Uncertain age difference

179.

In fact, only Ning Huang knew that Lu Chen didn't drink much.

You can drink more beer, but you can't stand red wine and white wine. When you first started business, you didn't know your depth.

Now the little hedgehog has forgotten all about it, and it seems that Lu Chen shouldn't drink too much in front of the children.

But for some reason, when he mentioned his parents, he drank more and more while talking, and the bottle of red wine ran out in a short while.

After talking about it, he was already a little dizzy, the end of his eyes was also stained red, and he was dizzy.

He knew that he was drunk, and when the world was spinning, he heard Ning Huang approaching him and touching his face worriedly.

Say, "Are you all right?"

He squinted his eyes and saw Ning Huang picked up the wine bottle and looked at it, cursing.

Said: "Old rascal, you can also get drunk with thirteen degrees of wine."

"At your level, you still have the face to let me drink Coke..."

Lu Chen chuckled, hugged the little hedgehog in a daze, buried it in his lapel and whispered, "I'm not drunk, little uncle, I'm fine."

Ning Huang pushed him, but he didn't move, just said:

"Really, I usually feel uncomfortable when I see my mother, and I can't breathe, but today...it's very different."

"I don't know why, maybe it's because you're here."

She foolishly wanted to cover up her love affair, but was at a loss when she was kissed by him.

Worried about the relationship between him and his mother with a sad face, he was held hands in front of his face, wanting to turn his face but too embarrassed to turn his face.

Scene after scene, his heart softened when he saw it.

I don't know if it's because of this that even the atmosphere between him and his mother has eased a lot.

He vaguely felt the little hedgehog touching his head.

The child said in a low voice: "...she is actually quite worried about you."

"I know," his laugh stopped slowly, his voice was as light as a whisper in a dream, "they are very similar to my parents, maybe they will love me sometimes."

"But only I have enough money."

"They will respect me."

It's always been the same as when I was a child.

obedient.

Only when he is obedient will someone love him.

Lu Chen said in a low voice: "Uncle, if I hadn't met you, I wouldn't be like this today... Many things would be completely different."

The little hedgehog's fingertips paused.

He buried himself in the hedgehog's neck again, knowing that he had talked too much even in the wine, he just sighed softly: "I shouldn't have told you these things."

"You have become smaller, and you don't have any troubles anymore. You should be happy..."

Lu Chen kissed his lips.

She rubbed the tip of his nose again.

Ning Huang disliked his alcohol smell.

I couldn't bear to push him away.

Frowning, he kissed him twice.

Seeing that Ning Huang's face was tainted with red, he smiled and murmured to him again: "Little uncle, the more you grow up, the more beautiful you become, and the better you are, the better you can't be matched."

"But the older I get, the more annoying things I encounter."

"As long as you can't remember anything, it's fine. I raise you like a child, and I can't remember anything that bothers me."

He vaguely felt that Ning Huang was trying to help him up.

But he was too big, and he didn't want to move, so he fell straight down, and then he pulled Ning Huang into his arms with force.

The night wind in late autumn was very cold, but he hugged his little uncle tightly, refusing to let go.

It made Ning Huang blush and yelled at him fiercely.

After a while, fearing that he would catch a cold while sleeping on the sofa, Ning Huang struggled hard to get up and carry him.

Failed again, he was pulled into his arms and kissed his face to play hooliganism.

Repeated this several times, after a while there was no movement.

He was pinched in the face.

The little uncle sat on his lap, his tone became lazy, and said, "Nephew, let go."

He let go of his hand in embarrassment.

Ning Huang stood up, helped him into the house, staggered while helping him, sighed, and said, "Eldest nephew, if I don't grow up, who cares about you."

"You're going to die of drunkenness outside, I'm weaker, and I can't even pull you up."

"It doesn't matter if you are tall, but your muscles are dense..."

Lu Chen hung on him and laughed drunkenly, and as soon as he entered the room, he pressed Ning Huang into his arms again.

Foolishly shed tears.

"Little uncle, why have you changed back again?"

"Why do I always miss you so much?"

180.

As soon as Ning Huang regained his memory, what he faced was the scene where his boyfriend was drunk.

At the age of 34, he has seen all kinds of scenes, and he has long been familiar with Lu Chen's drunkenness-after all, he looks the same every time he gets drunk.

First of all, relying on acting like a baby, getting drunk, sticky and grinding.

After a while, when the alcohol is completely on, people start to become stupid, acting on instinct, and occasionally uttering a few nonsense.

At this time, it is impossible to stop him, his brain is not working well, so he can only let him act on his own.

Boss Lu's instinct.

Just sweep the floor, wash the dishes, and wipe the furniture.

Looking down, he found that his clothes were dirty, frowned in distress, began to take off his clothes, and threw them into the washing machine in disgust.

I can even proficiently remember which button the washing machine is, and the washing machine will start to work after three or two clicks.

Then... Lu Chen went to the kitchen and put on the apron.

Then the macho apron knelt on the ground and began to mop the floor.

Even the sweeping robot that was working next to him was kicked under the sofa by Boss Lu because he thought his colleagues were stealing the job, and he was pitifully dizzy.

Ning Huang, who was lying on the sofa and watching his drunken madness with evil intentions, suddenly widened his eyes: ... things were beyond his imagination.

Although from his point of view, this scene is actually quite interesting.

With his back to him, Lu Chen kneeled and wiped the floor, with only apron straps on his back. His back muscles were well-proportioned, strong and beautiful, and slightly hot under the influence of alcohol.

But I looked at the distance again, late autumn, late at night, three o'clock in the morning.

The heating has not come on, and the air conditioner can't warm the floor.

He had just recovered his memory, and if Boss Lu went on like this, he would have to sleep in the guest room again tomorrow.

Ning Huang was silent for a long time, then called softly: "Boss Lu?"

Lu Chen, who was wiping the floor, suddenly stood up and looked at him fixedly.

The eyes are still very silent, at first glance there is a bit of threatening momentum.

If it weren't for this attire, he really wouldn't be able to tell he was a drunk.

Ning Huang tried to communicate with the drunk man: "...It's three o'clock, it's time to go to bed."

Lu Chen walked over slowly and stared at him for a long time.

Ning Huang wondered if he was drunk and didn't hear it, so he repeated it again, saying, "It's time, it's time to go to bed, can we mop the floor tomorrow?"

Lu Chen frowned, squatted down beside the sofa, and said softly, "...Little Uncle, do you have foot pain?"

Ning Huang raised his eyebrows and was slightly startled: "Why does my foot hurt?"

However, Lu Chen had already started to take off his socks, leaned over cautiously, looked for the glass shards on the bottom of his feet with those gentle eyes that could not see the slightest drunkenness, and whispered, "...Where is it stuck?"

Ning Huang figured it out now.

It was Boss Lu who was still stuck in the mess he recalled and couldn't get out.

He withdrew back, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, he said: "I didn't tie it up, whether it's your memory loss or my memory loss, why can't you get out?"

But Boss Lu grabbed his ankle.

It's like pliers, you can't get it back even if you earn it.

Lu Chen's eyes dimmed, his voice became hoarse, and he said, don't move, I'll look for it.

He can't make money with this drunk, so he can only let him run amok, and if he wants to look for it, he can look for it.

So the fingertips kneaded inch by inch and dawdled.

Slowly, he looked for the broken glass that didn't exist at the bottom of his feet.

People who drink alcohol, even the fingertips are hot.

Under the slightly cool body temperature, the sense of presence became more and more publicized, and the heat burned all the way to his face.

Ning Huang didn't dare to look at him, but turned his head away.

When touching the sole of the foot, Ning Huang trembled violently, subconsciously flinching.

Lu Chen hooked the corner of his mouth, little uncle, are you ticklish?

But he hooked his fingertips again.

Deliberately scratched twice.

Like hooked on his heart.

Ning Huang was shaking violently, gritted his teeth and hummed: "Lu Chen."

Lu Chen let go of his hand proudly.

Smile innocently and harmlessly.

As if it was just a little joke.

Ning Huang was so embarrassed that he came back to his senses after a while, and turned his head away, not knowing whether he was scolding him or to himself: "Fuck... are you drunk?"

There was no such link in getting drunk before.

Could it be pretending to be drunk to trick him?

He vaguely remembered the scene when Lu Chen wanted to flirt with every single rose when he lost his memory.

For a while, he was distracted, thinking that Boss Lu is usually quite normal, but during this time... I'm afraid he's so overwhelmed.

But suddenly.

There was a soft touch on the back of the foot.

Let the jelly touch it.

...? ? ! !

He lowered his head and saw Lu Chen looking at him, and said softly, "Little uncle, it doesn't hurt anymore..."

The expression when he raised his eyes was as gentle and obedient as a 23-year-old idiot dog, poking directly at the tip of his heart.

Ning Huang's Adam's Apple just like this, moved without any hope.

He guessed he must have swallowed.

Lu Chen was unaware of his reaction, and even entered his own script back then.

He restrained and forbearance frowned, hiding his uneasy expectation, squatting in front of Ning Huang, and said cautiously: "It's too late, shall I carry you to rest?"

For a period of time after Ning Huang stepped on the broken glass, it was not convenient to move.

His eldest nephew coaxed him with such a gentle voice, and then hugged him around the house.

The 34-year-old Ning Huang looked at Boss Lu's apron, and secretly spat at himself.

It's shameless to think he's fucking himself.

But still turned his head away,

A faint look of anticipation and a smile filled the corners of his brows and eyes.

He snorted softly and said, "Hold on, drunkard."