Uncertain age difference

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The exhibition hall is empty, and the employees of the company rarely come here during working hours. Only during breaks, occasionally someone will come to suck the hedgehog.

Lu Chen grabbed his shoulders, rolled his soft lips across his forehead, cheeks, and lips, and then separated a little, looking at him carefully.

Ning Huang looked at him with some dissatisfaction, but bumped into Lu Chen's bright, smiling eyes.

He clenched his hand unconsciously, but finally kissed it.

This time it got deeper, as if it was a kiss between adults. Unlike what I remembered, Lu Chen seemed to be his guide.

To lure him to stick out the tip of her tongue in a half-understood manner, to play with him tenderly, to hug him as if to comfort her, and to gently rub her fingertips against the back of his neck.

is sweet.

It's not the same as last night's feeling at all, and it's also different from previous experiences.

It is the warm sweetness that can only be tasted deep in the mind, and the half-hidden desire that is not suitable for children.

He was dazed by the gu, but unconsciously hugged Lu Chen tighter.

The breath belonging to Lu Chen floated to his nose intermittently, as if with an intoxicating, sweet scent of trapping, making the cool air warm up.

After kissing for a while, Lu Chen gently left him, giving him time to breathe.

He exhaled lightly, but out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of the little hedgehog in the glass lattice.

Still lying on the glass, eyes like little black beans, wet, watching them sticking together and kissing curiously.

Ning Huang's cheeks were tinged with heat.

Lu Chen followed his gaze, couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, and said, "Why are you shy, did your fellow clan see it?"

Ning Huang looked at him with raised eyebrows, and said, are you stupid, who is the same family as the hedgehog?

Lu Chen didn't speak.

The light-colored lips smiled gently, and the dark brown eyes were like caramel, sweet and slightly bitter. The oppressive and graceful demeanor at the age of 30 has also become a sweet bait.

He had hated that face so much yesterday.

Today, I was tempted beyond control again.

But I heard a "gurgling".

Ning Huang: ...

Lu Chen couldn't help laughing.

Ning Huang reluctantly parted from him, staring at his stomach in embarrassment and angrily, as if blaming it for dragging him down.

Lu Chen asked, "Come here without eating?"

Ning Huang let out a sullen "hmm".

The teacher's sister-in-law bought him food, but he didn't eat it and ran over in a hurry.

Lu Chen asked him how many chicken chops and rice he bought.

He said two servings.

Lu Chen said, "Go to my office?"

He said "hmm".

I just want to eat with him.

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Lu Chen's office is very bossy.

Large desk, thick and soft swivel chair.

The glass floor-to-ceiling windows on almost the entire wall allow you to see the night view and the snowflakes outside the window.

Next to it is a set of sofas for meeting guests, a wine cabinet, and a bookshelf.

It looks professional on the surface.

Until Mr. Lu opened the small refrigerator hidden on the wall, took out two cans of soda from inside, and even plugged in a straw.

Then he smiled and told him: "This place was originally designed to store safes."

"I think it's better to put it in the refrigerator."

Ning Huang couldn't help laughing.

The fried chicken cutlet rice bowl is delicious.

The soft and glutinous rice has been drenched and soaked in the chicken sauce, and the fried chicken chops are golden and crispy, and they are cut into square pieces that are just right for your mouth.

It is also served with fragrant seaweed and fried eggs.

If the carbohydrates exceed the standard, it is still fried.

It is satisfying to bite down.

Ning Huang ate and ate, couldn't help but secretly raised his eyes to look at him, then lowered his head, and ate his own.

Thought it hadn't been discovered.

When he lowered his head, Boss Lu looked at him and smiled.

Ning Huang's hunger disappeared a lot, and he muttered, "The rumors on the Internet...have any effect on you?"

Lu Chen asked: "What kind of rumor?"

Ning Huang took two mouthfuls of rice and said, "That's right, they said you lied to me."

Lu Chen said, "I lied to you."

Ning Huang frowned, as if he didn't understand what he lied to him.

Lu Chen hooked the corner of his mouth and said, "Kiss good night."

Ning Huang glared at him, and said, "It's different."

He knew very well that he was not tricked back by Lu Chen.

If another person appeared in front of him, how could he be brought into the house with a bowl of crab noodles.

But suddenly he was patted on the head.

Lu Chen smiled and said, "Don't worry, I can already solve many problems."

"Do not worry about me."

Ning Huang looked at him for a long time, and gave a soft "oh".

Indeed, Boss Lu is no longer afraid of pressure from his parents.

No longer afraid of affecting his work.

Everything between them is changing silently.

It seems that the passage of time alone has brought about many different things.

Boss Lu ate very quickly.

Ning Huang only ate half of the chicken chop rice, and he always felt that Lu Chen should not be full.

——Sure enough, the taller a person is, the more fuel he consumes.

Really good to eat.

If he really met him, he would definitely not be able to support this guy.

But if it's just rice and greens, maybe it's ok.

But people can't just eat rice and vegetables, they have to eat meat every week.

... How much did he pay for a night of resident singing at that time?

His mind was wandering, but he was still thinking about what was in front of him. Ning Huang said, "Lu Chen, come here for a while."

Lu Chen silently pushed the takeaway plastic bowl over.

Ning Huang seriously allocated half of his bowl to him.

I have a little left.

Like a long time ago, he frowned and said, "I can't eat anymore."

Ning Huang always eats very cleanly. He started to eat from one side and never touched the other half.

Lu Chen said, "Okay."

After a while, Ning Huang asked him again, saying, "Lu Chen, when you can eat the most, how much meat can you eat in one meal?"

Lu Chen guessed that his little uncle was thinking wildly again.

Lu Chen thought for a while and said, "The time when I could eat the most...it should be in middle school. When I was growing up, I also liked to play basketball."

"My parents left me food money, and I made chicken wings myself, served with rice, and I could eat a pot."

Ning Huang looked at him for a long time and said, "What a pot."

Lu Chen compared the sizes with his hands.

...It is really a big pot for food.

Ning Huang was silent for a while, thinking a lot.

Finally, with a complex expression, he said, "Lu Chen, it's better for you to be 30 years old."

You can support yourself, and most importantly, eat relatively little.

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After eating, Ning Huang obediently put away the takeaway boxes and put them in garbage bags

Lu Chen went to make mint tea for him, and went to work overtime by himself.

I have just eaten greasy fried chicken, which is very suitable for such a light and cool aroma.

Lu Chen took off the cushions on the sofa and asked him to sit on it, so that he could hold mint tea and watch the snow by the French windows.

He plugged in the noise-canceling headphones and listened to the new songs one by one.

Occasionally, someone came in and out to report work, and when they saw the people sitting by the window, they were stunned.

I just looked at Lu Chen's faint and soft expression, and pretended not to see it.

Even the voice of talking about work is much lower.

Ning Huang felt a little strange, obviously the same in the hotel.

But knowing that Lu Chen was in the same space as him, everything seemed more comfortable and gentle.

I don't know how long it took, Lu Chen seemed to be too busy. Walking behind him, he found that the little uncle was holding a blank notebook and drawing pictures.

He thought that the little uncle painted snow scenes.

When I got closer, I realized that I was drawing a big white dog who was annoyed at working overtime.

A clock is drawn next to it.

The big white dog was sitting at the desk, holding the mouse with one paw, propping his chin with the other paw, his head was a mess, and even his tail drooped in frustration.

Can't help but laugh.

His little uncle is really good at drawing such weird little stick figures.

Ning Huang asked him, "Is overtime over?"

"Well," he said, "little uncle, are you going home tonight?"

"Otherwise?" Ning Huang squinted at him and said, "I'm not the same as some people who just walk away."

His eyes drifted away.

Lu Chen's heart was boiling hot.

He hugged his little uncle in front of the French window, put his forehead against his forehead and said with a smile: "Little uncle, you are so easy to coax."

In my thirties, I don't lose my temper very much, even if I didn't expect it.

He said, do you know what happens when a brother makes a big mistake?

Ning Huang really didn't know.

Lu Chen smiled and said, "Apologize first, and then reflect on yourself."

Ning Huang snorted lightly, and said, "Haven't you figured it all out, think about it."

After a while, I couldn't help but pricked up my ears and said, "What if I don't apologize."

He says,

The sister-in-law went out to play by herself.

Don't kiss, don't hug, and don't let me touch you like this.

When Ning Huang said this, the clothes on Ning Huang's back were already crumpled, and his warm palms were slowly cruising.

They are hugging and sometimes kissing.

He seemed to be really talking about interesting stories between old friends, saying that the senior brother was messing around in the early years, and he had a face that he thought his sister-in-law cared too much when he fell in love.

Within half a year, he was tidied up.

It is said that he went out to play disco with his friends for a day.

The sister-in-law danced for two days.

He deliberately angered her and went to drink.

The sister-in-law went to Japan to soak in the hot springs.

He woke up four or five times when he was drunk and drunk, but his sister-in-law didn't come back, so he couldn't help but fly to arrest her.

The sister-in-law was in an extremely stable mood, she smiled and asked who he was, and if she harassed her again, she would call the police.

And block him with his own words.

Say I can't control you, and you can't control me.

You talk like this, let's talk like this, how deep the relationship is depends on fate, how long we talk depends on the sky, when I get tired of it, the two of us will get together and break up.

The senior brother came back disheartened like a defeated rooster.

I haven't been near my wife for several months.

The little hedgehog listened with fascination.

After looking at him for a while, he said, "Lu Chen, are you teaching me to bully you?"

Lu Chen paused, thought for a moment, and said softly.

is punishment.

The word has some obscene connotations.

With the tip of his tongue in his mouth, Lu Chen could feel a tinge of heat.

He wanted to teach him to lose his temper.

Teach him to treat him unscrupulously.

His behavior ran counter to what he said, sometimes kissing him lightly, sometimes kneading the back of his neck.

If Ning Huang was soft dough, he would have already rounded it and flattened it, pinching/playing with it recklessly in his hands.

He thought that those netizens' guesses were not completely unreasonable.

He is really a jerk who can trick little uncle into bed.

Ning Huang grabbed his tie and pulled it off abruptly.

It's hard for Ning Huang to resist the temptation to bully the big dog.

Especially this person is older and always has the upper hand when getting along.

Ning Huang's hand climbed up to his cheek, slightly hot fingertips, gently pressed his lips.

When she raised her head, she looked at him with green eyebrows and eyes, revealing an expectation that couldn't be concealed.

His breathing was a little fuzzy, and he asked softly, "But I can touch you, right?"

Lu Chen's kiss stopped, his voice was slightly hoarse in his ear, and he sighed with a smile, "Little uncle, you are torturing me."

Ning Huang's eyebrows and eyes were really as he wished, showing willfulness.

"But I want to touch you," he said.

If he wants to touch him, he must touch him.

If you want to go home with him, you have to go home with him.

Who made him say he loves him.