the obviously raised face in front of him, a little water ripple appeared in the dark eyes covered by the glasses, and the ripple was gradually swallowed up by a crazily surging emotion, and then disappeared in the depths of the dark eyes film.

Bian Xinghuo picked up his chopsticks and pushed his glasses, and said warmly, "Thank you, Mr. Lu."

Lu Jiaxi mumbled while eating, "Don't do this with me."

The room fell silent, only the sound of eating noodles was left for a while.

Suddenly the cell phone rang, and the two people at the dining table were taken aback.

After the ring rang for a while, Lu Jiaxi reluctantly took out the phone, saw the note on it, frowned, and finally picked it up.

"Grandma." The young man said in a cute voice.

He had unswallowed noodles in his mouth, but his voice was crunchy, a bit like a child's.

Bian Xinghuo stopped eating and looked at him.

I saw the young man on the opposite side holding the phone in one hand, and stirring the noodles with chopsticks in the other hand, stirring it round and round.

An old voice rang from the phone: "Xi Xi, grandma didn't expect your mother to come back suddenly, you...have you eaten? Don't be hungry."

"I'm eating." Lu Jiaxi responded, as if wanting the old man to rest assured, so he took another bite of noodles and ate.

"It's good to be eating, your mother is also walking back and forth, if you are free, come back anytime." The old man said, sighing, "It's been so many years, you are mother and son, you should be as angry as you are. about there."

Lu Jiaxi stopped stirring the noodles, he lowered his eyes, and was silent for a while before speaking: "I'm not angry with her, she is angry with me."

"Hey, your mother is also stubborn. She has always had this stubborn temper. It has been more than ten years and she still can't figure it out. She just vented her anger on the child well. Forget it. Let's not talk about these things. It will be more than a year later." It's the Mid-Autumn Festival, so what kind of mooncakes do you want to eat, grandma will prepare them for you early, and make more for you this year."

"Egg yolk bean paste." Lu Jiaxi picked up the chopsticks again and continued to stir the noodles.

"We haven't changed our taste for so many years. Well, grandma will make you more this year, so you can eat well, and grandma won't bother you. Should you eat at home or outside? You won't eat takeaway again, will you?" ?”

"No, at home, I hired a personal assistant."

"That's good. The house is clean. Eat less takeaway. I saw you lost weight today."

The old man muttered a few more words before Lu Jiaxi hung up the phone.

Bian Xinghuo on the opposite side had finished eating the noodles and was getting up to clear away the dishes.

Lu Jiaxi finished the plate in two bites.

The dishes were cleared away by Bian Xinghuo, and Lu Jiaxi followed into the kitchen to get another jelly.

Bian Xinghuo put the plate into the sink, and glanced at Lu Jiaxi who had already got the suction jelly and was about to go out.

"Mr. Lu, it's easy to get stomach upset after eating cold."

Lu Jiaxi turned her head to look at him, frowning and looking a little unhappy.

Bian Xinghuo smiled warmly and said: "You can wait for half an hour before drinking. I just prepared some clear soup to relieve the tiredness after meals. Can I serve it to Mr. Lu?"

Lu Jiaxi glanced into his pot, but stopped opening the jelly. After a while, he let out an "oh" and went out.

After Bian Xinghuo finished washing the dishes, Lu Jiaxi asked him to put bath water for himself.

After waiting for Xinghuo to enter for two or three minutes, Lu Jiaxi took the script and entered the bathroom.

Seeing that the water was almost filled, he put the script on the small table above the bathtub, and started to take off his clothes without caring whether Bian Xinghuo was there or not.

When Bian Xinghuo turned his head after draining the water, Lu Jiaxi had already taken off his shirt.

The young man was as white as a porcelain doll coming out of a painting, with a well-proportioned figure, and a faint six-pack abs could be seen on his upper body.

Bian Xinghuo's eyes only stayed on Lu Jiaxi for a moment, and when he saw that he was about to take off his pants again, he immediately looked away, got up and said, "Mr. Lu, I'm going out first."

"Wait a minute." Lu Jiaxi called people to stop.

He took off his pants and put them aside, leaving only a pair of shorts to look at Xinghuo: "You don't need to go out, give me a massage."

Bian Xinghuo's gaze wandered around Lu Jiaxi's body, and he felt that the bathroom should be turned on some air-conditioning.