Please don't be so hard on me!

Miao Cun ran a few steps barefoot, but was grabbed by Luo Minghan from behind.The faculty and staff downstairs are all elderly people taking their children for a walk, it's so lively, they all glanced over at this moment.Luo Minghan twisted his arm: "Didn't you let me carry you?"

Miao Cun was hurt by the gravel on the asphalt road, and bit his lip: "...don't touch me."

Fingers kissed and almost lost his clothes.

Luo Minghan whispered in his ear: "Can you talk about your boyfriend's affairs?"

Miao Cun was aggrieved and didn't want to talk to him.Luo Minghan squatted down and ordered him: "Come up."

Now there are more fun to watch.

"Oh, isn't that—" There was a faint whisper in the noise, as if he recognized Luo Minghan's familiar face.

Miao Cun had no choice but to jump on his back, and was held firmly by his buttocks. He wrapped his arms around his neck and urged, "... Hurry up."

He was lighter than he looked, Luo Minghan carried him on his back, like carrying a handful of freshly cut pasture, green and light, even the breath he breathed was very clear.As he walked steadily towards the playground stands, he asked, "How many catties?"

"One hundred and two." Miao Cun said emphatically.

Luo Minghan's hands were unruly, and Miao Cun was pinched by him so that he became angry with embarrassment: "What are you doing!"

Luo Minghan's hands were regular again, "Little liar." It seemed that the slap just now was just to verify how much flesh Miao Cun had on his body.

Under the night, Miao Cun's face was not very red, but the temperature between his breaths rose quickly.Passing downstairs in the new building, Luo Minghan suddenly said: "This is my brother's dormitory, on the eighth floor. The first time I saw you was to help him get things from the dormitory building."

"That's the second time."

Luo Minghan didn't expect that he remembered it better than himself, so he smiled after being startled, "You know the first time you lied to me that someone was looking for me, and I pushed through that hall and went in, what are you doing inside?"

Miao Cun thought for a while: "Wechat business meeting?"

"A group of older people were toasting around two older people."

Miao Cun understood clearly, and said confidently, "I'm celebrating my birthday."

"Second marriage and marriage."

Miao Cun: "..."

He laughed like hell, lying on Luo Minghan's neck and trembling.

Luo Minghan was itchy by his breathing, and felt hot on his neck under the collar of his shirt.He didn't hide, and waited for Miao Cun to laugh enough before asking: "So why did you call me Brother Luo that day?"

Miao Cun's heart tightened, and he mumbled vaguely: "Someone gave me 100 yuan and asked me to find you to go there...I've said it all!"

"Don't just go to Luo Yuanhe."

Miao Cun's heart skipped a beat, "Why?"

What does he mean?Is it a hint, or a cliché?

"It's nothing, it's just that I hate people confusing us since I was a child," Luo Minghan said lightly, "I have a good relationship with him, but apart from relatives, we don't have any common friendship circle. If you are looking for Luo Yuanhe, I will not Interested in meeting you."

"Then you plan to introduce me to him as a student."

"Well, it's hard to explain." Luo Minghan thought for a while, turned his face slightly, and slowed down his steps: "Sometimes it's important to come first, first come first, understand?"

This man has a natural rule for the division of territories, and he is undeniably strong.

If he knew Luo Yuanhe first and then knew him, then in his concept he was Luo Yuanhe's person, and if he knew him first and then knew Luo Yuanhe, then he was Luo Minghan's person.

Miao Cun leaned on his shoulder: "Then what if someone really thinks you are Professor Luo? Would you hate him?"

The word "hate" is very childish, and Luo Minghan couldn't help laughing: "I won't hate it, but it should only be a nodding acquaintance."

Miao Cun nodded.

Luo Minghan: "What are you nodding?"

"It's nothing."

After walking for a while, Luo Minghan was still not breathing, which showed that his physical strength was really good.He still had time to tease Miao Cun and ask him to call "Brother Luo" to listen.

Miao Cunyi called him "Brother Luo", and then said nonchalantly, "It would be great if we could be together in school openly."

"What is fair and aboveboard?"

Passing by the playground, there were people lying on the green ground, and there were young couples watching the stars together in the stands. Luo Minghan didn't stop walking, and continued to walk forward with him on his back.

"There is a river ahead." Luo Minghan said.

Of course Miao Cun knew about it, but he pretended not to know, and asked him, "Is it beautiful? Will there be many mosquitoes?"

"It's not pretty. There's a bridge over that river. Because across the river is the back garden of many couples dating, so that bridge is jokingly called the Confession Bridge."

Miao Cun was suspicious: "Why are you so clear?"

Luo Minghan didn't hide anything, and his tone was cynical: "I had a brief relationship with a student from the First Academy of Fine Arts before."

Miao Cun: "..."

God, senior!

He took the order from the senior!

Shocked beyond words, Luo Minghan thought he was jealous, and explained without hesitation: "It hasn't been more than two months, so it's not considered a formal talk."

They stopped not far from the bridge, and Miao Cun jumped off his back, stood on the still warm concrete road, and sneered: "You don't want to walk with me, do you?"

Luo Minghan was speechless: "It's not so earthy."

In fact, Miao Cun and Teacher Luo walked this road together.From there, I took a shortcut to the Printmaking Room [-], and asked an old professor for materials.That bridge is a wooden arch bridge with red paint, which looks like a Japanese flavor.why?Because the river is also very beautiful, with water lilies and water plants planted in it, imitating Monet's paintings, because there is a Japanese arch bridge in Monet's garden, so the Academy of Fine Arts has the Confession Bridge.

The students who walked across the bridge did not know that it was Monet's bridge.

Luo Yuanhe and Miao Cun, who walked across the bridge, did not know that this was a bridge for confession.

In the end, Luo Minghan didn't ask Miao Cun what the phrase "fair and fair" meant. He guessed that it should be the homosexual scandal that made him suffer from bullying in school, so he didn't dare to disclose it.

It was a short drive from the Academy of Fine Arts to send him back to the villa. Luo Minghan accompanied him to get off the car. Miao Cun swiped his card and opened the door. Luo Minghan kissed him while holding the doorknob.He pressed him against the corner of the wall, held his face with both hands, kissed him for a while, and stared at Miao Cun unsteadily, as if he couldn't see enough.Moths fluttered and buzzed under the hall lamp.

Miao Cun said, "See you tomorrow."

Luo Minghan also said that he would see you tomorrow, but he didn't let him go. He stroked the side of his neck with his right hand, rubbed it carefully, and kissed him again.

Miao Cun's hand slipped from the doorknob, and he couldn't help hugging his back.

When they separated again, both of them were out of breath.

Miao Cun lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Brother Luo, it's time for me to go in."

Luo Minghan hummed inexplicably, lowered his face, and sucked his upper lip.

When he kisses him now, Miao Cun will no longer scratch him, kick him, or push him like a kitten, but An An is sucked by him smoothly until the root of his tongue is numb, and then responds to him obediently, opens his lips, and accepts all of him.

Miao Cun gently grabbed his collar: "...you should go back."

Luo Minghan panted and laughed out loud, his voice a little hoarse: "Okay."

Grab his hand and kiss him on the fingertips: "See you tomorrow."

Miao Cun fled as if dodging into the room, the door was slammed shut, he pressed his back against the door tightly, his heart beating wildly.

Teacher Luo's voice came in, but Miao Cun didn't answer it, and waited until he hung up automatically.

He will never answer Mr. Luo's calls again.

Because dreamers don't want to be woken up by the alarm clock, and people who buy fakes don't want to pass by genuine counters.He couldn't see Teacher Luo's face, let alone hear his voice, which would remind him that everything just now was nothing but fantasy, wishful thinking, and a drunken dream.

It was only after nine o'clock, and the newly ignited fire was not easy to vent, so Luo Minghan went to drink with Guan Yingtao.Guan Yingtao smiled maliciously: "Have you got started?"

Luo Minghan never brags, he smiled and said, "It's not so bad."

Those who do consulting are stinky, not 100%, so his "almost" is close to ten. Guan Yingtao opened champagne for him to celebrate. The sound of the bottle cap bursting out was like a salute. There is a luxurious beauty.

When Luo Minghan lowered his head to light his cigarette, he heard Guan Yingtao's nervous interrogation: "How long are you going to play this time?"

The silver lighter made a metallic spring sound at his fingertips. Luo Minghan took a sip, his handsome eyebrows and eyes were silent under the faint blue light, "Half a year." His voice was vague and indifferent.

Guan Yingtao still doesn't forget to sell the people around him, "In half a year, can we, Luoluo, get a love number plate?"

Luo Minghan was noncommittal, and only said, "Let's talk when we're tired."

After drinking until midnight, the next day I still stepped on to the office. After two cups of coffee, the meeting room next door was silent.Luo Minghan has already patrolled the office three times, Lily couldn't take it anymore: "There is no one in the conference room!"

With a bad temper and impatient hangover, Luo Minghan tugged at his tie, "Why are you so late today?"

Say good "see you tomorrow"!

Lily was speechless: "He asked for leave, don't you know? I really don't care about it."

She has a thorough understanding of her boss, and her affectionate appearance is indeed very bluffing, but she often puts the preferences of her predecessor on the head of the current one, and forgets the birthday of the current one completely.

Luo Minghan had an epiphany and blamed her: "I didn't say it earlier."

Lily died unjustly: "You didn't even ask, who knew that you were like an old man patrolling the park all morning."

Luo Minghan stuffed the coffee cup into her arms, and said fiercely: "Where is the Dai cuisine cook that I asked you to find last time?"

"I'm looking for it, I'm looking for it, the taste is too biased, I hired a chef for you," Lily frantically put the coffee cup on the folder, "Why, did you change the flavor recently?"

Luo Minghan lifted his legs and left: "Notify the interview in the afternoon, and - don't mind your boss's business."

It is the company's routine agenda to have dinner with the project managers at noon and listen to them chat about the progress of the project and their views on the latest news, but today their boss is obviously absent-minded.

The tuna melts in the mouth. It was airlifted from Hokkaido early in the morning. It took no more than five hours from the sea to the stomach. Luo Minghan ate a piece and suddenly asked: "You said——"

All ears are listening.

"Why do some people eat quick-frozen steamed stuffed buns?"

"……………………"

Laura almost choked on a sip of wine: "Who?"

Luo Minghan glanced at her, and Laura quickly put a security door on her mouth.

Another executive said cautiously: "Theoretically, if there are enough options, the taste is enough, and the parties are lazy enough, it can be done."

Luo Minghan was thoughtful: "Then, on the premise that the person concerned is lazy enough, how can the quick-frozen buns go on the high-end track?"

Everyone was very skeptical of life for a moment, feeling that the boss was doing the work for them.

The problem is, the project manager doesn't fucking care about it!Can such a specific plan be handed over to the following people to do a good job?

"It depends on the person involved," another manager cleared his throat, "If you ask South Beauty's chef to make a basket of steamed buns and freeze them in the freezer, theoretically they are still quick-frozen steamed buns, but the essence is completely different."

Lily, who was taking meeting shorthand at the side, was in awe: The layout has opened!

Luo Minghan nodded, and wiped his hands with a hot towel: "Use it slowly, excuse me——Lily, preside over the follow-up agenda."

Miao Cun slept until twelve o'clock, when he was awakened by Luo Minghan's doorbell, and the phone on the bedside table vibrated wildly.He picked it up with a hoarse voice: "Hello"? "

Luo Minghan rang the doorbell and said to the phone: "Open the door, it's 'tomorrow'."

It took Miao Cun a while to react, and he slowly descended to the ground like a wandering soul, rubbing his eyes while opening the door, his body flew into the air in an instant—he was hugged horizontally by Luo Minghan.

He wanted to kiss him, and Miao Cun quickly buried his face in his neck: "I didn't brush my teeth!"

The perfume smells amazing.

Luo Minghan let him wash up, and when he came out, there were two cages of small steamed buns on the dining table.

"Crab roe steamed buns," Luo Minghan said in a personable manner, "Shrimp and corn delicacy buns, you eat it, don't like to change it tomorrow."

Miao Cun was foolishly in the living room in his pajamas.

The room was unbelievably quiet, Luo Minghan thought of his foreign roommate, "Why isn't your roommate here?"

"Going home to visit relatives."

Luo Minghan nodded and pulled Miao Cun into his arms: "Are you going to sleep alone at night?"

Miao Cun was scalded by the soup, stuck out his tongue and opened his mouth to fan the wind, and said vaguely: "...otherwise?"

Luo Minghan's eyes dimmed, and he really wanted to tease his tongue, but he was not such a beast after all, so he chose to let Miao Cun finish the brunch well.

"Aren't you afraid to live alone in such a big house?" He coaxed him.

Miao Cun thought it was strange for him to ask: "I'm not afraid."

"This place is haunted."

Miao Cun: "..."

"Really." Luo Minghan was serious, fearing that Miao Cun would not believe it, he emphasized again: "Luo Yuanhe said it."

Fart, Teacher Luo never said that.

Miao Cun couldn't refute, so he suffered from being dumb and said stubbornly, "I haven't heard of it."

"Because you are still young, you have been haunted since the 80s, and the old locals know it."

Then he made up a ghost story on the spot that the poisonous gas in the laboratory building leaked and the ghost of the graduate student jumped off the building and stayed with him.

Miao Cun: "I won't live with you."

Luo Minghan smiled slightly, "My mobile phone is available 24 hours a day."

After delivering the meal, he went to see the client. Miao Cun resumed the half-way oil painting before he started painting, but even though he was exposed to the sun at noon, he still felt chilly all over his body.

Silently glanced at the air conditioner, it was at noon in August, and it was adjusted up to 29 degrees.

Silently glanced at the closet, and put on a cashmere knitted cardigan.

Silently opened the shoe cabinet, obediently put on pure cotton home slippers and socks.

The senior of the painting class received a call from him, "I just scolded your distant brother to tears, or you can take him back—"

"Senior," Miao Cun had no time to think about who that cheap brother was, so he called him softly, and asked in a daze, "Have you heard about the poisonous gas leak in the laboratory building of the University of Science and Technology? ?”

Senior: "..."

Miao Cun then repeated it.

The senior didn't know, but the senior said in secret: "...It seems that there is such a thing... The truth is more terrifying than your version."

Nothing else, you can't lose face in front of your juniors.

Miao Cun: "!"

The senior was in a hurry to hang up the phone: "Stop talking, be careful in broad daylight!"

Miao Cun held his mobile phone and connected it to Bluetooth: "Diamond Sutra", a single loop.