Uncertain age difference

160.

Lu Chen admitted that he was severely divided at that time.

In front of people, under the lights, and under the sun, he is Ning Huang's reliable nephew, a gentle and elegant student, and Ning Huang's cohabitant that even his manager can trust.

He pretended to be so dignified and calm, but in the dark, he looked like a pervert who was haunting Ning Huang.

But he may not be entirely to blame for this incident. He thought that the movie theater incident was just an accident of jealousy and impulsiveness, but later he turned the accident into a habit.

Before Ning Huang participated in an awards ceremony, it happened that the regional circuit was being repaired, and the power at home was cut off.

Before he could find the spare battery flashlight, he heard the sound of Ning Huang hitting the corner of the bed.

He could only run to Ning Huang's bedroom first.

With the faint moonlight outside the window, he could see his uncle's shirt was half buttoned, and he was rummaging through suit pants in the closet with his bare legs.

He paused for breath.

Ning Huang scratched his hair and asked him casually, "Where's the suit that the manager sent?"

He said: "Hang it outside for fear of getting wrinkled."

Ning Huang grabbed his hair and wanted to bounce off the bed.

Hold him by the shoulder.

"It's worn backwards." He rubbed his fingertips against the seam of the shirt, and sighed softly, "I'll get it for you."

Ning Huang's ears turned red unconsciously, and he let out a "huh".

He went to pick up the suit and came back, and saw that Ning Huang's shirt had been taken off, and he was squinting his eyes trying to distinguish the front and back by the moonlight outside the window.

Then he took over, took out the sleeves in twos and twos, and said, "Don't move, I'll wear it for you."

He suddenly appeared behind Ning Huang, which startled the little uncle.

The roots of his ears were red for a long time, Ning Huang moved his lips and said, why is there no sound when walking.

He smiled, and whispered, "Little uncle, do you have poor night vision?"

Ning Huang gave a "hmm" and said, "Everything else is fine, you can't drive late."

He put the clothes on Ning Huang from behind, and the thin shirt cloth covered his clean back, and he whispered, "Stretch out your hand."

Looking from behind, one can see that Ning Huang's shoulders, neck, and back are stretched tensely, and his slightly long hair swayed gently on his shoulders and neck. Maybe it's because of the darkness, or maybe it's because of him.

Something reversed in this instant.

——In just a moment, he had many evil thoughts.

In the end, he just went from behind to help Ning Huang button the buttons.

It was as if he was hugging someone in his arms.

It is a silk satin shirt, which is as blue as a lake under the moonlight. Only the sharp and fragile texture of Ning Huang's thin blade makes this dress look like a soft satin for wiping a knife.

He started from the second button and went down one by one. His movements were cautious, but his arms were inevitably and slowly retracted along with the movements.

The air was silent and silent, only Ning Huang's ears were getting redder and redder, he lowered his head and said softly: "Little uncle, you are a bit too thin."

Much thinner than he imagined.

Ning Huang only gave a low "um", but did not blame the ambiguous words.

The shirt was through, and he picked up the suit pants. Ning Huang suddenly became alert, turned around in a hurry, kicked him lightly, and said, "I can wear it myself."

He let go.

But suddenly kissed his lips.

Ning Huang fell down and sat on the edge of the bed, and he followed suit, pushing between his knees, kissing recklessly and abruptly.

The night was so thick that it covered up the moonlight, and he also became dizzy, as if the night had erased everything in the day, and he was just Ning Huang's shadow under the bright spotlight, raised by his uncle. A dog by the side.

He can see lazy and arrogant brows and eyes in the dark,

Adam's apple rises and falls when breathing,

The finely carved jade texture under the silk satin.

But he could only taste a tiny bit of sweetness on his lips.

only a little bit.

Ning Huang grabbed the back of his head and said, Lu Chen, it's okay.

In the darkness, the little uncle even breathed with heat.

He was buried unwillingly in the crescent of his neck.

Ning Huang gritted his teeth: "When can't you go crazy, and the manager will come up to remind you later."

Only then did he get up slowly, watching the little uncle put on his pants, socks wrapped around his ankles, put on a suit, and tie up his ponytail again.

Suddenly, he didn't want the little uncle to walk out of the dark house and onto the radiant red carpet.

So he hugged him from behind.

Ning Huang pushed him, but he couldn't move, but there was a hint of a smile in his voice, and he said, "Why don't I take you there?"

He shook his head, lowered his head to straighten the cuffs of the little uncle, and buttoned another pair of cuff buttons.

Ning Huang squinted his eyes for a while, confirmed that he didn't seem to have seen it before, and said, "Where did this come from?"

He doesn't speak.

Ning Huang whispered, "Lu Chen, you bought it for me, didn't you?"

He was silent for a moment, then nodded muffled in the crook of his neck.

Ning Huang knew the price at a glance, frowned immediately, and gave him a slight elbow, saying that he is still a student, who taught you to spend money recklessly, don't think that I will give you living expenses, so you don't have to worry , there will be more places to spend money when I work in the future...

But as he talked, his voice became quieter, and the corners of his mouth still curled up. He touched and touched the cuff button with his fingertips, and whispered, "...it's pretty pretty."

161.

There was no call from home for a long time.

He watched the award ceremony that day on the screen of his mobile phone.

Through the small screen, he can clearly capture every flashing shot.

Ning Huang's shirt really looked good in it. The suit was not as tight as others, but loose and lazy. The lake blue cuff buttons matched the shirt.

When he lowered his head to talk to another male singer beside him, his ponytail swayed slightly, his eyebrows were raised, and he showed a faint smile.

Maybe it was being praised, and I felt proud of it.

Lu Chen read his expression quietly, his eyes were fixed on his lips, his tall figure curled up on the bed, hotly reminiscing about the lingering sweetness at the corner of his lips.

Ning Huang took back more than one trophy that night, and it was listed on the hot search headlines for a long time.

The spotlight was all on him, and when he got up, he passed one glamorous person after another, and gently hugged Xia Ziyu.

Received the trophy, and a huge bouquet of flowers.

It was a bouquet of pastel champagne roses.

It suits him very well.

He recorded the part where he stood on the stage, and watched it silently for a long time through the screen.

Seeing it again and again reminds me of the kiss from hours ago.

He switched to the information interface, and in the dark, typed word by word.

It's really good looking today.

like.

I like it very much.

I want to kiss you so much.

Another word was deleted.

Write last.

Uncle, I want to sleep at the foot of your bed.

As if bewitched by this night, I clicked send.

But I heard a soft "pop".

The lights came on.

Then the lights were brightly lit, and the TV that hadn't been turned off also made a sound.

He must have been stunned by the lights for a few seconds, and suddenly realized how much his message just now looked like a pervert.

Withdrew in a panic and hurriedly.

He was terribly frightened, for fear that his little uncle would see that article and ask him what he had withdrawn.

He quickly sent several more messages.

Said, little uncle, I watched the awards ceremony.

The song is very nice.

You are good too.

I mean, congratulations.

He stared blankly at the phone screen, but his little uncle didn't reply, so he looked at the message "You have withdrawn a message" displayed on it.

The heart was beating thumpingly, but it was empty and had nowhere to rest.

...Perhaps, he really wanted to sleep at the foot of his little uncle's bed.

162.

After the award ceremony, the banquet was between the fragrance of clothes and the shadows on the temples.

Only the award-winning and proud musicians from Ningda University leaned against the corner and played with their mobile phones.

The corner of his mouth was raised just now, and within a few seconds, it drooped down quickly.Instead, he frowned inexplicably and looked at his phone for a long time.

Xia Ziyu was holding a wine glass, and asked lazily beside him: "Musician Ning, where are you checking money?"

Ning Huang snorted lightly, and muttered, "It would be fine if I could test it."

On the screen was Lu Chen sending him congratulations.

In less than 1 minute, it was withdrawn.

Damn, I kissed and kissed and hugged.

Now when he thinks of Lu Chen acting like a big dog before leaving the door, he feels his heart tremble unconsciously.

Now, just say congratulations to him?

——Is he waiting for him to send congratulations?

Sooner or later he would make his eldest nephew mad.

I just ran into the assistant coming over with a huge bouquet of champagne roses and asked him whether to put it in the trunk or the back seat of the car.

Ning Huang pressed the phone screen angrily, and said, "Why plug it in?"

The assistant said, "Didn't you say you want to take it home?"

Xia Ziyu let out a mocking laugh.

He didn't bother to talk to Xia Ziyu, and said unhappily, "Screw it, I'll leave it to you."

The assistant took the flowers away.

After he finished speaking, he actually felt a little regretful.

The color of champagne roses under the lights is neither strong nor dull, just warm enough.

...It really looks like Lu Chen.

The bad friend was right next to him. He was embarrassed to go back on his words again, so he lowered his head and started sending messages, wanting to ask Lu Chen what he had withdrawn.

He didn't think of what to say for a long time, so he grinned his teeth and asked Xia Ziyu with a ferocious face, "Have you ever talked about someone younger than you?"

The female star took a sip of the wine and said, which type are you asking.

Ning Huang said: "I'm only 23 and four years old, the type who is very good at studying."

The female star said: "Oh, big nephew."

"It's not him!" Ning Huang's ears burned badly.

Xia Ziyu was noncommittal.

After a while, Ning Huang frowned again and said, "Okay... If he is the type who said something ambiguous and then retracted it, what does that mean?"

Xia Ziyu raised his eyebrows: "What are you talking about?"

Ning Huang's ears turned red again, and he didn't want to say it out, so he secretly put the phone back in his pocket and said, "Forget it, forget it, pretend I didn't ask."

Xia Ziyu laughed loudly again.

"Ning Huang, I don't know what your eldest nephew means."

"But you..." the female star summed up precisely, "You fell."

Xia Ziyu went to drink in a good mood.

Only Ning Huang was left standing there, fuming with anger.

Fuck it, he just asks casually.

Who the fuck did it!

After a while, I took out my phone again and looked at the still conversation page.

Typing question: Is there still a power outage at home?

Lu Chen replied: I just switched on the electricity.

Ning Huang asked: Did you not cook?

Lu Chen said: Not yet.

Ning Huang wanted to say starve to death.

The last thing that came out was: What do you want to eat, I will bring you a midnight snack later.

163.

Early morning, long dream all night.

The 30-year-old Boss Lu turned over, feeling empty around him.

After thinking for a while, I remembered that I slept with Ning Huang last night.

I don't know if it's because the little uncle has been retrieving new memories recently, so many things from a long time ago are always being pulled out from the depths of his memory, even the dreams are old things in his twenties.

He rubbed his eyes and got up, and saw a light yellow post-it note beside the bed, which was written in Ning Huang's dog crawling characters, to the effect that the show was going to be recorded on location, so he left early, and bought breakfast on the way.

I also drew a little man eating pancakes while walking.

Lu Chen took off the post-it note, squinted his eyes and looked at it for a long time, and was sniped several times by cuteness.

The corner of his mouth curled up, he carefully folded the post-it note in half, put it on the bedside, and planned to store it in his study later.

Breakfast... If the little uncle is not here, you can eat whatever you want.

There should still be bread in the fridge.

When he walked out of the room, he was stunned.

There is a large bouquet of champagne roses on the dining table in the living room, dripping a little dew in the morning sunlight.

There is also a card quietly inserted in the rose bouquet.

The dog crawling character is exactly the same as a post-it note.

【For Mr. Snail】

The author has something to say:

23-year-old big dog: I want to sleep at the foot of my wife's bed, woo woo woo, I'm so perverted, I'm so rotten

30-year-old Dagou: I picked up my wife and ran away, and I still want to do this to my wife, I am a pervert!It's nice to be perverted!

It is gratifying to make great progress.