Uncertain age difference

130.

The two wanted to do some shameless things, but they didn't want Boss Lu to catch a cold as soon as they went back.

Originally, the business trip for the past few days consisted of trudging back and forth. I hurried back and finally got a good night's sleep. That night, I drove in the rain first, and then let the air conditioner in the car blow.

When I came back, I had a terrible headache.

After taking a shower, my eyes and footsteps were groggy, and my head was still covered with a large towel, and I didn't even know how to wipe it. The water dripped down my hair, and I didn't say a word, and buried it in the crook of my neck.

That little water was all soaked into the pajamas that Ning Huang had just changed into.

Ning Huang wiped his hair with one hand, and touched his forehead with the other. Good guy, he has a fever.

He couldn't help swearing, saying that he would have returned to the base if he had known earlier, and he would dry himself off before leaving.

Lu Chen snorted in his neck: "Isn't it a waste of time?"

Besides, who wants to get together with a group of brats.

Ning Huang said, "That's better than catching a cold."

Lu Chen didn't know what to say, so he just smacked his neck. In just a short while, the clothes made Boss Lu's head wet a lot.

Ning Huang took a lot of effort to dry Lu Chen's hair with the big bath towel, and forced him to dry it before pushing him onto the bed to take his temperature.

I changed my clothes again, ran to the medicine cabinet to find medicines, and poured warm water. At the last look, it was 37 degrees six.

It's okay, it's considered a low-grade fever, and it won't be confused.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief, watched him take the medicine, and began to recover his temper again, adding insult to injury: "I've never seen you so stupid, stupid and unlucky."

"It's raining together, so I'm fine."

You have to kiss in the car before you dry it off, and if you ask him to stop for a while, you still pretend to say no.

Tsk, patience.

Without saying a few words, the 30-year-old boss Lu couldn't hold back his face, and pulled the quilt over his head extremely unhappy, expressing that he didn't want to talk to him.

——The sicker you become, the more childish you become.

Ning Huang couldn't help laughing, poked the quilt, and asked, "Is there anything else that feels uncomfortable? I'll call the family doctor tomorrow morning?"

"No need," Lu Chen's voice muffled in the quilt, "Take some medicine, and you'll be fine in two or three days."

Ning Huang said again: "What should I do now? Get you some porridge?"

Only then did Lu Chen pull down the quilt a little, revealing a pair of expectant eyes and said, "Can you cook?"

Ning Huang said, "I'll order you a takeaway."

Lu Chen pulled the quilt back again, pretending to be asleep unhappy.

It's almost a few large characters on the back.

Refuse to take out.

Ning Huang pulled off his quilt again, and flicked his forehead lazily: "I'll cook it for you, if you dare to eat it, I'll bury it."

Lu Chen finally smiled and said softly, "Why don't you dare?"

Ning Huang snorted softly, pulled on his slippers and used his mobile phone to order groceries from the supermarket, thinking what was wrong with Boss Lu, he was sticky and sticky this time, and he had a bad temper when he was sick.

It's even better now, I've learned to put on faces for him.

Why does it look more and more like...

behave in a spoiled manner.

Such a word suddenly popped up in my mind.

Suddenly I feel better.

131.

The dishes were delivered quickly, Ning Huang cleaned the bathroom a little, and quickly went into the kitchen.

Lu Chen had a low fever on the bed, listened to the movement, and couldn't lie still, so he tiptoed to the kitchen to take a peek.

The freshly bought ingredients are still on the countertop. Judging from the ingredients, they should be used to make shredded chicken porridge with shiitake mushrooms.

His little uncle is standing in the kitchen cutting mushrooms.

His freshly washed and blow-dried hair was casually tied behind his head. Off-white V-neck cotton long sleeves, loose home sweatpants, and his usual cream-yellow apron, holding a chef's knife, bowed his head The look in the eyes is extraordinarily warm.

The windows were wet, the rain was rippling outside, and the sky was pitch black.

But Ning Huang is a soft and warm existence under the lamplight.

He couldn't help but take a second look.

As a result, I saw sliced ​​shiitake mushrooms chopped into pieces on the cutting board.

Lu Chen wanted to laugh, but held back.

After a while, Ning Huang took out the chicken breast he had just bought in the supermarket, stared blankly for a while, frowned at the recipe and thought about it for a long time, and finally dismembered it carefully and solemnly into ugly pieces.

According to the recipe, cut the onion and ginger step by step, boil water, and blanch the ingredients.

He raised the measuring cup filled with rice, confirmed the scale against the light, and squinted his eyes in a serious manner, as if he was doing a rigorous chemical experiment.

The few strands of hair that couldn't be tied swayed slightly with the movements, making people's hearts sway.

Ning Huang lowered his head and searched the phone for a long time, then suddenly raised his head.

He quickly dodged behind the wall.

I heard Ning Huang talking to himself inexplicably: "...one to eight...one to four...one to ten...why do you say it all differently?"

"How come there are so many tricks in cooking porridge? Is it an elixir..."

After a while, he seemed to choose between asking the sick Lu Chen and asking others.

In the end, he chose to call Xia Ziyu.

Afraid that Lu Chen in the room would hear it, he asked in a low voice, "I'm Ning Huang... Yes, I'm leaving first, you guys are too noisy."

"Don't worry about this, shredded chicken porridge with mushrooms, the ratio of rice to water..."

"It's porridge, the porridge you drink."

"It's not Boss Lu, I cook the porridge..."

Suppressing his temper, he asked several questions in a nonchalant manner, but apparently he didn't ask, and finally couldn't hold back, his head was as big as a bucket: "Xia Ziyu, how much did you drink?"

"...Forget it, drink yours, and remember to ask the manager to pick you up."

Over there, it was obvious that Xia Ziyu had already had a good time and couldn't care about him anymore.

Ning Huang stared at the phone, gave a "tsk" impatiently, and sent a message to Xia Ziyu's manager.

Leaning against the wall again, another person dialed the phone.

"Yes, I'm Ning Huang... No, it's not about the album. I haven't heard your new song yet. Why should I scold you?"

"Then what, mushroom shredded chicken porridge..."

Lu Chen lowered his head and subconsciously covered his mouth.

His shoulders shrugged silently twice, and he finally suppressed the surge of laughter in his throat.

But poured out from the bottom of the eye.

132.

Before meeting Lu Chen, Ning Huang had no idea about taking care of others.

His requirements for his own survival are that he has food and shelter, as long as he is alive, and he can go to a restaurant to have a good meal occasionally, that is all he requires.

It is even more so with others.

But after meeting Lu Chen.

Only then did I vaguely realize that there was a change in one more person in my life.

When he fell ill after the concert, he stayed in a hospital outside the city for several days. Later, Lu Chen couldn't hold back and found an excuse to come and see him.

He really didn't want to refuse at that time.

Bringing porridge, vegetables and fruits, the handsome and slender boy came over with big and small rolls, and it was rare to be a little silly.

He had an IV in his left hand, and only his right hand could eat. It was also covered with the adhesive tape after the infusion, and there were still many traces of hanging bottles. Lu Chen pursed his lips when he saw it, and said why he had so many injections.

He said that the condition has been recurring recently, and my blood vessels don't seem to be very beautiful, and the nurses are very laborious to tie them.

As he spoke, scooping up a spoonful of porridge water, his frowning brows unconsciously relaxed.

Rarely not picky.

Lu Chen didn't say anything else, sighed, helped him arrange the porridge and water, and asked him whether he should eat apples or oranges.

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Lu Chen sat by his bed seriously and peeled oranges for him.

In the solitude of the hospital, Lu Chen sat there, like a small warm lamp beside his bed.

The orange was handed to his mouth, he bit it, the thin skin broke open, and the sweet and sour juice flowed wantonly in his mouth.

He whispered: "Go back tonight, don't you still have to study?"

Lu Chen shook his head and said it was okay.

Go to peel another orange for him.

In fact, he really didn't want Lu Chen to accompany him in bed, because when he was not feeling well, his temper would not be very good.My throat hurts, my head hurts, sometimes my nose can't breathe, and I don't have the patience to speak. I don't want to say a few words, so I always want to drive Lu Chen away, so as not to make him angry.

But Lu Chen acted as if he couldn't hear, and helped him raise the pillow, asked him if he was comfortable, would put the medicine box under his infusion hand, and would help him adjust the flow rate of the needle.

Occasionally, I would sit beside his bed to read documents and write reports, and after finishing a bottle of injection, I would find a nurse to change it for him.

Then seriously ask the nurse what is suitable for him to eat.

Seeing that they were both good-looking, the nurse regarded them as brothers. While changing the bottle, the nurse smiled and said, "Did you two grow up together? The relationship is really good."

After hearing this, Ning Huang felt a sense of pride when he looked at Lu Chen again.

So he didn't chase him away anymore, but jokingly said, "Lu Chen, why don't I adopt you as my adopted son in the future."

"When I get old, I will only need someone like you to be filial at the bedside."

Lu Chen stopped typing on the keyboard and looked at him with a helpless expression.

He laughed and said, "Your father cares about men you like, I don't care, I'm richer than your father, and I will inherit all the property to you..."

The big boy's helpless and sad expression was even worse, and even the corners of his mouth drooped: "Little uncle..."

It was rare for him to feel better, and a smile followed.

Lu Chen saw that he was bored, so he asked him if he wanted to watch a movie.

The two of them set up a small table and used Boss Lu's notebook to watch Disney.

When the characters sang, he couldn't help but beat the time and hum.

But the hand hanging the needle couldn't move, and if he moved, Lu Chen would hold him down, saying don't knock the needle off.

After coming down several times, he gently covered the back of his hand with his palm, and said in a low voice, "During the infusion, your hands will be very cold."

"I'll warm you up for a while."

He couldn't see Lu Chen's expression clearly, he only knew that Lu Chen's hand was indeed very warm at that time.

He was stunned for a while, before finally saying "hmm".

The character on the screen was still singing vigorously, but the song he was humming halfway, suddenly stopped.

But I couldn't help but wander off, thinking, this is a bit like holding hands.

It's like the kind of student couple who are dating in a movie theater. They are embarrassed to get close to each other on the street, so they hold hands silently in a dark corner.

Then he led her all the way and walked out of the cinema.

Everyone pretended not to notice.

—This fantasy is silly.

133.

Lu Chen looked at it for a long time, and watched Ning Huang put all the ingredients into the rice cooker before lying down reluctantly.

After a while, Ning Huang brought the porridge over, and found him a small table propped on the bed, so that he could drink slowly.

Mushroom shredded chicken porridge is steaming hot.

Ning Huang was a little uncomfortable, his eyes drifted, and he touched the back of his neck and said, it was quite successful.

——He himself didn't expect that, apart from the fact that the vegetables were cut ugly, the taste was actually pretty good.

Lu Chen snickered in his stomach.

He watched his little uncle follow the recipe step by step, clumsily and seriously.

It's hard not to be successful.

But on the surface, he still looked weak and tired, and said sickly: "Uncle, I'm sick."

Ning Huang said: "Nonsense, why are you lying here if you are not sick?"

He showed an upright and gentle look, and asked softly, "...Can you feed me?"

Ning Huang looked at him for a long time, and said blankly, "Lu Chen, you have a cold."

"It's not a broken arm."

"Do you still need me to help you pee for a while?"

Lu Chen was choked up by him, and lowered his eyes in disappointment: "Oh..."

He hadn't had much hope.

It's just that recently, because of Ning Huang's illness, he has a vague feeling: Ning Huang is more tolerant of him than he imagined.

So I couldn't help but want to go beyond the boundary of getting along with each other, and secretly tried again and again.

He stretched out his hand dawdly.

But he saw that Ning Huang's hand holding the spoon stopped. After all, he scooped a spoon from the side of the bowl. After hesitating for a long time, he handed it to his mouth.

He snorted softly and said, "Open your mouth."

See him stupid.

Ning Huang became more and more embarrassed, and his eyes drifted away. After a while, he wanted to withdraw his hand and said, "I just said, it's not like you broke your hand..."

The two are in their 30s, no matter how you look at them, they look weird.

I don't know if Lu Chen's brain was kicked by the donkey to come up with such a proposal.

Ning Huang hesitantly withdrew his hand, but suddenly his wrist was gently grabbed and pulled over. When he let go, the spoon was already empty. He heard Lu Chen hold back a smile and say, "From now on, it's broken."

Lu Chen thought.

The little uncle should not be so nice to him.

He can't help but push his feet.