Uncertain age difference

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Maybe it was the magic of the little uncle's song. When Boss Lu went to work the next day, his steps were brisk and refreshed, and his whole body exuded a sense of relaxation and harmony.

Seeing that he was in a good mood, the assistant asked, "Is Mr. Ning here today?"

"He went to work." Boss Lu shook his head, handed the car keys to the assistant, and said with a smile, "I have some snacks in the back seat of the car. You can put them in the staff lounge."

The assistant's eyes lit up, and he happily went to fetch the cake.

This is also Boss Lu's practice. He bakes a lot of sweets and snacks every time, and the little uncle can't finish it even if his stomach is full.

What's more, eating too much sweets is not good for the body.

So every time after baking, I would pack some for the little uncle first, pack the rest and bring them to the company, and put them in the staff lounge, which is cheaper for the employees of Boss Lu's company.

This is also a tradition in the company. Small biscuits are handed out at the beginning of the job, and there are often delicious and healthy desserts made by the boss in the break room.In addition, the boss himself has high requirements for living comfort, so the company's infrastructure is of high standards.The boss wants to go home early every night to cook for his wife, so he doesn't work overtime if he can.

So although Boss Lu himself is strict and picky about his work, the company's treatment has always been enviable.

After the meeting, Lu Chen couldn't help sending messages to harass his little boyfriend: What are you doing?

The little boyfriend typed very slowly, and it took a long time to type before replying to him: at work.

It seems that Lu Chen, who started the company, is particularly dishonest.

Lu Chen took a photo of the little cake in the rest area and said deliberately: I gave away your little cake.

The reply was quick this time.

Ning Huang:?

Ning Huang: Oh.

He guessed that the little boyfriend who didn't care on the surface was scolding his mother subtext.

Before waiting for a reply, he suddenly discovered that Ning Huang had sent an emoji.

It turned out to be a poor and dejected cat.

When did his little uncle send such a soft emoji!

Lu Chen was poked until his heart melted.

On the spot, he sent a voice note to coax his wife: "This time the roast was overturned, the taste is too greasy and too sweet, I will make it for you tomorrow."

The assistant pretended not to hear.

...better not to tell the employees.

Lu Chen thought, it would be great if the little uncle was smaller, and he took the little uncle to work every day.

Respond again.

No, no matter how young you are, you can't even kiss on the mouth.

The little uncle sent him: OK.

It's over, I can already imagine the little uncle nodding obediently with his mouth pursed.

"When do you leave work?" He asked.

"Boss, you just went to work." The assistant replied.

Isn't being a boss just to love your wife when you get home from get off work early?

Otherwise why?

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It was the first time for Ning Huang to hear voice notes.

Compared with a direct voice call, it is a little shorter, but as long as you click it, it will be played back over and over again.

He clicked again and again.

Later, Xia Ziyu knocked on the door of his lounge, urging him to hurry up and pick up after the recording, and send him home to meet his boyfriend after the recording.

Ning Huang cursed and muttered, saying who is his boyfriend, he doesn't have a boyfriend.

The 34-year-old admitted it, so why should he also admit it?

How can there be such a cheap thing.

Xia Ziyu said: "Whoever made the voice that you have listened to twenty times is your boyfriend."

Ning Huang stared round at the female star: "!!!"

The female celebrity nodded at him with a half-smile: "Musician Ning, the lounge is not very soundproof, do you know that?"

Ning Huang knows what a fart.

At that time, people were burned into rockets.

I was so embarrassed that I was in a hurry on the way to record the show, and my assistant chased after me.

As soon as he raised his head, he almost bumped into someone and knocked the mask askew.

In other words, he bumped into a group of people, and Ning Huang looked up, the leader was in his early thirties, with delicate and handsome features, surrounded by three or five bodyguard assistants, glamorous and hugging.

He straightened his mask, but was stunned.

He recognized this man.

In other words, yes, Ning Huang recognized it.

Cheng Xinran is his friend.

Through the air that is not far or near.

Cheng Xinran looked at him quietly, as if she recognized him through the mask, but said strangely, "So the mysterious teacher is you."

"Ning Huang."

If there is hatred that seems to be nothing.

Ning Huang subconsciously wanted to say something, but was suddenly stopped by Xia Ziyu.

The female star jumped out from nowhere, hugged him with a smile, and said, "Let's go."

He lowered his voice and whispered in his ear: "Do you know how to keep it secret, the mysterious guest, the mysterious mentor, you are not allowed to reveal it, do you know?"

He muttered that he knew.

But I heard the female star say: "Ning Huang, stay away from him."

"He's not a good guy."

Ning Huang was escorted back by Xia Ziyu, and the glamorous female star invited him to the side when he entered the door.

Chatted with Boss Lu for a long time.

"Ning Huang is wearing a mask, so he probably doesn't know about his illness..."

"The director team said that he has a good relationship with the guest, and he has enough qualifications to stop the guest..."

"He shouldn't dare to do anything now, but he should let Ning Huang know."

Wait until Ning Huang's face turns black.

Boss Lu just came over and sat down.

Ning Huang said, "What are you doing? Make a small team in front of me."

Boss Lu had a serious look on his face, but he still made him laugh.

He rubbed his hair and said no.

I just want to tell you something.

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Lu Chen will always remember the name Cheng Xinran.

Not long after Lu Chen got jealous and reconciled with his little uncle.

At that time, Ning Huang was on the verge of half-popularity, and got an invitation from an old-fashioned music show.

In those days, TV programs were still very important, even the little uncle was happy for several days,

And Cheng Xinran, who was on the same show and the same age as him, has long been a famous singer.

Cheng Xinran was born in a talent show, learned from famous masters, has a unique style, and is a glamorous musical talent.

And Ning Huang, who has been writing saliva songs for several years, has changed styles several times, doesn't know what to say, has been scolded for being self-righteous and lacking in talent, and even the music company he signed with thinks that he has only one good face.It wasn't until the music style was changed two years ago that someone finally recognized it.

But that day, Cheng Xinran asked Ning Huang out, and Ning Huang left.

In a ktv box, there was no one Ning Huang knew in the box.

Ning Huang said, "I thought you had something to say, so you asked me to come out."

Cheng Xinran smiled peacefully: "You should know what I say, Ning Huang, I don't want you to crawl to a place where I can see it."

Ning Huang stared at him for a while, as if feeling a little ridiculous, shook his head and said, "Then I'm leaving."

Cheng Xinran seemed to have been stabbed by something, his face became ugly, and he said, "Since the person has come, how about a few drinks?"

"Ning Huang, the program producer is my teacher's friend."

Cheng Xinran asked him, "Do you still want to go?"

Thinking about it now, if it was a prickly head, he should have kicked the door out long ago.

Fuck the show, love so and so.

But Ning Huang, who was in his twenties, just slowly lowered his head and picked up the wine glass.

He has already drank a lot of wine, and it's okay to drink more.

The alcohol content was frighteningly high, and after two drinks, he was already speechless.

He was dizzy, and only remembered Cheng Xinran refilling his wine time and time again, and staring at him with hatred, until he vomited in a corner in embarrassment.

Lu Chen didn't know this until later. He just received a message from Ning Huang that day, and immediately took a taxi, but was stopped outside the door.

He called the police, but before the police came, he couldn't wait, so he jumped out of the window and broke in.

Maybe because of the news that the police had been called, the people in the house scattered away, and Ning Huang crouched in the corner in a panic, with drinks poured all over his body by someone.The clothes were wet, and the hair was wet, sticking to his fair cheeks, covering his stomach with one hand, and holding him with the other, biting his lips tightly in pain, unable to utter a word, but he refused to let go no matter what.

The next day when the program was recorded, Ning Huang was lying in the hospital with stomach bleeding.

Lu Chen's face was very ugly: "They originally brought a camera."

Who knows what to record.

Lu Chen didn't dare to think too much, but he had to think too much.

"Little uncle, what if I go a little late?"

Ning Huang was already thin, lying on the hospital bed with a pale face, more and more like a ghost.

After a long while, he said weakly and angrily: "Cold salad, who made me stupid."

Lu Chen was angry, and refused to look at him with a dark face.

Ning Huang was silent for a while, then secretly grabbed his hand, and without a sound, pressed his hand to his cheek.

Lu Chen lowered his head.

Ning Huang sighed, and said, "Forget it, we won't be going to the show tomorrow."

"Nephew, I want to drink your porridge."

Later, Ning Huang withdrew from the show.

This is the first time Lu Chen has seen, but it will not be the last.

Ning Huang never went to see Process Xinran alone again, but seemed to be shrouded in some huge shadow, struggling, and missed countless opportunities like this.

Until the Internet became more and more developed, the light of the little uncle could no longer be concealed.

Until Boss Lu climbed higher and higher, until Cheng Xinran couldn't rush to attack Ning Huang.

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He once asked his little uncle: "Have you offended him?"

"We were originally friends, a long time ago." Ning Huang was playing songs on the terrace, but after a while he felt ridiculous and laughed. "Then he took my song."

"So he hated me."

People are really weird.

Ning Huang said softly.

The little uncle is usually very poisonous.

However, he couldn't even utter a word of cursing, and quietly nestled on the sofa, watching the flickering lights, like a child who had lost his way.

Lu Chen sat beside him.

Ning Huang hummed softly and rubbed his hair, like stroking his beloved big dog, and said, "Don't be afraid, even if you can't get ahead for the rest of your life."

"There is still money to support you."

After a while, the little uncle's head rested heavily on his shoulder.