Uncertain age difference

128.

Arriving here is the last day of co-sleeping, Ning Huang originally wanted to leave early, but there was the last party at the end of co-sleeping at night, Zhan Yan and several players enthusiastically persuaded him to stay and have a carnival together.

It's just that after all, it can't compare with a group of half-sized boys who are full of vitality and noisy.

Those who sing rap, those who open champagne, those who sing, there are also those who lost a bet to show hip-hop, and even Xia Ziyu is crazy about playing drums there.

There is a lot of noise everywhere, only Boss Lu's side can always make people peaceful.

Ning Huang nestled with him in a corner of the sofa that the camera could not capture.

Boss Lu was reading documents with a notebook on his lap, and the sound of light tapping on the keyboard was extremely soft and pleasant.

"Going to play?" Lu Chen said.

"No, what's the fun with a group of kids." He refused.

"Didn't you like playing games before?" Lu Chen said with a smile.

"That's amnesia." He denied it again.

"It's also a pleasure to have fun with them in the afternoon."

"It's just average."

Back and forth, Lu Chen held back a smile and spoke.

"Uncle."

"Ok?"

"...It's nothing." Lu Chen lowered his head and continued typing on the keyboard, but the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

Ning Huang snorted softly, taking advantage of no one's attention, and quietly got a little closer to him.

Arm against arm.

When people reach 34, they may not be so honest with others, but they are much more honest with themselves.

He was so attached to the tenderness and peace of mind around Lu Chen that he could even do nothing, smell the faint smell of citrus, and sit shoulder to shoulder with Lu Chen for a whole day.

He remembered his complaints when he lost his memory.

He is indeed a clingy person.

There seems to be someone playing the guitar over the restaurant, which is the prelude to Moon River.

He hummed along.

After singing a few lines, he suddenly saw Lu Chen looking at him, and couldn't help but come to his eldest nephew's status as a schoolmaster.

Suddenly, the roots of my ears felt hot, and my heart beat like a drum.

It was nothing else, he was thinking about whether his English pronunciation was timid.

When he was in school, his grades were very good. After he came out to wander in the middle, he learned all the loose English from English songs.

He likes many foreign bands, and he also likes to watch songs in movies, but he only sings best, and his spoken English is much worse.

But Lu Chen came over and told him to sing down.

He became more and more guilty, and said, "Why?"

Lu Chen stuck to his ear and said slowly: "You sing English songs..."

He frowned and said what, the pronunciation was wrong or the way of singing was wrong.

The corners of Lu Chen's mouth twitched, and he whispered, "It's all right, it's just... a bit sensual."

Ning Huang breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it would be fine if he mispronounced the word.

It was only after a while that I realized that this was wrong, and said, "Lu Chen, do you know that you are a prostitute who sees prostitution?"

Lu Chen said, "I'm serious."

His voice in singing Chinese songs is clear, and when it comes to English, it brings a little bit of lingering taste. Singing in his ears makes people feel soft and numb.

The little uncle made him feel embarrassed and flustered, and said after a while, "I kind of understand how you felt before."

"Ok?"

"...afraid of losing face," he said.

The two people who used to like to put on a show, didn't know what was going on, so they laughed.

But no one is embarrassed to look at anyone.

One looked down at the computer.

One turned his head to watch a group of contestants playing disco, lighting up a lantern ball, and dancing wildly.

Ning Huang's phone vibrated. He lowered his head and saw Lu Chen send him a message, saying, "I want to hold hands."

Shoulder to shoulder, insisting on sending a message, what's wrong.

He replied ferociously: "What are you holding? The surveillance is facing this way."

Far away, but not completely invisible.

Lu Chen sent a poor tearful big white dog.

This emoji was stolen from him.

Ning Huang laughed.

Don't say it, it's really a bit like him.

Lu Chen probably saw him smile, and added several big white dogs in a row, the screen is full of pitiful dog eyes.

Ning Huang hesitated for a moment, then looked at a coat between himself and Lu Chen, and quietly put his left hand under the coat.

Someone's right hand, which was jumping on the keyboard, secretly covered the back of his hand.

Lu Chen's hands were warm.

Covered by the coat, the movement is invisible, but the touch is extraordinarily delicate.

The palm of the other hand covered the back of his hand, rubbing it softly and intimately, and then playfully got into between his fingers, clasping his hand firmly.

He resisted not saying anything, pretending to be watching the contestants dancing hip-hop.

That hand pinched him dissatisfied, and secretly tickled his palm.

His fingertips curled up unconsciously, and they were grabbed by someone again. Calluses started and disappeared in his hand, which usually pressed the strings and climbed the grid. embarrassingly.

The roots of the ears also burned.

Seeing that Zhan Yan came over to talk to him suddenly, he subconsciously wanted to shake his hand.

But being held back, he gently rubbed the thin calluses on his fingertips more wantonly.

The technique is like rubbing the pink and tender pads of a kitten.

He scolded his mother in his heart, but he didn't want his younger generation to see the clue, so he frowned and asked what was wrong.

Zhan Yan said disheartenedly: "Mr. Ning, I lost the truth or dare, they asked me to ask..."

He glanced at Lu Chen without a trace in his eyes: "Do you have a date?"

As soon as I was talking, several people on the table over there stretched their necks and looked this way

He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, he was scratched again unexpectedly.

Lu Chen slowly drew a small heart on his palm.

—fucking, scheming.

He said, "Yes."

So the table over there was full of jubilation, some jumped up and down, and some sighed.

I still want to ask who it is, a man and a woman.

When Ning Huang gave him a look, they all shrank back in fright.

Extend it.

Ning Huang sneered and patted Lu Chen's hand.

Squinting at him with raised eyebrows, are you satisfied, my rogue nephew?

Lu Chen stared at him and thought, luckily the lights on the side of the sofa are dim, otherwise the whole world could see his little uncle blushing.

He lowered his head for a long time, and whispered while entangled with his neck.

Said: "Satisfied, thank you little uncle."

It's okay if he doesn't answer.

Such an answer.

Ning Huang wanted to sue him for playing hooligans with ordinary Chinese characters.

129.

After the two of them stood together for a while, Ning Huang became more and more absent-minded.

He wants to go home, and wants Boss Lu to serve him a bowl of hot noodle soup, then lie on his clean and soft sofa, and watch a new movie with Boss Lu.

Thoughts when I lost my memory.

It is exactly the same as the current thoughts.

Let alone a party, even one more person is too much.

So he secretly sent a message to Lu Chen, asking him if he wanted to escape.

Lu Chen looked at the sky outside and replied: It's raining outside.

Ning Huang glanced at it, and saw that it was rain, not even a sound of raindrops, so he whispered, "Is it in the way?"

He thought for a while and said, no problem, the car is parked outside.

So the two 30-year-olds tiptoed to pick up their shoes and umbrellas, and slipped out through the back door without even packing their luggage.

Ning Huang was holding an umbrella, mobile phone and computer.

Lu Chen squatted down and put on the shoes first, and then signaled Ning Huang to step into the shoes when he was done.

Ning Huang glared at her, and said, "What do you do, the things are attached, and I can wear them myself."

He looked up and said with a smile, "Keep your voice down, they will come out to arrest us in a while."

His eyes were glued to Ning Huang's ankles, and his throat was so dry.

Ning Huang lowered his voice and said, "They don't have time to talk about..."

Before he finished speaking, he gently grabbed Ning Huang's ankle and said, lift your foot.

His little uncle is also bewitched, and it is rare for him to obey him once.

He tied his shoelaces in a pretty bow, got up, and started running.

The Hesu base was built outside the wilderness, and Boss Lu's car was still parked far away, so the two of them stole an umbrella and huddled under it and walked crookedly. Before they got halfway, the rain became heavier.

They smashed down like soybean grains.

But even the shadow of the car has not been seen.

The two were dumbfounded relative to each other.

Ning Huang said: "Is it okay to agree?"

He still smiled like a good gentleman and said, "Little uncle, you came up with the idea."

As he spoke, he pulled Ning Huang under the umbrella again.

He vaguely heard his little uncle humming the song he just hummed.

Twodrifters, off to see the world.

There's such a lot of world to see.

Autumn rain is still cool.

After running to the car, turn on the warm air conditioner.

Both of them became drowned chickens.

Ning's hair could squeeze out water, and the water droplets flowed down the brows, the corners of the eyes, to the delicate Adam's apple and collarbone, and disappeared into the wet fabric.

But the smile on the corner of his mouth was bright, and he turned his head to look at him, deliberately picking on him in his mouth: "Boss Lu, I believe your evil."

He was also drowned, but Ning Huang raised his eyebrows.

Say, "Come here."

He leaned over obediently and said, "Why?"

Ning Huang hooked his neck, clasped the back of his head, and kissed his lips lightly: "Revenge."

Ning Huang was caught by him just like that.

First, it is a gentle and cautious temptation, and then it is a search like rain after a long drought.

Ning Huang clenched his shirt tightly.

His lips were eaten, his neck was kissed sticky, and his earlobe was bitten.

The eyebrows and eyes are familiar to him, and the lips are also the ones he has eaten countless times, and the smoke is like a prairie fire, so he can't help but continue.

Even the little uncle called him Lu Chen in a hoarse voice, but he didn't care.

Left and right will only be blocked by his lips.

Kiss endlessly.

The raindrops hit the car window, and Ning Huang grabbed the hand of his clothes, which was firmly held by him, and finally kicked lightly.

Ning Huang stared at him angrily, and said, take it easy.

The rain was damp, cold, and sticky.

Clinging between him and his skin, melted by heat.

He kissed his earlobe and said solemnly, no.

Ning Huang's eyes widened, and the obedient eldest nephew suddenly turned into an unscrupulous Boss Lu who flaunted his power, feeling a sense of crisis out of control.

But he was hugged and rubbed stickily again, and Lu Chen smiled in his ear and said, "Little uncle, I don't want to go on a business trip anymore, I will miss you."

"I miss you very, very much..."

He knew it was nonsense, but his heart softened.

Ning Huang's cold and sharp eyes also squinted silently, misty, and subconsciously touched Lu Chen's wet hair.

"I miss you as well."

he whispered.

His hot face was pecked again.

The love words, which were obviously joking, mixed with the sound of rain hitting the window, just like that made people feel confused.

Lu Chen leaned on his shoulder, secretly hiding his bad-hearted and obsessive look.

Quietly enjoy the soft and surging heartbeat that is rarely revealed by your sweetheart.

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Note: The song sung by the little uncle, "MoonRiver"

Twodrifters, off to see the world

There's such a lot of world to see

From the movie Breakfast at Tiffany's.