Master Lu's Black Belly Milk Cake

At about five o'clock, Zhong Yi came back by bike, parked the car in the garage and took off the wireless headphones.

Because I met Lu Hezhang several times recently and talked a lot with him, Zhong Yi was in a good mood, and even walked in the door humming a song along the way.

Lu Hezhang probably won't come back today, and Zhong Yi changed the place of eating to the bedroom. When Lu Hezhang is away, he doesn't want to follow the rules at all, and he likes to mess around according to his mood.

Dinner is fried chicken with Coke. The maids at home are better than those outside. The fried chicken is crispy and juicy. When you take a bite, there is a "squeaky" sound, and the fried clothes fall off.

Zhong Yi caught the crumbs with a plate, lay down on the bed and made a video call while eating.

The person on the other side of the phone connected quickly, and compared to three years ago, the childishness between his brows and eyes was weakened, and a faint... wave was added.

It was noon on Lu Qiao's side, and she was also eating.

"Coincidentally," Lu Qiao smiled and took out a fried chicken leg, "I'm eating fried chicken too."

So both of them raised the fried chicken in their hands to the screen, symbolically fucked a chicken.

"Hey, how are you doing with the person you like recently?" Lu Qiao chewed and gossiped.

Zhong Yi felt guilty for a while. A long time ago, he accidentally mentioned that he may have fallen in love with a man. Unexpectedly, Lu Qiao took it to heart, and chased him every time he called.

If Lu Qiao knew that Zhong Yi liked his unkind cousin...

After the incident happened that year, Lu Qiao's family moved to country Y to avoid being involved. To this day, Lu Qiao still feels guilty because he didn't help Zhong Yi at that time. I almost tore up my visa.

Even if Lu Qiao later knew how Lu Hezhang didn't like Zhong Yi, the psychological shadow still couldn't be eliminated for a while.

"That's it," Zhong Yi sighed, "Don't ask, I feel hopeless."

"Didn't you say that he took the initiative to talk to you recently?"

"When it's not busy, but now it seems to be busy again."

Lu Hezhang is really too busy, too busy to pay attention to the decorations at home.

"Don't be so discouraged," Lu Qiao blinked her eyes, "Chasing people is just a shame, look how many times I have been rejected by my teacher, and I haven't given up."

Zhong Yi was amused by him, and cursed with a smile: "You are not afraid that the teacher will prevent you from graduating in the end."

"Let's not talk about this, I recently opened a new article, please help me read it."

Said that Lu Qing sent a document over there.

Although Lu Qiao was abroad, she cared about the development of the domestic Tanmei literary circle, but now she is a well-known author. Every time she opens a new article, she has to show it to Zhong Yi and ask him to help revise it.

Perhaps the arts are all connected, and with Zhong Yi's own understanding of aesthetics, he can really put forward some pertinent suggestions for revision.

After the video hung up, Zhong Yi clicked on the document to read it.

After just a glance, Zhong Yi closed the page in embarrassment, blushing and typing: 【What's the matter with you?How did you start writing this? 】

Lu Qiao: [This book is intended to be published abroad, so foreigners are fine with it. 】

Zhong Yi barely held back his shame, and tried his best to examine this article with an artistic eye. He found that apart from the content that is not suitable for children, the delicate emotional lines in the article are actually very moving.

He tried his best to skip the erotic scenes, and only looked at the emotional line, and helped Lu Qiao mark some revisions next to the original text.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Zhong Yi stretched a lot, and finally finished the notes of these tens of thousands of words. He browsed through from beginning to end to make sure there were no mistakes or omissions, and then clicked to save.

After staring at the screen for several hours, Zhong Yi's eyes were a little sore, and he was also a little sleepy. While rubbing his eyes, he sent the file to Lu Qiao and closed the computer.

The dishes on the bed hadn't been taken away yet, Zhong Yi took the dishes down and washed them himself while the maid didn't notice.

In the end, Aunt Wu, who worked the longest here, found out. She stopped what she was doing and said helplessly, "Master, how can your drawing hand be used for such rough work?"

Zhong Yi opened the refrigerator and poured a glass of ice water, then smiled lightly and said, "It's okay, I will always get used to doing these things in the future."

"You don't have to worry about following Mr. Lu..." Aunt Wu stopped talking as she spoke.

Zhong Yi knew what she wanted to say, do you still have to worry about doing housework by yourself after following Lu Hezhang?

But even an outsider knows that Zhong Yi follows Lu Hezhang so unclearly that there is no guarantee for the future at all.

In what capacity is Lu Hezhang taking him in, elder?brother?still……

Zhong Yi hadn't thought about this question for three years.

But when Zhong Yi drank the ice water, another word popped up in his mind.

Child bride.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Zhong Yi was so startled by his own thoughts that he choked on water.

But as soon as these three words appeared in his mind, they haunted him like a curse, making him feel hot, making him unable to suppress his blushing and heartbeat even when drinking ice water.

But then he hit himself again, wondering how such a thing was possible.

In the end, all the thoughts of should or shouldn't be turned into a sigh, and they were stepped on as Zhong Yi went upstairs.

Lying back on the bed and turning on his phone, Zhong Yi realized that Lu Qiao had sent him a message a few minutes ago: [?Haven't changed it yet?】

ah?Didn't you just send it to him?

Zhong Yi sat up suddenly, and discovered something extraordinary.

He sent the document to the wrong person just now.

Lu Qiao, Lu Hezhang, the difference between the two characters made him misread it!

He... sent Lu Hezhang the little Huangwen that he wrote and polished...