Uncertain age difference

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While Ning Huang was washing with his head on the chicken nest, Lu Chen told him at the bathroom door: "Your team has contacted Xia Ziyu, and there is a compromise plan."

Ning Huang's eyes lit up instantly.

"In the early stage, you can wear a mask and participate as a mysterious guest." Lu Chen said.

It was originally a show where creators and singers collaborated, so Ning Huang didn't have to show up on stage to perform.

When the little uncle gets used to it, or when his condition improves halfway, there is no problem showing up again. The so-called mysterious guest can also be used as a gimmick for the show.

The only problem is that my children can't show their faces for the time being, so I don't know if they will be a little disappointed.

Not disappointed at all.

Ning Huang's eyes lit up, and there was still toothpaste foam in his mouth, so he nodded hurriedly.

In the end, Lu Chen pressed his head: "Rinse your mouth first, don't choke."

He didn't care about showing his face or not showing his face at all.

As long as I can release the songs I wrote, it will be fine.

Ning Huang hurriedly rinsed his mouth before asking anxiously, "Then can Xia Ziyu sing my song?"

Lu Chen slowly leaned against the bathroom door: "I wanted to ask yesterday, but you don't recognize me, but you seem to recognize Xia Ziyu."

Ning Huang didn't lie, he said honestly, "I want an autograph."

"Signature..." Lu Chen raised his eyebrows thoughtfully, "Are you interested in her?"

Ning Huang always felt that there was something wrong with these words, but he didn't develop any sense of crisis: "She has a nice voice...I'm her fan."

Lu Chen hooked the corner of his mouth: "Fans."

Xia Ziyu had been rumored to have had an affair with him, but that's not what Ning Huang said back then.

At that time, what the little uncle said, he probably had a cold and calm expression on his face.

"It's all rumors. I don't know her very well."

Oh.

fans.

It turned out that the little uncle would still say half and half.

35

Ning Huang didn't know what kind of trouble this morning's conversation had caused him. It was only when he got to the dinner table that he realized that something was wrong.

Mushroom shredded chicken porridge was cooked last night, and the side dish was carrots.

He hates carrots.

And it's freshly shredded carrots, just mixed with some salt and vinegar, and served.

Ning Huang took a hard bite.

The taste of carrots came straight to my mind, and the amount of seasoned vinegar was greatly exceeded, so the sour and astringent taste came to my mind.

His face turned green and then black, black and green again, and his face wrinkled into a walnut skin: "Didn't you think that there is something wrong with this?"

"No." Lu Chen smiled lightly.

Ning Huang looked at Lu Chen, then at the carrot, and suddenly remembered Lu Chen who would help him eat potato salad.

Maybe he will help him eat it too?

That is to say, the boyfriend he finds in the future must understand him very well.

Two eyes.

three eyes.

Lu Chen was still unaware of the suggestive eyes, and slowly picked out his suit and tie to try.

Ning Huang was dejected: ...you idiot.

Why can't he think about it, and find such an idiot as a boyfriend.

In the end, the entanglement of not wanting to waste food prevailed. The shredded carrots were eaten one by one. Even the delicious shredded mushroom and shredded chicken porridge was stained with the taste of carrots, and it became not as delicious as imagined.

Lu Chen finally laughed lightly.

Ning Huang quickly looked at him, only to find that the man's expression was normal.

——Did you read it wrong?How do you feel that this person did it on purpose?

Lu Chen watched him swallow the carrot, and then slowly told him that he had to go to work, and he could just leave the plates and bowls on the table.

Auntie will come to clean up later, and send lunch to the studio downstairs by the way, you remember to eat.

Ning Huang: "Oh."

Lu Chen asked him the color of the tie again: "Blue or gray?"

Ning Huang glanced at him: "Blue."

Lu Chen said "hmm", and the sapphire blue tie was wrapped around his neck.

The slender fingers proficient in cooking and baking passed between the sapphire blue tie and tied a beautiful and regular knot. The hanging part shook slightly, as if waiting for someone to pull it off.

In the end, it was fixed on the shirt neatly by the tie clip, and the fingers were loosely torn between the tie and the shirt to create a little gap.

It's obviously a very simple movement, but it inexplicably carries the meaning of discipline and abstinence.

Ning Huang's eyes moved with his fingers, but he didn't look sideways at the moment when the other party looked back.

Lu Chen smiled and asked, "You really don't want to go to the company with me?"

Ning Huang snorted: "No."

Lu Chen knew that his little uncle was very heartless, and when he had a studio, he was thrown away.

Before leaving, he checked his belongings and said, "Remember to send me a message at noon."

Ning Huang said, "Send what?"

Lu Chen said, "Think for yourself."

Ning Huang:? ? ?

What the hell could he come up with.

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Ning Huang knew at noon, what news should be sent.

He found the person marked old hooligan in the list, and sent his first message to his boyfriend.

Ning Huang: Why is there stewed potatoes?

The opposite side showed that it was typing, and after a long time, two words finally jumped out.

Lu Chen: Is there any?

Ning Huang: yes

Lu Chen said: Why?

? ? ? ?

This is gone?How does he know why.

Ning Huang was so angry that he almost smashed his phone.

After thinking about it, I asked for money, or put it in my pocket.

He spent the afternoon playing with his guitar samples, while studying the various functions of his smartphone.

Tried recording a short piece of guitar on video.

The gestures are gentle and the tune is light. The tune is a very old love song, which he changed, slow and slow, leisurely and long.

For some reason, I played very well today.

Click again, there is one to share with friends.

friend.

Ning Huang flipped through the list, the only recent contacts were Lu Chen and Xia Ziyu.

Lu Chen gave him carrots.

Give him potatoes too.

Also asked him why.

Who the hell sent it to him!

5 minutes later--

Lu Chen received a voice call.

The mobile phone was thrown back and forth alternately between Ning Huang's left and right hands, bouncing like a hot potato, and finally swiped towards the connection.

Ning Huang held his breath, and heard Lu Chen's voice on the other side of the phone.

After the distortion of the signal and current, it seems to be different from usual, but it still has the gentle and natural tone with a little casualness.

He said, "little uncle, are you a bit fouled?"

Ning Huang muttered as if nothing had happened: "Wrong post."

The person on the other end of the phone smiled and said, "Okay, what's for dinner."

"Anything is fine," Ning Huang whispered, "No carrots and potatoes."

"Cook pasta? Do you want black pepper beef or tomato bolognese?" Lu Chen seemed to be in a good mood and asked him slowly.

"Tomato."

"Okay. I'll be home late today. I'll ask my aunt to prepare the ingredients."

Ning Huang suddenly didn't know what to say, so he just listened to the shallow, hard-to-catch breathing sound on the other side, waiting for him to hang up.

On the seventh breath, Lu Chen laughed.

"Little uncle, then I hang up?"

"Ah."

call ended.

Ning Huang stared at the prompt on the phone screen, and the base of his ears felt slightly hot.

I was too concerned about the vigilance before, so I didn't pay attention to the hooligan's voice.

Inexplicably pleasing to the ear.

The author has something to say:

A small setting:

The little uncle has always liked Lu Chen's voice.

And his sensitive point is the voice.