Uncertain age difference

66.

When Lu Chen woke up in a daze, he only heard a cold voice: "Are you awake?"

"Yeah." He rubbed his eyes and got up from the sofa, the blanket slipped off his body, "Little uncle, are you done with the filming?"

Hearing a chilly and slow sound, he said, "The filming is over."

Lu Chen didn't feel something was wrong when he got here.

Until someone handed him a glass of warm water.

He took it, took a sip, and then suddenly raised his head.

Ning Huang's shadow covered him, his condescending brows and haughty eyes, his thin lips slightly raised, staring into his eyes, and asked slowly: "Boss Lu, who did you kiss with to taste the bitterness?"

"Can you let me know, too?"

"puff--"

Mr. Lu sprayed out a mouthful of hot water.

Ning Huang didn't even frown, he picked up a magazine and blocked it.

Lu Chen was shocked, stared wide-eyed for a long time, finally coughed, pretending to be calm: "Little uncle, your memory has come back..."

But still moved a place for Ning Huang with a guilty conscience: "Sit inside."

Ning Huang was thoughtful, and looked at him coldly: "Oh, there's also the matter of eating Xia Ziyu's vinegar, so it was because she helped me go home when I was at odds with you?"

Lu Chen bit the bullet and pretended to be good, and said softly, "Didn't I dare to say that at that time..."

Ning Huang laughed again, and went on to collect his debts: "Then send me here today, why did you talk to the program team behind my back?"

"I just watched the trending search, Cheng Xinran seems to have been exposed about business cooperation again?"

"He didn't even tell me about his relationship with Cheng Xinran, he just played tricks behind my back."

"Lu Chen, I remember, you were with me before..."

"Are you not so rebellious?"

Lu Chen even tore through the leather strap, swallowed, and said, "Well, little uncle..."

Knocked on the head by Ning Huang.

"It's too late, I'll settle the score with you later, go home."

It's early morning.

67.

It was dark outside the car window, and the two of them sat in the back seat like this.

Lu Chen frowned for a while, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth for a while, his eyes always drifted to his side, coveting his little uncle, but he couldn't get enough of it.

Ning Huang raised his eyebrows: "What's the matter? Tired of watching it?"

Lu Chen eagerly said no, but his eyes were stuck to his face and body, and he couldn't take them off.

He himself couldn't understand how the little uncle could look good at any age.

With beautiful eyebrows and cold demeanor, even looking at him coldly, there is an air of arrogance and laziness. The ordinary back seat of the car has the effect of sitting on a ruined throne.

After looking at it, I secretly went to grab the little uncle's hand and play with it.

Ning Huang propped his chin, pretending not to notice.

The little uncle's hands play the guitar, his fingers are slender and beautiful, and his skin is fair and delicate, but if you touch it carefully, you will find that there are thick calluses on the fingertips.

The skin peeled off and then grew back, and the skin peeled off after growing well. Afterwards, there was nothing to be seen on the outside, but when holding hands, touching his cheek, or even bandaging him, you will feel it. It's my uncle's hand.

He secretly kissed his fingertips.

Ning Huang was shocked by his idiot behavior, and curled up his fingertips, but he didn't pull them out, and hummed softly: "What's wrong with you."

Lu Chen lowered his eyes for a while and said, "That's right, I haven't changed back for a long time."

I just said a few words last time.

And he was completely forgotten again.

—and was beaten.

Lu Chen said this like a well-behaved dog who was lost and wronged.

Ning Huang opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything, he just stroked his hair.

This hand never let go again, from the underground parking lot, it was taken upstairs in a hurry, Ning Huang's sticky palms were sweating, and his face was also hot, thinking that it doesn't matter if the mother is getting smaller, why? When it changes back, it looks like an old tree blooming.

Back then when I was with Lu Chen, I wasn't so sticky.

In other words, he and Lu Chen have never been very clingy.

His eldest nephew moved into the house too early, and he was trained to look the most comfortable for him early on.

Ties, incense, sweaters and coats that suit him, gentle and restrained expressions.

Neither far nor near, neither deep nor shallow, just long and sincere.

It was true that Lu Chen let go of his vigilance and defense bit by bit by relying on such gentleness.

But it seems like...

Lu Chen has another face.

Bad-hearted, warm-hearted, loves to bully others, and loves to control him.

Lu Chen unlocked the lock with his fingerprint, entered the house, and said, "I'm going to have a supper, what do you want to eat?"

Ning Huang said unhappily: "It's almost here, what else to do, I'll make a bowl of instant noodles for you to eat, you go to bed quickly."

After a while, it's almost dawn.

Talking about going to instant noodles.

But Lu Chen didn't let go, dragged him back, and said, "Little uncle, can I serve you glutinous rice balls?"

The voice gradually softened and softened, and he said quite seriously: "...Little Uncle, I want to stay with you for a while longer."

It is not necessary to say anything.

That is, just stay awake and stay together.

Otherwise, if you turn your head, you will almost forget him.

Ning Huang looked at him for a long time, and muttered, "I want sesame stuffing."

Lu Chen's eyebrows stretched instantly, and he stepped on his slippers to boil water.

The light was orange, and the water was boiling. Lu Chen told him while he was busy, that he should not eat too many glutinous rice balls after staying up all night, just order a total of ten.

You can put a little liqueur, and you can mix it with sweet-scented osmanthus sauce, so that even the soup will be sweet and sweet, and it can warm your stomach after drinking it.

The glutinous rice balls are served, one by one, round and rolling in the hot soup, and the sweet wine and sweet-scented osmanthus are rolling in the soft coat.

One bowl per person, one bite, and the tongue is burned by the sugar sesame filling, and the overflowing sesame seeds are soft and collected in the snow-white porcelain spoon.

When Ning Huang raised his head, Lu Chen still stared at him.

Ning Huang was laughed at by him, and said: "When I lost my memory, didn't you pretend to be like that?"

The presence of the old god coaxed the idiot into a daze.

Lu Chen said: "Uncle, I can't panic if you lose your memory."

"You have forgotten everything, if I am not reliable, what will you do?"

Ning Huang snorted softly: "No selfishness?"

Lu Chen said softly: "There are also."

And there are many.

As for the unguarded, straightforward and simple side of the little uncle, how could he not be careless.

He whispered, "little uncle, you were so good when you were young."

Even if the shell is still stubborn, you can see the obedient and ignorant inside at a glance, which makes people's hearts melt.

Ning Huang laughed for a while.

Lu Chen asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm not like that to everyone,"

Ning Huang put down the porcelain spoon, squinted his eyes, and asked him lazily: "Do you know why you are so obedient?"

Lu Chen shook his head.

Ning Huang remembered how he felt when he lost his memory, and he almost couldn't hold back his smile.

"Because when I first moved in, I felt that this place is like home."

"And you are very kind..."

Ning Huang looked at Lu Chen's expectant eyes, was silent for a moment, and said.

"Like Mom."

——He didn't understand why he felt this way at the time, but it was this kind of weird kindness that made him, after losing his memory, treat Lu Chen extraordinarily well-behaved.

Lu Chen:? ? ?

The author has something to say:

Lu Xiaocaosi and the nickname of his university.

Sorry for the first time.

Boy mom for a day, boy mom for life.