I am poor, I installed [Quick Transmigration]

The well-dressed and handsome young man was slowly approaching the embrace lying on the sofa with his head lowered. When Lu Liao opened the door, his blood pressure immediately went up when he saw this scene.

The air in the entire box became thinner.

The raging flames in his chest were rising steadily, and bloodshot eyes filled Lu Liao's eyes in an instant. He stepped forward step by step, and saw Rong Huai lying on the sofa with his eyes closed, his face flushed.

He Beichen has woken up from the confusion just now. He recognizes Lu Liao. This face often appears in major financial newspapers. His father caught him on the spot, so he wished he could find a crack in the ground and sneak in.

"What did you do to him?" Lu Liao stared at Rong Huai's blushing sleeping cheek, lowered his head and kissed Rong Huai's brow.

Seeing that Lu Liao had misunderstood, He Beichen hurriedly explained: "We were chatting before, Rong Shao was drunk, because I don't know where Rong Shao usually lives, so I originally planned to take him back to where I live."

"Don't bother." Lu Liao easily hugged Rong.

Walking to the door, Lu Liao paused, and said in a cold voice, "Rongrong has very few friends. If you still want to be his friend, put away your dirty thoughts."

He Beichen's heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

Furthermore, a very strange feeling emerged in my heart, if the two were not father and son, Lu Liao's kissing action just now, and this slightly jealous warning, were like... an oath of sovereignty.

But how is this possible?

He Beichen shook his head, dispelling this ridiculous idea.

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Back at the old house, Lu Liao got out of the car with Rong Huai in his arms, and the housekeeper immediately greeted him: "Master, this is..."

"He's drunk, I'll take care of him." Lu Liao walked upstairs without looking back.

When the butler heard this, he stopped in place and watched Lu Liao carry him into the bedroom.

Rong Huai was thrown onto the bed by Lu Liao. The mattress was soft and he did not fall, but the pressure of gravity revived him. He opened his eyes and vaguely saw a vague figure standing in front of the bed. He didn't seem to understand why he was Being treated so roughly, Rong Huai expressed aggrieved expression: "...it hurts."

Lu Liao knelt on the bed with one knee, squeezed Rong Huai's chin with his big palm, forcing him to raise his face: "Rong Rong, do you recognize who I am now?"

After being drunk, Rong Huai's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist. Lu Liao met his eyes, and his heart seemed to be under strong pressure.

The scorching breath sprayed on Rong Huai's face, he blinked, then held Lu Liao's face in his hands, and lightly pressed the corner of Lu Liao's lips: "It's Dad."

The fruity scent fell gently on the corners of his lips, and the longing that was already enough to start a prairie fire rose. Numerous unbearable thoughts flashed through Lu Liao's mind. He lifted Ronghuai's chin vigorously, and chuckled in his ear: "But Dad doesn't just want to be your dad."

Rong Huai opened his eyes in confusion in his arms.

Staring at those pure moist eyes, Lu Liao felt countless guilt in his heart, but the scene he saw when he opened the door today stimulated him too much.

Apart from the immoral sense of identity, there is an indelible age gap between the two, and the young and handsome He Beichen has at least absolute age, which deeply stimulates Lu Liao's inner fear.

This kind of fear prompted his desire to come out like a broken shackle, unscrupulous, he didn't want to proceed step by step, he just wanted to reach his stomach one step at a time.

"Hmm..." Rong Huai felt the temperature of the palm that was clamping him getting hotter and hotter. He subconsciously wanted to retreat, but when his wrists were tightly bound and pressed against the pillow, a scorching kiss fell on the back of his neck, along the The jade white neckline covered his lips.

His breath was constantly being robbed, Rong Huai's face flushed with alcohol could not breathe, his chest heaved violently, his voice was hoarse and pitiful: "...Dad."

An indistinct sound came out of Lu Liao's throat, like a sigh: "Good boy."

Like something missing, returning to his embrace, Lu Liao was driven by the satisfaction of getting what he wanted, and kept conquering and plundering with the instinct in his bones.

The alcohol was excreted through sweat, and Rong Huai became more awake, her blushing face was buried in the soft pillow, and her slender finger bones curled up.

The phone call came in at this time.

Rong Huai's misted eyes suddenly widened, and he saw a strong arm crossing him to pick up the mobile phone on the bedside table.

He turned around and wanted to stop Lu Liao, but Lu Liao pressed one hand on the pillow. Lu Liao had a playful expression: "Does the baby want to answer this call for me?"

Rong Huai shook his head, but Lu Liao had already pressed the connection button, and put the phone beside Rong Huai's face: "In this case, how can I not satisfy the baby's request?"

Looking at the screen of the phone that was in the middle of the call, Rong Huai tried hard to turn his head away, but his strength was like a fly shaking a tree in Lu Liao's hands. Lu Liao's fiery eyes lingered on his perfect neckline, alone Control him with one hand and keep him from moving.

Xiao Zhou, the assistant on the other end of the phone, was still reporting work. Lu Liao usually didn’t like nonsense, so he reported the development project concisely, and then reminded him that the bidding meeting would be held at ten o’clock the morning after tomorrow: “Mr. Lu, that’s all. Anything to instruct?"

However, he did not get a response for a long time.

Burying his blushing face in the pillow, Rong Huai didn't let the slightest breath leak out, Lu Liao laughed until his chest vibrated, and whispered in his ear: "Speak, Xiao Zhou is still waiting for your response."

Rong Huai's eyes were foggy, and he could hardly find any focal length.

Xiao Zhou had never encountered such a situation before, and was a little confused for a while: "Mr. Lu? Are you listening?"

Immediately afterwards, he vaguely heard a very soft whimper coming from the other side.

Xiao Zhou thought it was his hallucination, so Lu Liao finally picked up the phone, "You should continue to follow up on this matter, and send me the latest plan il. If there is nothing else, don't call me again."

After speaking, Lu Liao casually hung up the phone.

Rong Huai fell face-down in the quilt. Lu Liao threw the phone aside and turned him over. Seeing his face flushed and the corners of his eyes slightly moist, he felt pity in his heart and touched his cheek: "It's hard work, my face They're all blushing."

"I'm so tired..."

Rong Huai tried his best to turn around, resting his chin on Lu Liao's shoulder, leaning against his firm and broad arms, his eyes were still hazy, and his brows were slightly frowned due to physical discomfort.

Even though he was the one who caused Rong Huai pain just now, Rong Huai still subconsciously relied on him.

This kind of unconditional trust and dependence made the remaining anger in Lu Liao's chest dissipate.

Instead, there is a sense of full satisfaction.

Rong Huai's consciousness fell into a blur, and Lu Liao let Lu Liao carry him in and walked to the bathroom to wash.

He didn't have the slightest bit of strength in his body, and he let Lu Liao play with him. Lu Liao couldn't get enough of it, but he also knew that Rong Huai couldn't stand his repeated tossing, so he solved it himself, and waited for him to put on a bathrobe and walk out of the bathroom with Rong Huai in his arms. , more than an hour has passed.

Rong Huai just rolled up the quilt and hid in the big soft bed.

He vaguely heard the footsteps beside the bed gradually leaving, only after a while the familiar footsteps approached again, Lu Liao poured a glass of water over, and carried Rong Huai out of the quilt: "Drink a glass of water before going to sleep."

When Rong Huai was half asleep and half awake, she was the most obedient, sipping warm water with lowered eyes.

Lu Liao couldn't bear it anymore, and kissed him for another long time before pulling him into his arms.

Rong Huai looked at him eagerly, as if asking if he could continue to sleep, Lu Liao's whole heart turned into a puddle of water, and he kissed his misty eyes: "Sleep."

A good night's sleep.

The next day, the humidifier sprayed water mist in the corner of the room, and the curtains were tightly closed to separate the dark space. A ray of sunlight passed through the gap in the curtains and became the only light source in the room.

Rong Huai slowly woke up, and before he opened his eyes, he recalled the scenes of last night in his mind. Even though his muscles were sore and weak, he enjoyed this feeling of body fusion very much in his heart.

Perhaps he was able to accept the change from friend to lover at the beginning because he was too greedy for Ah Yan's embrace and warmth.

It's like he's obsessed with fire, its deadly heat.

"Rong Rong," Lu Liao had already woken up, and gently stroked the cheek of the person in his arms with his big palm: "Are you awake?"

Rong Huai slowly opened his eyes, and Lu Liao kissed the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, "Do you remember what happened yesterday?"

"remember."

"Rong Rong," Lu Liao said, "I love you, not a father's love for his child, but a love mixed with lust. You may think I'm mean and won't even accept my feelings, but I also want to Tell you. If you can't take it, at least..."

After a pause, Lu Liao said hoarsely, "At least don't leave me."

Lu Liao knew that Rong Huai was very dependent on him, but this dependence stemmed from the relationship between father and son. What is the chance that Rong Huai has the same love for him?He didn't dare to imagine this possibility.

He originally tried to subtly change this feeling, but last night's impulse ruined his plan.

Lu Liao's heart seemed to be pulled down by a big hand, but at this moment, Rong Huai put his arms around his waist and leaned his head on his shoulder nostalgicly: "I love you too."

Is he hallucinating?

No, he did hear it.

Rong Huai said to him in a gentle voice that I love you too.

Lu Liao couldn't restrain his heart beating wildly, his senses were filled with overwhelming joy, he couldn't react for a while, he could only hug the slender body in his arms tightly.

After quietly hugging for a while, Lu Liao let go of his embrace.

Last night, Rong Huai was not fully prepared for what he did, and Rong Huai was injured a little bit. Although it was not serious, Lu Liao still asked his personal doctor to come over and prescribe some medicine.

The family doctor has been employed by Lu Zhai all the year round. Although there was a storm in his heart, he still kept his mouth shut and left in a hurry after prescribing the medicine.

"I paint it myself." Seeing Lu Liao reaching out to lift the quilt, Rong Huai immediately pressed his wrist.

Lu Liao pushed his hand away, "You don't paint evenly yourself."

"Smear evenly," Rong Huai rolled up the quilt, insisting on not giving in.

"Be good, be obedient," Lu Liao didn't take his strength to resist, and easily grasped his two wrists firmly with one hand, and then applied plaster on Rong Huai in a smooth manner. Falcon-like eyes have been staring at Rong Huai's expression.

After the whole process was over, Rong Huai's face was flushed, just as Lu Liao let go of his hand to cover the medicine bottle, he buried his face and retracted into the quilt.

The system suppressed its laughter desperately: Quack quack, the one who can restrain the big devil has to be Papa Lu. ,.