Master Lu's Black Belly Milk Cake

One morning, Zhong Yi wanted to order flowers again, but when she turned on her phone, she found that all the flower shops in the city had closed down overnight.

No need to ask, who else can do this except Lu Hezhang.

Zhong Yi licked his lips, and entered the words "afternoon tea" in the search bar of the delivery software.

……

Lu Hezhang thought that after reaching this level, Zhong Yi would be able to calm down, but the truth is, Zhong Yi can be troubled far more than he thought.

It was five o'clock in the afternoon again, and the front desk of the company received a takeaway, and the contact person written on it was Lu Hezhang.

The receptionist thought it was Lu Hezhang's own takeaway order, so he called the office, and the cake was placed in front of Lu Hezhang.

Lu Hezhang raised his head from the document, saw the delicate cake, and almost bent his pen again in annoyance.

"Who told you to bring it in?" he asked the assistant.

The assistant was startled, "Didn't you order this? I just... just took it in."

Lu Hezhang didn't even look at it, he just swept the piece of cake into the trash can, and said sharply: "Next time, you can go directly to the finance department to pay your salary."

Blame him for underestimating Zhong Yi in the past, thinking that he was obedient and obedient, completely forgetting how he was not afraid of people when they first met, and he had the courage to talk back to him.

The assistant sweated for himself. Although he didn't know the current situation of Mr. Xiao Zhong and the president, but for the sake of his own future, he felt that it was necessary to contact Mr. Xiao Zhong.

He quietly sent a message to Zhong Yi: Mr. Xiao Zhong, our president got angry again today, please stop sending things over.

Zhong Yi replied to him: [Okay. 】

On the second day, at five o'clock, Lu Hezhang stared at the door of the office reflexively, making sure that no one wanted to bring anything in this time.

He even took the initiative to call the front desk to ask if anyone would send him something today.

The front desk replied that there was no, but Lu Hezhang couldn't believe it.

He went downstairs to check it himself. When he walked to the lobby, several staff members passed by and saw him, and said with a smile on his face, "Thank you, Mr. Lu, for today's afternoon tea."

Lu Hezhang: "...Assistant, go to the fifth floor."

The fifth floor is where most people work. When they saw Lu Hezhang coming, everyone said in unison: "Thank you, Mr. Lu, for the afternoon tea!"

Everyone, on every desk, has a piece of delicate cake and a cup of milk tea.

Very good, he didn't even have milk tea yesterday.

Zhong Yi is really willing to spend money.

Lu Hezhang left a sentence, "All work overtime today", turned and left, leaving behind a room full of complaining staff.

He couldn't bear it anymore, and sent a message to Zhong Yi: [This kind of boring trick, once or twice is enough. 】

Zhong Yi didn't reply him.

Zhong Yi didn't reply to him!

Looking at the screen of the phone, Lu Hezhang suddenly realized that during this period of time, his emotions really wanted to be controlled by this kid, and he was forced to be irritable by his nonsense.

This state is quite dangerous.

He was determined not to bother with Zhongyi's little tricks, and left the matter to his assistant - no matter what Zhongyi sent after that, the only end would be the trash can.

On the first day, Zhong Yi delivered dessert as usual, but was thrown into the trash can by the assistant.

The next day, it was still a small cake, served in the same trash can.

On the third day, instead of a small cake, it turned into a fruit platter with a note on it: stay up late less and eat more fruit.

The assistant thought about it, but still didn't dare to bring it in front of the president, so he quietly put it in his bag and planned to take it home to eat by himself.

I couldn't put the cake in the bag a few days ago, and I felt so sorry for him. Today's expensive fruit can't be wasted!

So the fruit in the next few days went into the assistant's stomach.

After eating for several days, he was used to it, which directly caused his heart to be empty when no one brought fruit in the next few days.

Then he made a slip of the tongue and complained in front of the president: "Mr. Xiao Zhong hasn't delivered anything for several days."

Lu Hezhang's writing hand paused.

"He didn't send it?" Lu Hezhang asked casually.

The assistant nodded, "It's been almost four days."

Originally, Lu Hezhang should feel relaxed, but for some reason, the fire in his heart became more and more intense.

Like what does this mean?give up?Or are you playing hard to get?

Sure enough, things didn't break for a few days, and then came again.

This time it was neither fruit nor cake.

It is a bunch of fresh roses with drops of water. It looks like it has just been picked. The branches and leaves have been carefully trimmed, and there are stars dotted in it. Even the pattern on the paper wrapping the flowers is hand drawn.

Lu Hezhang stopped the assistant before he was about to throw it into the trash can, and noticed the card on it sharply.

It is Zhongyi's handwriting, with roses drawn in colored pencils on the front and thin gold pen writing on the back:

Mr. Lu, you have bought all the flower shops in the city, so I have no choice but to open one myself.

Don't worry, I used my own money from selling paintings. I sold dozens of paintings to make up the funds.

Because it is the only flower shop in the city, the business has been very good in the past few days since it opened, so I only have time to send you a bouquet today.

like it.

The assistant asked cautiously from the side: "Do you still need to throw it away for you?"

Lu Hezhang said, "No."

"Find a vase and put it in."

……

Lu Hezhang hasn't left work before six o'clock for a long time, and today is the first time in recent years.

As soon as he got in the car, he immediately went straight upstairs aggressively, heading for the room he liked.

When the door was pushed open, Zhong Yi was drawing with a palette in his hand, when he saw Lu Hezhang coming in, he smiled slightly, "Mr. Lu, you are back."

Lu Hezhang snatched the palette from his hand, he had already lost all his gentlemanly demeanor, he smashed the palette hard on the floor, and the remaining paint on it scattered all over the floor.

Zhong Yi glanced sideways at the tragic death of his palette, and muttered, "That's a new palette I just bought, and it's the first time I'm using it."

Lu Hezhang roared: "Don't change the subject."

He grabbed Zhong Yi's chin, and although he felt distressed for a second because of his thinner face the moment he pinched it, the words he uttered were still aggressive.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Zhong Yi said innocently: "I want to pursue you."

Lu Hezhang smiled disdainfully, "You want to pursue me? Just rely on your childish methods?"

"I don't know how to chase people!" Zhong Yi grabbed both sides of his palms with both hands, and all the grievances broke out at this moment, "I just followed you, and all my thoughts followed you. How can I have any experience in chasing people? You Do you think I'm like you, a smile can make others miss you for a long time?"

Lu Hezhang couldn't hold back his emotions, "So, you played the game of playing hard to get, over and over again, just wanting to see how I left my work because of your broken flowers and ran home to quarrel with you ?”

"Then you're fucking teaching me! How can I let others think about it all day long without doing anything?"

"Didn't you fucking do it now?!"

As soon as the words came out, both of them froze.

Lu Hezhang let go of his hand suddenly, turned around, his voice suddenly became cold, and added to himself: "I'm so angry with you now, I can't do anything."

Zhong Yi smiled darkly behind his back, "Are the flowers beautiful? I cut them myself."