time is late

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Cheng Xun made some croquettes and served them with tomato sauce. They were crispy, delicious and delicious.

It is also one of his hobbies to ponder food according to online tutorials.

It's also cooking instant noodles, but what he makes is better than Lu Xingshu's. He will cut a tomato and cook it, and he will make a few dumplings.

It sounds a little dark, but it actually tastes pretty good.

In fact, he doesn't spend time in the kitchen every day thinking about food. Sometimes his part-time job is too busy and his time is not stable, so he just eats rice ball sandwiches at will.Most of the time it is still settled in the school cafeteria, after all, it is high quality and low price.

He only wants to do something when the two of them are free and tired of being together.

He knows exactly what Lu Xingshu likes to eat and what he dislikes. This guy loves sweets, and among the vegetables he hates carrots the most, but he doesn't care about other foods.

What Cheng Xun hated the most was coriander.

Later, looking for a suitable opportunity, Cheng Xun still told Lu Xingshu about his mother.

Just looking at the few documents, he can only get a glimpse of one or two, but he can also make a guess.

"...Anyway, she's not here anymore, and the Cheng family has nothing to do with me." Cheng Xun hugged a Shiba Inu pillow, with a calm expression on his face, "They hate me, and I hate them too, just right."

Lu Xingshu knew that although Cheng Xun didn't say it, in fact, he had looked forward to relatives he had never met, even if those people had ruthlessly abandoned him.

No one thought it would turn out like this.

Lu Xingshu was not very good at comforting people, he stretched out his hand to hug Cheng Xun into his arms, and kneaded the back of his neck soothingly.

Fair, slender and fragile.

"Don't worry." He kissed his forehead and lowered his voice, "I'll find time to tell grandma about our affairs."

Cheng Xun was taken aback when he heard the words, and immediately raised his eyes to stare at him and shook his head to retort: ​​"That's not okay."

Lu Xingshu looked at him very calmly, as if he had already made a decision: "I have to say... I just want to be with you, so I have to tell her."

"But," Cheng Xun hesitated, "Can grandma accept it?"

Even after coming to S city to go to university and getting to know a lot, I also learned that the attitude of the outside world towards these things has long been open and tolerant, but in a place like County C, the older generation still has certain concepts deeply ingrained.

Lu Xingshu pinched his cheek and said, "Take your time."

Cheng Xun leaned forward, buried his face in his shoulder, and hummed softly.

"If grandma agrees, we will," Lu Xingshu whispered next to Cheng Xun's ear, his tone was extremely gentle, "How about getting married?"

"Cough..." Cheng Xun put his hand on his shoulder and almost coughed so hard that he couldn't find it.

"You—" Cheng Xun pressed his heart, and his cat eyes were full of shock, "You want to be married before you graduate from university."

Lu Xingshu pursed his lips, his jaw stretched into a line, and he always had a serious expression on his indifferent face: "Well, I think so."

Cheng Xun couldn't help blushing, turned his face away hesitantly, and said in a low voice, "No, don't worry."

Lu Xingshu picked him up by the waist, went all the way back to the bedroom, and then pulled out a ring box from the depth of the bedside table.

Cheng Xun: "?"

He asked suspiciously: "When did you buy it, why don't I know."

There is a pair of men's rings in the dark blue ring box. The style is simple but it doesn't look cheap.

"I originally wanted to wait for grandma's consent before taking it out." Lu Xingshu seemed to see what Cheng Xun was thinking.

Cheng Xun smiled at him, his eyes slightly curved: "Cough, is it possible that you are asking for marriage now?"

Lu Xingshu did not deny it.

He put the ring on Cheng Xun's ring finger. The boy's fingers are long and beautiful, and wearing the ring looks even more beautiful.

"I'm only in my sophomore year, so I'm stuck with you." Cheng Xun deliberately said a witty remark, but he didn't know how happy he was.

One day he and Lu Xingshu would be able to put on the pair of rings and walk down the street holding hands.

Like many, many couples.

Cheng Xun found a thin black leather rope and hung the ring around his neck.

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This winter has been exceptionally cold. City S, which hadn't seen snow for many years, actually had several heavy snowfalls.

The playground was covered with heavy snow, and there was a vast expanse of white snow. From time to time, there were people playing snowball fights there in twos and threes.

Wrapped in a down jacket, Cheng Xun kept yawning, but he didn't want to join in the fun.

He caught a cold very sadly, and he was sleepy and tired and coughed non-stop.

He was in a bad mood, even though he knew there was a new message on his phone, he didn't bother to read it. He slept for a while, but his phone started to vibrate non-stop.

Cheng Xun rubbed his face, looked at the strange number on the caller ID, and answered the phone with a somewhat impatient tone.

"Hello...who is it?"

Then a slightly familiar voice on the phone said a lot, Cheng Xun's head was buzzing, and his tinnitus was a little bit ringing because of illness, and he felt that he didn't hear clearly.

This person's voice is a little familiar, I always feel that I have heard it somewhere.

Cheng Xun pressed his temple, and finally replied indifferently: "I'm not interested."

As decisive as hanging up on a junk call.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Cheng Xun picked up his schoolbag and walked out of the classroom. The number still called persistently, working harder than usual spam sales calls.

Cheng Xun finally answered the phone, but he couldn't wait to say something before he could speak.

"Your father wants to see you."

Cheng Xun froze in place and didn't say anything for a long time.

It wasn't until the other side of the phone started talking to himself again, that he finally heard a few words on the way back.

It turned out that his father, the turtle bastard, still remembered that he was such a famous person.

Magic.

Cheng Xun snorted coldly, and refused coldly: "How do I know whether what you said is true or not? Could it be that any piece of char siew came out and said he was my father, so I got to see him?"

What he said was very blunt, with a hint of resentment in it.

Cheng Xun was more upset by the existence of this so-called father than his own mother.

The other end of the phone paused for two seconds and said, "There is a DNA test to prove it."

"Huh?" Cheng Xun was inexplicably angry, and then felt speechless for a while. Could it be that someone had stolen his blood for a test before he knew it?

Cheng Xun had originally made up his mind that even if the Heavenly King Lao Tzu came, he would not be there, but a person's name was suddenly mentioned over there.

He held his phone in silence for a long while, and finally agreed to go to the appointment.

They have never found a suitable opportunity to tell grandma.

Lu Xingshu mentioned a little bit, but what he said was too cryptic, Grandma didn't seem to hear the implication at all.

The busyness of schoolwork and work, big and small things, caused this matter to be slowly put on hold.

As a result, until now, it has become a handle for being threatened.

Cheng Xun lied to Lu Xingshu that Xie Qiubai asked him out for dinner at night, and talked with Xie Qiubai to help make up the lie.

Lu Xingshu didn't think too much, just told him to be careful.

After Cheng Xun left the community as agreed, he got into a private car at a bus stop.

It seemed expensive, even if he didn't know much about cars.

He was clearly sitting in a luxury car, but Cheng Xun had the illusion that the car was going to a slaughterhouse.

He shook his goosebumps from the chills, feeling speechless at his rich imagination.

The driver is the driver, and the man sitting in the co-pilot is the man in the suit I have seen before.

According to himself, he was one of Cheng Xun's father's assistants.

Male secretary?Cheng Xun looked out the window in a daze, thinking absently.

The car slowly drove into a villa area in the middle of the mountain.

Cheng Xun stood in front of a large three-story villa. The villa was surrounded by gardens, and the privacy was well protected.

He didn't want to go in, it felt like he was about to step into a world that was incompatible with him, and the anxiety and fear were about to overflow.

Although there was still no expression on his face, he pretended to be calm.

Cheng Xun followed Liuqiu, the assistant, into the villa.

The room is very clean, with a fresh scent of flowers after the rain, too clean and white, it doesn't look like someone lives there all the time.

Cheng Xun was not in the mood to look at these things, and walked to the study with his eyes downcast along the way.

As long as you open the door, you can see the so-called father.

Cheng Xun pursed his lips and walked in anyway.

Not bald or fat, a handsome middle-aged man with the aura of a successful person all over his body.

The eyes looking at Cheng Xun were indifferent, with a little imperceptible disdain, a condescending superior.

Cheng Xun glared at him not to be outdone, but his gentle and harmless appearance showed that he always lacked the aura of bluffing.

Liuqiu wisely closed the door and went out.

"sit."

His father, Jiang Wang, finally spoke the first sentence.

Cheng Xun didn't answer, but found a seat and sat down.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Jiang Wang took a stack of things from the desk and threw it on the tea table in front of Cheng Xun, then raised his chin slightly at him.

Cheng Xun frowned and opened the things.

It's a picture.

The protagonists are him and Lu Xingshu.

Turn over one more sheet, and his face will turn paler.

Cheng Xun stared at the old man in front of him, with only anger in his eyes: "Are you looking for someone to secretly take pictures of me?"

"My son is gay, so I can't ask someone to check?" Jiang Wang looked careless when he spoke, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was sizing up the person in front of him.

Sure enough, Cheng Xun widened his eyes and retorted subconsciously: "Who is your son! He is sick."

Jiang Wang smiled, and glanced at the DNA certificate on the corner of the table.

During the college physical examination before, he found someone to get this kid's blood and tested it.

It was also at that time that he knew that Cheng Ya had actually given birth to a son for him.

He thought Cheng Ya had already gone to abort her. After all, when she came to him crying, he just coldly asked her to have an abortion.

He had a romantic encounter on a cruise ship every now and then, but she didn't expect her to take it seriously. After learning that he was already married, Jiang Wang's memory of that distraught back was still fresh.

Even though the marriage with his wife is just a business marriage, it has already become an open marriage after having children, but both parties still maintain the necessary loyalty in terms of children.

Cheng Xun was the only accident.

If it wasn't for Jiang Yisheng's fault, he might never meet this wild child in his life.

Poor and weak, there is no part of his body that looks like himself.

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ready to abuse hehe