Uncertain age difference

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By the time Lu Chen reached his thirties, he had already fully understood the fact that he was an old vinegar turned into a master.

When he was in love, he was indeed a narrow-minded guy.

The most jealous was when he was a student, when he was still a male domestic economics student who was supported by his uncle for 4000 yuan a month.

At that time, Ning Huang had not yet become independent, signed a contract with an economic company, and was somewhat famous, but he didn't often come to the stage.I have made some money, but I still have to bow my head and be obedient, so that I can better develop and make a living.

There is a scandal with this one today, and a drinking affair with that one tomorrow.If you can push it, you can push it. If you can't push it, you still have to pinch your nose.

He is not like those peers who come from a wealthy family and are deeply loved by his parents and family. He always has the arrogance of loving someone, and when he is in a hurry, he will overturn the table.

He has been hungry and poor, even if he is extremely arrogant and rebellious, in the face of supporting his family and making a living, he still has to bow his head stiffly, and he still has to pinch his nose and pour down the wine he should drink.

There were a few times when I got so drunk that the female star drove me back in the middle of the night.

The female star was also thin. She staggered while supporting him, and rang the doorbell sweating profusely. Seeing him startled slightly, she said, "Are you Ning Huang's nephew? Is your name Lu Chen?"

Those who are familiar with Ning Huang know that there is a handsome and tall nephew in his family, followed by a variety of biscuits and snacks in the car, less smoking, smooth and clean clothes, and a better person. I have a lot of temper.

There is also a regular call every night, asking if he will come back for dinner tonight.

Ning Huang leaned against the wall, with a cigarette in his mouth, and said coldly: "I won't go back, you can eat by yourself."

But the eyebrows stretched out like the petals of the night sky.

He coughed while speaking, took the cigarette out of his mouth again, and subconsciously softened his voice a few degrees: "I don't smoke, why do you care so much?"

"I've brought the keys too, so you don't have to wait for me at night."

She was originally a fierce and cold beauty, but for no reason she had a bit of fireworks.

The female star who was recording an album with him smiled and said, "Ning Huang, you sound like a scumbag who has a good girlfriend at home."

Ning Huang, who was hung up on the phone, glared at her and said, "Xia Ziyu, don't come to me next time you have something like this. It's a bad luck for eight lifetimes to know you."

Of course, Lu Chen didn't know this, and took the man into his arms with a dark face, saying thank you for sending him back.

Xia Ziyu didn't hear his sourness, and thanked him a thousand times, saying that he actually blocked the wine for her, otherwise he wouldn't be so drunk, and thanked her for her when he woke up.

When Lu Chen heard this, his face became even uglier. He couldn't even maintain the gentleness on his face. He nodded hastily and closed the door.

It was past three o'clock in the morning, and Ning Huang cleaned up when he went out, but when he came back, he was so drunk that he didn't know where to go, and he still smelled of alcohol.

With a dark face, Lu Chen could only soak a towel to wipe his face, took off his shoes, and soaked in honey water.

The honey water was brought to hand, but the little uncle accidentally knocked over the cup.

Sticky honey water was spilled all over the floor, lemon slices and glass shards lay pitifully under the lamplight.

Ning Huang was dizzy and subconsciously wanted to pick it up. Lu Chen, with a dark face, grabbed the ponytail like a rabbit's tail and threatened:

"Don't make trouble, do you hear me?"

"Ning Huang, I'm annoyed, don't provoke me."

The little uncle was more obedient and timid than usual when he was drunk, he said "oh", then retreated to the bed, and obediently covered himself with a quilt.

I didn't know that I didn't even change my clothes.

Lu Chen just swept up the large pieces of glass, squatted down to check if there were any small pieces left, he was absent-minded, and didn't even know how to put on gloves.

The fingertip was scratched, and the blood seeped into the lemon slice.

I don't know where it shrank and became sore.

After taking care of everything and wrapping my fingers, it was already past four o'clock in the morning, and I was still very angry.

I can't tell if it's because of those scandals, because of Ning Huang's drinking, or because of his bad intentions of blocking alcohol for others.

Being so active in helping others, has he never thought about himself?Obviously he looks better than those female stars.

Standing by the bed and changing pajamas for my little uncle, I stared at him angrily and sourly for a long while, then heard a confused voice: "Lu Chen."

"What are you doing?" His voice was cold and his face was ugly.

"...Lu Chen."

The little uncle grabbed his hand and when he touched the band-aid, he raised his eyes and looked for a long time, but he still couldn't see what it was.

Then he put his hand on his face.

Lu Chen was stunned, the sour gas stuck in his throat, but he still didn't pour it out.

Just say, "Does your stomach hurt?"

"Do you want some porridge?"

The little uncle was already so drunk that he couldn't remember what kind of porridge was. He just called his name in confusion.

"...Lu Chen."

The little uncle rubbed against each other, showing a smirk.

38

When Lu Chen thinks about it at the age of 30, he always feels that the love in his youth was stupid.

Three-point heartbeat should be exaggerated into very lovesickness.

The real love came to the lips, but it had to be disguised as an understatement of favor.

He was born to like men, and his upbringing was strict, so he had more scruples than others.He had never been tempted by anyone before, and the person he fell in love with for the first time in his life was his little uncle who was four years older than him and seemed to be in two worlds with him, so he became more clumsy and tongue-tied.

Even if you eat dry vinegar, you will only bury it in your heart.

Ning Huang woke up the next day and saw that his face was not good, so he asked him what was wrong.

He would just hold his breath and say, "It's nothing."

Then he put the boiled millet porridge in front of him with a bang.

The little uncle put the broken hair behind his ears with one hand, showing sharp and delicate facial features, his lips were faintly red, and said mockingly: "Nephew, have you reached the stage of rebellion?"

"Such a temper."

He handed the hair tie to his little uncle, and asked after a long time what was going on with his scandal with Xia Ziyu.

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

He felt depressed, and wanted to say that since it was spread randomly, why would you block her? I don't know her very well, so let her help you back.

He also let her know about the relationship between uncle and nephew who couldn't get along.

But in the end he didn't say anything.

The little uncle frowned and asked him, "What's wrong with your hand? Did you cut it?"

But he picked up his bag, with dark circles under his eyes, and said, "It's nothing, I'm going to school."

39

These are all thought of when cutting tomatoes.

The little uncle doesn't like onions, but he won't be too picky if he cooks them deliciously.

So there are more tomatoes, more minced meat, less white onions, and less seasoned tomato sauce. The little uncle will be picky when he eats it.

The hard pasta is enough for two people.

Ning Huang poked his head around the kitchen and couldn't tell the difference between pasta and egg noodles, but he also felt a little ashamed of his idleness, and asked him with a frown, "Can I help?"

"Peel off the garlic." He stuffed him with a head of garlic.

With his little prickly head, he ran to the dining table, pulling on his slippers, and carefully peeled the garlic with the hand he used to pluck the strings.

She lowered her head, revealing her white nape. Her hair was cut short, making her look much sharper. It was even a pity that she lost the high, fluffy tail that could be grasped.

The chef's knife sliced ​​through the tomato, rinsed it, and skillfully dismembered the onion.

Lu Chen smiled and said, "Do you know why you eat carrots and potatoes during the day?"

Ning Huang was still fighting with Suanpi, frowning, and said casually, "I know, you're a psychopath."

Lu Chen choked for a moment, but couldn't help laughing, and said bluntly, "I'm jealous."

Ning Huang was obviously taken aback, and he squeezed his hand hard, leaving the garlic skin in his hand, and a snow-white piece of garlic burst out.

Get under the table to find it.

The voice also came from under the table.

Ning Huang said vaguely: "What a mess, it's nothing to do with jealousy."

"Xia Ziyu." Lu Chen said slowly, "You had rumors with her before."

"You are still her fan, and you even blocked the drinking situation for her."

Ning Huang found the garlic, got out from under the table, looked at him for a long time, and said with a blank expression, "Lu Chen."

"Ok?"

"Do you think you are naive?"

30 years old, naive Lu Chen.

Follow, Ning Huang, who is mature but has warm ears.

look at each other.

Lu Chen said: "The mature student Ning Huang, would you like to explain to me?"

Ning Huang scratched his hair, then sat back to peel the garlic, and said, "How do I know."

How could he be blamed for what he did in his twenties?

Law enforcement across time is not so persistent.

Lu Chen didn't insist on asking an answer, but he was satisfied with the reaction of the children.

Then he went back to boil the water slowly, turned the pasta in his hand, and scattered it into the pot like flowers.

But I heard Ning Huang say in the restaurant.

"I don't really understand, but I like listening to music and music, not...that kind of liking."

"I still like to eat crabs. Do I want to kiss crabs and sleep with crabs?"

The kid muttered, and suddenly remembered who he was sleeping with at night, and the roots of his ears became more and more red.

His mouth was dry and unspeakable, and his throat was a little tight. He sneaked a glance at the slender and handsome figure in house clothes and an apron, before he stumbled and said for a long time:

"You...don't be jealous."

The heat was steaming, Lu Chen was holding a shovel in the kitchen, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and spoke slowly.

"Okay, I'll try my best."

I knew that was the answer.

Should have asked earlier.

The author has something to say:

The little uncle should be Hedgehog Ball.

It usually looks fierce, and its thorns can pierce apples.

If you touch him without his consent, you will easily get blood on your hands.

But after I have a good relationship with you, I will be willing to touch your fufu belly softly, lie down on your bed to sleep, try to make my pricks softer, and even lick your fingertips if I accidentally pierce you.

Even if you lose your memory, if you treat him well, he will feel it. Although you feel like a bad person, it is not impossible to touch your belly.

While being touched, he cursed at the same time.

Why would I let this guy touch his belly!

But don't hide your belly either.

Later, the thorn was softened by someone's touch, and it became almost round, and it became clear that it was a scheming dog with a smirk and a good temper.

Immediately, the thorns stood up, and the short legs wanted to run away, but the dog's paw slammed it down on the ground.

Dial again.

Gululu rolled into the kennel.

The little thorny ball that has long since stopped stabbing can only be taken home by bad dogs