Uncertain age difference

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It was only after Ning Huang came that he found out that Lu Chen became the sponsor of this show, and he came here as a representative of the sponsor.

The program team didn't expect that it was the boss who came running in person. The person in charge was startled and hurried over. Lu Chen was pouring ginger tea in the lounge.

He asked his assistant to come with a thermos, and simmered a steaming pot of longan, red dates and ginger tea to keep warm from the cold, and he didn't put much yellow/rock sugar, so as not to make his throat feel uncomfortable.

"Just have a drink and warm up," he slowly instructed, "I'll watch the recording for a long time, and I always feel uncomfortable going to the bathroom."

Wearing a mask, Ning Huang bowed his head and took a sip, frowning: "Can I leave out the goji berry and ginger?"

Lu Chen said: "Isn't that sugar water? I'll save me trouble by buying you a cup of hot milk tea."

"Tch." Ning Huang complained, but took small sips of ginger tea.

Lu Chen looked up and saw the person in charge came, and he was not stingy, and found a paper cup and poured him another cup.

He smiled and said, "I'm on vacation, and I'll take a look with my friends."

He is not secretive either.

The mask of the mysterious mentor can also cover up this small matter. The guest is Ning Huang, who can't hide it from the backstage staff.

Just because Ning Huang's car and his assistant came in and out, and Xia Ziyu hooked his shoulders, he could already guess his identity.

The person in charge laughed along, took a sip of ginger tea, and found that it was cooked just right.

He didn't know what he was doing in a trance.

I vaguely remembered the rumors in the industry.

Regarding Ning Huang, who has been very low-key in recent years, there is something unclear about this young Mr. Lu.

It is said that the two of them are somewhat related, and they have known each other for a long time. Mr. Lu has always been close because of his kindness.

But this intimacy is a bit different from ordinary friends.

Most of Ning Huang's announcements on his rest days were visited by Mr. Lu, sometimes on the way after get off work, and sometimes on a plane that flew across several provinces and cities.

He's seen it before.

Ning Huang didn't show any surprises either, he just looked at his watch every time, waiting for someone to come, and when the person came, he muttered why he came again and ran so far.

Lu Chen looked at him, then looked at his phone, and said, "There are private kitchens in the city, and Su-style noodles are doing well. When will you finish?"

Ning Huang said: "I'm busy, I have to wait until early morning."

Lu Chen asked: "Then what should I do for lunch?"

Ning Huang raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you eat on the plane?"

Lu Chen smiled and said, "I arrived in the morning, so I didn't catch up with the dinner, so I only ate snacks."

Ning Huang frowned and said, "Let's go, I'll go beg for a box lunch for you."

That recording scene didn't even have a separate lounge, the two of them just sat under the stage at a low table, each eating a boxed meal.

Lu Chen watched the recording of the show for a while, and when Ning Huang's part of the recording was almost finished, the two walked side by side, the distance between them was not far or close, and they didn't even wipe the back of their hands.

But it just feels weird.

It wasn't until the back was gone that I realized that there was only a bottle of water on the table.

After finishing his ginger tea, Ning Huang got up and said, "I'm off to work, you guys can talk about yours."

Lu Chen gave a "hmm".

Wait for Ning Huang to leave.

Lu Chen poured himself a cup of ginger tea, his smile was the same as before, his brows were flat, but inadvertently with a bit of pressure: "The program team didn't tell me beforehand that Cheng Xinran would come too."

The person in charge tensed up.

——Sure enough, a cup was used.

62

Ning Huang played the role of a mentor, one of whom had to watch the singer perform behind the screen and then record his comments.

He thought he would not be able to comment, but who knew that when he opened his mouth, he suddenly had a lot of words.

The professional knowledge spewed out of his mouth was both strange and familiar, as if it was another knowledge of his own, which suddenly jumped out when he needed to use it.

As a result, the recording took a bit longer than before, and he finally finished the recording, so tired that he was dizzy.

Subconsciously, he secretly took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

- It is prohibited in the home.

Although in the eyes of people in the rebellious period, Lu Chen is absolutely unqualified to let him smoke, but the bright and clean windows in the house and the environment filled with light fragrance make him embarrassed to touch the smoke.

In the past few days, I only occasionally smoke one when I am tired from video recording.

Unexpectedly, I just asked about a place where I can smoke, and as soon as I took it out, I was caught by Lu Chen.

——Turer than a police dog, I don't know if it came from the smell.

Lu Chen looked at him with a half-smile, and said, "Little uncle, why don't you smoke in hiding?"

He didn't know why, so he became embarrassed, even the cigarette between his fingers was hot, and he whispered: "Well, I asked, and I said that smoking is allowed here..."

Lu Chen followed his example, leaning against the wall, bent one leg, said "um", and took the cigarette over.I stuffed it into my mouth and took a slow breath.

Ning Huang was startled, and looked at him with a frown: "What are you doing?"

Mr. Lu exhaled a puff of smoke, coughed several times, but said with a smile, "Just try."

"It's really troublesome to quit smoking. Let me see if I can smoke with you."

The milky white sweater smelled of smoke, and the faint citrus fragrance seemed to be gone.

Ning Huang frowned, rubbed the soles of his shoes on the ground, and said after a while, "I don't smoke too much either. I've been smoking for a week with just this box."

He was actually very good when he was in school, and he only learned it when he came out to work and sing.

At that time, he sang all night long. He couldn’t hold back sleepiness, his mind was messed up, and he was thinking too much. People handed him one, saying that smoking one would make him feel better, so he took it. It didn’t take long in the end. Just get used to it.

Ning Huang looked up at him, then at the cigarette case in his hand, and said stiffly: "It has nothing to do with you, what are you going to learn?"

Mr. Lu put his mouth in his mouth with a smile and tried to take a sip.

Still coughing.

—He doesn't smoke at all.

But he smiled and said: "Smoking will blacken your lungs, you know that?

"Yeah." Thorny Tou has heard this kind of talk a lot.

"You will die early, you know."

"know."

"Kissing is still bitter."

"Uh-huh???"

Ning Huang suddenly changed his tune in the middle of responding, and looked up at him: "What?"

Lu Chen repeated with a smile.

"kiss."

"It will taste bitter in the mouth."

Ning Huang froze on the spot foolishly, the base of his ears slowly stained red, and he unconsciously rubbed the corner of his clothes with his fingertips, hesitating unconsciously.

He didn't want to kiss, but just in case.

Kiss someone, and the result is that the mouth is full of smoke.Smelly and bitter?

Ning Huang thought about that scene, and suddenly felt a little awkward, feeling that he couldn't afford to lose this person.

Ning Huang's Adam's apple moved slightly, coughed, and handed the cigarette case to Lu Chen, saying, "Then what, it's a bit unhealthy."

"Stop smoking, too."

He thinks about his health.

Lu Chen chuckled, extinguished the cigarette, knocked the cigarette case that his uncle handed in on his own initiative, and said, "Are you ready?"

"Yeah." Ning Huang remained expressionless, pretending that he was not guilty.

"What if I find out again?" Lu Chen asked.

Ning Huang's eyes drifted to Lu Chen's lips unconsciously.

Lu Chen's lips were perfect, plump and light.

——I don't think about kissing easily.

But Ning Huang just thought of it, and let Lu Chen find out.

Lu Chen let out a muffled laugh, and said softly for a while, "Little uncle, it's a good idea."

"It's a reward."

Shit rewards.

Who the hell looked at him.

Ning Huang quickly turned his head away.

But he didn't know that he exposed his red neck to the sight of the people around him.

Lu Chen lowered his head and whispered slowly in his ear: "...Little Uncle, I don't smoke."

I don't know if Lu Chen is clear about the lethality of his voice.

Like a thin current.

Numbly drilled into the ears.

Lu Chen said solemnly: "I am sweet."

After finishing speaking, he couldn't hold back even himself. He lowered his head and laughed for a long time, then scolded himself: "Damn it."

He is too shameless.

In order to tease the children, even his own old face is not wanted.

Ning Huang was shocked by him.

63.

Diary of 18-year-old Ning Huang:

How does he know that kissing is bitter?

Won't it be me in the future...? (Several facial expressions with grinning teeth and claws)

34-year-old approval:

It's none of my business.

quit early.