The ex-boyfriend who pretended to be good has really become good

"Xinghe?" Dean Ye raised his head from the computer, his presbyopic glasses were placed under the bridge of his nose, and he looked up at Lu Xinghe sitting opposite him, who was distracted. He tapped the table with his index finger and emphasized his tone, "Lu Xinghe."

"!" Lu Xinghe's gaze shifted from the dark sky outside the window back to Dean Ye's face, before he could keep up with his empty thoughts, he asked blankly, "What's wrong, teacher."

"What are you thinking about? I was distracted early in the morning." Dean Ye frowned and looked at Lu Xinghe's unhappy face, and asked with concern: "Your face is so ugly, didn't you sleep well? Are you feeling unwell?"

Lu Xinghe shook his head, took off his glasses and took a tissue on the table to wipe the lenses.

"Maybe it's because I didn't sleep well." He put his glasses back on, and his light eyes were a little dark.He unconsciously pressed his chest, which had been suffocated all morning, and attributed these reasons to the dark and oppressive weather in November.

"Hey, young people stay up late relying on their good health. You'll know when you get old, don't take your body seriously." Dean Ye pushed the reading glasses up and nagged.

"You're still young, I'm already middle-aged." Lu Xinghe laughed.

"Why aren't you young anymore? Compared with my old bones, isn't it very young?" Dean Ye scolded Lu Xinghe with a straight face, "I won't approve your resignation application, and I won't hand it in to the school. Immediately I'm about to become a professor, why resign? Nonsense!"

"The teacher is saying that the title of professor must be mine." Lu Xinghe smiled, "Isn't there Associate Professor Zhong with him? I can't compare to him in terms of qualifications."

Dean Ye snorted, "I don't know what's going on with the students I bring out? Don't think too much, just work hard."

"Teacher, you misunderstood, I didn't want to resign because of this." Seeing that Dean Ye was angry, Lu Xinghe quickly coaxed: "Isn't my dad old enough to retire? I'll go back and help him."

"Nonsense!" Dean Ye almost slapped the table with an angry look on his face, "Lu Rong won't be here..." After a pause, he looked at Lu Xinghe angrily and asked, "How old is Lu Rong?"

"57." Lu Xinghe quickly answered.

"I'm only 57 years old, and I'm not even under the stipulated retirement age. I'm already 70 old man, and I'm still working. Let Lu Rong survive for a few more years."

"Going back to sell jewelry with all your knowledge? A waste of talent." Dean Ye was heartbroken.

"Teacher, you praise me too much. What kind of knowledge do I have?" Lu Xinghe smiled helplessly. His teacher is good everywhere, but just like his father, he always thinks too highly of him.

"Why did you praise you? The old man taught it himself, and I don't know how much you weigh?" Dean Ye looked at the proud disciple opposite him, his expression was full of pride.

He folded the resignation application on the desktop a few times, opened the drawer and threw it in.

"Next year, the old man will be in charge of digging the tomb of the Regent of Da'an. If you resign at this time, won't the years of specialization in Da'an history be wasted?" Dean Ye's meaning is very clear, he will definitely bring Lu Xinghe to the field together.

Lu Xinghe was taken aback, and looked at Dean Ye suspiciously, "The Regent of Da'an? The regent from the end of the Yuanhe period through the Xuanwen period."

"Yes, there is only one regent in the history of Da'an. Who studies the history of Da'an and doesn't want to dig his tomb himself? At this time, you want to resign? Do you plan to regret it for the rest of your life?" Dean Ye threatened and lured, and the old god leaned on the ground Looking at Lu Xinghe from the back of the chair.

Lu Xinghe lowered his head silently, he took off his glasses, and pinched the space between his brows.With such a big carrot in front of him, he really couldn't just resign as soon as he said it. He promised Duanmujin, so he could only back down later.

Thinking of Duanmujin, Lu Xinghe's mood cleared because of the regent's tomb, turned cloudy again, just like the dark sky outside the window.

"Are you still resigning?" Seeing that Lu Xinghe's expression was loose, Dean Ye asked again in a pretentious manner.

"No." Lu Xinghe sighed and said with a smile.

"Okay, I've handled the resignation application for you, so go ahead and do what you need to do." Dean Ye waved his hand away.

After Lu Xinghe came out of Dean Ye's office, he took out his mobile phone from the pocket of his wool coat, and pressed the screen, only the date and time and the screen saver of Duanmujin hugging Erha.

Not a single message.

Lu Xinghe pursed his thin lips tightly, and put the phone back into his pocket.He didn't know what went wrong, it started in November.No, it should be the end of October, and the information gradually decreases almost all the time, and now it is good to have one or two a day.

He thought it was because Duanmujin was bored, and when he made a draft in his stomach and wanted to talk to him.But Duanmujin stuck to him as usual, smiling at him, acting like a baby to him, not showing any indifference.

The planned conversation was swallowed by Lu Xinghe again and again.

Lu Xinghe rubbed the center of his brows wearily, he always thought it was because he was too suspicious and liked to think wildly.After all, Duanmujin had to go back to the company, so he didn't have so much time to cling to himself.

He tried to be more considerate, pampering, and pampering Duanmujin, thinking that it would not be easy to find a person who is compatible with each other, and don't end badly because of some minor problems.

Lu Xinghe opened the door and sat in the car. He didn't turn on the ignition immediately, but stared blankly at the gloomy and dark sky.

His right hand pressed the left chest meaninglessly, under the sternum was a fragile heart.

There will be heavy snow tomorrow, he thought.

Duanmujin, who made Lu Xinghe miss him, was listening to music on the sofa with Erha in his arms, and there was a star-shaped bluetooth speaker on the coffee table.

Lu Xinghe's family didn't have these things, not even a piano or violin.

Lu Xinghe doesn't know any musical instruments, he is only interested in listening, not in learning.

This speaker was specially customized by Duanmujin after he moved in. This little star shining with soft blue light was designed by Duanmujin himself.

"Buzzing." The mobile phone beside him vibrated wildly, Duanmujin opened his eyes with a "shua!", and took the mobile phone with joy, but it turned out to be a bunch of messages.

"Tsk!" He frowned irritably, attracting Erha's curious gaze.

"It's okay, sleep with you." Duanmujin pressed Erha's big head back to his chest, and flipped through the group news. It was the group of second-generation ancestors he used to hang out who made an appointment to go clubbing at night.

[I have something to do, don't go. 】

Duanmu Jingang pointed to send, pursed his thin lips, and pressed the lock screen button.He looked up at the gorgeous chandelier on the ceiling, the emotion in his blue-gray eyes was hard to distinguish.

Duanmujin counted the time Lu Xinghe had been together, and realized that it had already been three months, not counting the time he was pursuing.

too long.Duanmu's golden, blue and gray eyes turned dark. According to his habit, he should withdraw and leave at this time, leaving Lu Xinghe a card to end the game.

However, he was damned reluctant to part with this gentle old man who was responsive to him.

"Ah!" Duanmujin turned over, buried his face in the sofa, and frantically rubbed his long brown curly hair with both hands.

His own hair color is brown. After seeing it, Lu Xinghe said that it looks very caramel-like in color, so he didn't dye it into ginger.

Erha was frightened by Duanmujin, and the whole big dog jumped onto the carpet, barking "Wow, woof!"

"Shut up, silly dog." Duanmujin raised his head, picked up his phone, deleted the line, typed it, turned over and sat up.

Erha rolled his eyes at Duanmujin, "Wow!" and gave Duanmujin a fluffy ass.

Duanmujin quit the group, opened Lu Xinghe's Guangxin at the top, just typed, then deleted everything, thought about it and typed a few more words, finally gritted his teeth, and quit.

It's just a friend of fire, why does he have to tell the old man everything?

Duanmujin ran up to the cloakroom on the second floor, took out a loose black sweater with long black hair, and put it on.

Under Lu Xinghe's education, Duanmujin, who was used to wearing a vest underneath, felt a little chilly.

He pulled out a black vest and put it on. When he put on the sweater again, he felt very warm from the front to the back.When he plunged headlong into the closet, he felt something was wrong again.

Why did he listen to Lu Xinghe so much?He went to a nightclub to play, what do you call a vest?The little boy wanted to touch his abs, but ended up with a vest?Still laugh at him to death?

Duanmujin put his hands on the hem of the sweater, took off the sweater, and when he was about to take off his vest, he couldn't bear it.

He sat on the S-row sofa in the middle, looking at the closet filled with his and Lu Xinghe's clothes intertwined, a sense of guilt rose in his heart.

He already has Lu Xinghe, how can he still go to nightclubs?This is too sorry for Lu Xinghe.

However, how could he overturn his car because of an old man after he lingered in the flowers all these years?Duanmujin lowered his head, his eyes were full of struggle.

He didn't like Lu Xinghe!He didn't love Lu Xinghe!The thing about love is too ridiculous!Do happy things with all lovers, this is Duanmujin!

Duanmujin nodded vigorously, as if to encourage himself.He took off his vest, crumpled it into a ball, threw it back, put on a sweater and a white trench coat that reached to his thighs, and went into the garage without looking back.

Soon, an orange Lamborghini came out of Lanting Bieyuan.

The orange Lamborghini almost brushes shoulders with the gray Cayenne.Lu Xinghe frowned, he remembered that Duanmujin also had a trot of this color.

When Duanmu Jinkai came back, he deliberately took him to Nanshan for a drive.He said once in a while that he didn't like this color scheme very much, so Duanmujin didn't drive it again, but put it in the garage to accumulate dust.

A bad premonition suddenly surged in Lu Xinghe's heart. After the car was parked, he entered the house without carrying the fish and ribs he bought in the trunk.

Lu Xinghe stood in the entrance, the heat from the floor warmed his face, his glasses were fogged up, and he vaguely saw Erha wagging his tail and running over to rub his trousers.

The clock in the living room rang "dangdangdang", and after six chimes, Lu Xinghe opened his pale lips.

"Ah..." The voice was low and hoarse, as if it had been sanded.Lu Xinghe himself was startled, he cleared his throat, and spoke again.

"Ajin, I'm back and bought fish and ribs."

The room was silent, no one responded.Lu Xinghe waited until the frost on the glasses disappeared, then smiled slowly, that smile was a little pale and weak.

[The author has something to say: Thank you big brother Xingyu for the big red envelope, hugs, hugs, hugs!Thank you for collecting, recommending, and the cuties of the monthly pass~Fancy refill~

Duanmu Xiaojin is starting to play tricks, cuties, don’t you give encouragement to such Xiaojin with recommendation tickets and monthly tickets~]