On the way, Lu Mingyuan saw that the boy was not chattering like usual, so he took the initiative to ask, "How are you playing?"
Speaking of which, Mo Fan has only been in the industry for a few months, and most of the time has been spent on training. This is the first time he has participated in a banquet of this nature.
Mo Fan has attended the banquets in the corporate circle before, but he has never been interested. After going there a few times, he doesn't like to go, unless Lu Mingyuan shows up. But Lu Mingyuan, as the ruler of a chaebol, appeared less often than him, and Mo Fan never went there again.
Compared with the rigorous banquet of the enterprise group with suits and leather shoes and formal attire, everyone in this banquet is dressed in a variety of styles, but it is not lacking in grand luxury, which is not interesting.
Mo Fan pouted, and said boredly, "It's boring, I won't participate in it again."
Although Lu Mingyuan is an investor, he always sends people to such banquets. It's just that Mo Fan's family has repeatedly urged him to take good care of him. As a last resort, Lu Mingyuan took some time to go there in person. Sure enough, his appearance made the whole banquet freeze for a moment.
This kind of small banquet is also worthy of Lu Mingyuan's attendance in person? Although everyone wanted to have a relationship, they couldn't help being timid under Lu Mingyuan's expression that no strangers should enter.
The original owner was of course very happy to see Lu Mingyuan appear, but when he thought of what he said to keep his identity secret, he could only sit aside and watch discouragedly. Later, seeing Lu Mingyuan leaving the hall, he followed without thinking.
He still wants to talk to the other party more! Every time Lu Mingyuan returned home, he either hadn't come back or was already asleep. Even if they lived under the same roof, the chances of meeting each other were pitifully rare.
Lu Mingyuan touched the young man's soft hair, leaned slightly, and put his hand on the back of the back seat, "Why aren't you called Brother Mingyuan this time? Are you angry?"
Mo Fan didn't look at Lu Mingyuan angrily, but finally couldn't help turning his head and said seriously, "Then don't be seduced by those goblins outside, even if Brother Mingyuan wants to get married, you have to find a better one. "
Lu Mingyuan raised his eyebrows, "Oh? What do you think I should look for?"
Mo Fan, "Of course you have to be worthy of brother Mingyuan. The family background can't be too cold, you have to be good-looking, and you have to care about you."
"for example?"
Mo Fan blurted out, "Like me?"
Lu Mingyuan was startled. Although he always knew that Mo Fan was very close to him, he didn't know that the other party had such thoughts in his heart. But inexplicably, he didn't hate it, and even hoped that this bond would be deeper.
"I'm just making an analogy..."
The boy hurriedly explained with annoyance, his face flushed slightly because of his eagerness, and two blushes appeared on Yubai's face. Lu Mingyuan thought the boy was cute, and wanted to look at him for a while, but couldn't resist the boy's pleading look at him with wet eyes because of urgency, and comforted him with a smile in his eyes, "Well, I know you're just For example."
Seeing the young man heaving a sigh of relief, Lu Mingyuan's face remained unchanged, but he was secretly happy in his heart. Mo Fan really cared about him, and even this care has turned into love. In the past, he didn't pay attention, and only thought that the teenager's dissatisfaction with others approaching him was just his dissatisfaction with his playmate being snatched away. Now bring in another argument, and everything makes sense.
The two are currently living in a group of high-end small villas under the name of Lu Mingyuan in the urban area, for the convenience of going back and forth. The community is very confidential, each household has its own yard, and you will not run into each other when you go out.
After a few words, the car drove into the driveway of the community and into the yard.
Thinking about what he accidentally said in the car, Mo Fan seemed a little silent. There was not enough food at the banquet, so Lu Mingyuan asked the chef to make some supper.
"The cook specially asked the cook to add more sugar. Don't eat too greasy at night, just drink some porridge to fill your stomach." Lu Mingyuan said to Mo Fan who was coming down the stairs.
The soft and sweet glutinous rice eight-treasure porridge, Mo Fan could smell it right after he got out of the shower.
Mo Fan loves sweets, especially cakes and mille-feuilles, which little girls like to eat. When he was a child, because he ate too much sweets, Mo Fan even developed tooth decay and suffered from pain for a while. Therefore, Mo Fan's parents began to limit the intake of Mo Fan's sweets, which made Mo Fan distressed for a while. Fortunately, now that he has grown up, there are fewer controls in this area, and Mo Fan can open up his appetite again.
Mo Fan, who was hooked by the sweet smell, came out. He couldn't help speeding up his pace, sat down on the chair smoothly, and stuffed it into his mouth before he could blow it off.
"Huhu, hot hot..." The porridge just out of the pot was in his mouth, and Mo Fan didn't swallow it, nor did he spit it out.
Before Lu Mingyuan had time to remind, Mo Fan had already stuffed a mouthful of porridge into it, and his color changed involuntarily. Seeing that Mo Fan was about to burst into tears from being scalded, but couldn't bear to spit out the food in his mouth, he opened his hand in front of Mo Fan's mouth and said, "Spit it out!"
Lu Mingyuan's voice was serious and sharp, and Mo Fan subconsciously vomited something into Lu Mingyuan's hand. Lu Mingyuan wiped off the things in his hands with a tissue without changing his expression, and clamped someone's chin to force him to open his mouth.
"Let me see the tongue."
After careful inspection, Lu Mingyuan found that it was only slightly reddened from the heat, and he felt relieved.
Although the chef will not deliberately cool the food to ensure the freshness and deliciousness of the food, he will not serve the hot food directly. So although Mo Fan was burned, it was not serious.
"Eh?"
Mo Fan suddenly made a suspicious nasal sound, and Lu Mingyuan realized that he actually put his finger on the tip of the other's tender tongue. The scene where the boy opened his mouth slightly, exposing a bright red tongue, was so vivid that he did it subconsciously.
Lu Mingyuan pressed lightly on the young man's soft and warm things almost imperceptibly, and brushed against the softer lips. Lu Mingyuan's eyes dimmed, and he felt the fleeting tenderness of his hands.
"Don't be so reckless next time, you know?" He severely criticized the boy, and it was not until Mo Fan repeatedly promised that there would be no next time that Lu Mingyuan allowed him to continue eating.
In fact, the pain disappeared after Mo Fan vomited out the food, and he felt that Lu Mingyuan was making a fuss over a molehill.
Putting aside this little episode, Mo Fan happily finished his supper and went upstairs to sleep.
In the living room, Lu Mingyuan glanced down at the parts that couldn't be seen under the cover of the tablecloth, and smiled wryly.