Lu Yanzhou was absent-minded during the meeting all morning, and his mind was full of Fang Qiao's indifferent expression when he looked at him. He was a little hurt, and he began to miss the silly and cute Fang Qiao from before.
After the meeting ended at noon, Lu Yanzhou immediately ran to Fang Qiao's store. He didn't know which store Fang Qiao was at the moment, so he sent a message to ask before leaving, but he didn't receive a reply, so he had to go one by one.
When looking for Fang Qiao a few days ago, Lu Yanzhou would go back and forth between the two stores every day, and now he is familiar with the road, and even figured out how to avoid traffic jams.
It happened to be lunch time, so Lu Yanzhou stopped by Fang Qiao's favorite restaurant to pack some food.
However, Fang Qiao still didn't welcome him when he arrived in the store, Lu Yanzhou asked, "Why didn't you reply to my message?"
Fang Qiao didn't even lift her eyelids: "The phone is out of battery."
After speaking, the mobile phone next to him received a text message, and the screen lit up. The scene was once very embarrassing.
Fang Qiao glanced at the deep-fried prawns in Lu Yanzhou's hand, and said, "Go, I won't eat."
"Then what do you want to eat? I'll buy it for you tomorrow." The attitude was very attentive.
"Eat your big pig's hoof."
Fang Qiao said so casually, and the next day Lu Yanzhou actually packed a bowl full of braised pig's trotters.
Since the big pig's trotter invited him to eat the big pig's trotter, Fang Qiao reluctantly accepted it.
Lu Yanzhou was greatly encouraged, and since then insisted on delivering meals to Fang Qiao's shop every day at noon, never tired of it.
The new clerk regarded Lu Yanzhou as a delivery guy, and repeatedly expressed emotion to Joe, saying that the food delivery industry is so lucrative now that he even drives a Porsche to deliver food.
This sentence suddenly broadened Fang Qiao's business ideas. Within a few days, he launched the "Master Fang's home delivery" service, and hired the most handsome takeaway boy in the city to deliver the cakes. Within a few days, the hotline of the cake shop was closed. Get blown up.
"Big Delivery Brother" Lu Yanzhou continued to visit the door every day. On the tenth day, Fang Qiao finally couldn't bear it. He put down the cake he was making and asked:
"Mr. Lu, just tell me, I am no longer an artist under your company, and I no longer have any support relationship with you. Why do you still come to me again and again?"
Lu Yanzhou said truthfully, "I want to see you."
"But I don't want to."
"Why?"
"It will delay my finding a boyfriend." Fang Qiao lowered her head and stopped looking at Lu Yanzhou, "I want to have a good relationship."
Lu Yanzhou actually had a lot to say, but he remained silent when faced with this topic.
"Let's go, don't come here again." Fang Qiao sighed, knowing that he would not get what he wanted from Lu Yanzhou, so he settled down and continued to make his cake.
Lu Yanzhou did not listen to his words and leave, but stood aside and watched quietly without saying a word.
Under his gaze, Qiao's thoughts became even more chaotic. When he was traveling alone a few days ago, he had already convinced himself that he would not have anything to do with Lu Yanzhou in the future. He originally thought that a person like Lu Yanzhou would be no different with him or without him. There are a lot of them for his entertainment, even if he feels a little bit reluctant to part with him, it probably won't last long.
However, he didn't expect that Lu Yanzhou would become as clingy to him as a brown candy, and he couldn't shake it off. This was different from him before. Fang Qiao was afraid that if he continued like this, he would lose control of his soft heart and repeat the same mistakes.
Fang Qiao was fascinated, and accidentally squeezed the butter for mounting flowers onto her hands while packing up. Lu Yanzhou quickly took out a tissue and handed it to Fang Qiao. Cream on finger.
Lu Yanzhou took a deep breath, and thoughts flashed through his mind.
He closed his eyes, drove away the yellow waste in his head, and said seriously: "I'm actually here today for business."
"What's up?"
"Next month is my thirtieth birthday, and I want to order a cake from you."
Fang Qiao never refused business, and asked Lu Yanzhou, "How big is it?"
"It doesn't need to be too big, just two people can eat."
"What style do you want?"
"What do you like?"
"Ah?" Fang Qiao looked up suspiciously.
"No... just recommend a style."
Lu Yanzhou stayed in Fang Qiao's shop for a long time, dawdling to decide on the cake style, and finally left because he couldn't find any excuse.
At night, he was lying lonely on the bed. As soon as he closed his eyes, the picture of Fang Qiao licking cream appeared in his mind today.
In the picture, the pink tongue is licking it lightly, looking at him with wet eyes, and then sucking the white things into his mouth bit by bit...
As Lu Yanzhou thought about it, he involuntarily put his hand into his underwear, and began to stroke back and forth on the firm pillar. He hadn't released it since he stayed at Fang Qiao's house last month, and he had a lot of stock in it, and it didn't take long for him to spit out a few puffs of white stuff.
President Lu hadn't done such a purely manual job for many years. He felt a little shy for a while as he touched his crotch which was wet with liquid.