Master Lu's Black Belly Milk Cake

Zhong Yi fell asleep until three o'clock in the afternoon. When he woke up, Lu Hezhang was looking at the files on the computer with his back turned to him. He must have been reading for a while.

I don't know how long he slept, but as long as he can rest for a while, Zhong Yi will be satisfied.

A little later, the waiter from the hotel actually delivered the meal. It was the same light dish, but it was obviously much more delicate than the meal in the morning. A simple dish of steamed fish can also taste rich.

While eating, Zhong Yi couldn't help sighing with a smile on his face: "Mr. Lu is too kind to me."

"It's good to give you food, and it's abuse if you don't give it?" Lu Hezhang clearly said it was a joke, but he still had a sullen face.

Zhong Yi shook his head, of course he is not superficial and happy just because of some delicious food, although there is also a small part of the reason, but most of it is because he feels Lu Hezhang's thoughtfulness.

Although there is still no progress in the relationship, if this continues, there may be love for a long time.

After eating and tidying up, Lu Hezhang wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and said to Zhong Yi, "I have something to do tonight, so I have to go this time."

He was cheeky and forced him to stay with him for a whole day, and Zhong Yi was also satisfied. He accepted it as soon as he saw it, and nodded sensiblely, "Well, Mr. Lu, I will wait here obediently for you to come back."

Lu Hezhang threw down the handkerchief, walked over and rubbed his head, "Maybe I'll be back later, a nurse will come in to give you an infusion on the way, remember to call the nurse to come in for a change as soon as the bottle is finished."

"Well, I know."

"Sleep if you're sleepy, I'll leave someone here to watch."

"Mr. Lu, come back early." Zhong Yi waved to him.

The moment he closed it, Lu Hezhang's complexion turned from sunny to cloudy, and became gloomy.

He was going to meet someone, Zhong Yi's father, Zhong Linshen.

Although he really didn't want to care about it, he was Zhong Yi's biological father after all. Legally speaking, Lu Hezhang could not prevent a father from visiting his child.

Zhong Linshen booked a high-end western restaurant and made an appointment to meet Lu Hezhang there. He waited for about an hour before Lu Hezhang arrived late.

Three years have passed, and this man has accumulated a calm temperament, which is stronger than when Zhongyi was first delivered to him.

Every time the expensive custom-made leather shoes stepped on the cashmere carpet, there was a dull sound of footsteps. Lu Hezhang slowly appeared in front of Zhong Linshen with a tense rhythm.

He raised a finger behind him, and the few people who followed him immediately retreated respectfully and guarded the door.

The weather was hot, Lu Hezhang only wore a shirt without a tie, and two buttons were unbuttoned.But even this casual attire doesn't lessen the oppressiveness he brings.

Zhong Linshen graciously opened the seat for him, and said respectfully, "Master Lu, sit down."

Lu Hezhang glanced at him, and received such a great gift safely.

More than half of the dishes were served, but Lu Hezhang's trip was not for eating. He raised the goblet in front of him and shook it gently in his hand, but he didn't intend to drink.

Of course, Zhong Linshen couldn't bear it either. He carefully studied Lu Hezhang's expression, and waited until the time seemed to be almost there before asking, "Master Lu, is Xiaoyi still obedient recently?"

In Zhong Linshen's understanding, Zhong Yi was with Lu Hezhang, who was acting as a mistress, or to put it more harshly, a pet.

Lu Hezhang knew his purpose from the very beginning, but he was not in a hurry to defend himself, and said softly: "It's not your turn to ask about his affairs now."