Perhaps, this name has never been blacklisted.
-TBC.
The kiss part was inspired by the Japanese drama "Platonic".
It's almost over~
26.
In many cases, plans cannot keep up with changes.
When Arthit was forced to get up on his bed by his mother grabbing his ears, and saw the angry mother and Kongphop standing at the door of the bedroom, there was only one thought in his heart.
Good luck tricks people.
After Arthit washed, he saw his mother sitting at the dining table with her hands folded, her lips pursed silently, and she just felt a headache. He pulled away the chair opposite his mother and sat down, showing a flattering smile: "Mom, why do you want to see me today?"
"Can't I come and see my son?" The always lively woman frowned. As if restraining her emotions, she lowered her voice, "If I hadn't bumped into you today, when are you going to tell me? Nuannuan, who do you think your mother is?"
He knew that his mother's anger was definitely not because his lover was a man, but because he concealed his lover. Arthit raised his hands in surrender: "Master, my conscience, I planned to bring him home before, but his company suddenly asked him to take charge of a project, so I couldn't get away!"
Mother glared at Arthit suspiciously. She took out the phone and was still thinking: "No, I have to call Kit, he must know something..."
Arthit sighed, knowing that it was useless to stop him, so he let his mother talk to his younger brother on the phone, as if he had been greatly wronged.
Only then did Kongphop come out of the kitchen, and he put the plate in front of Arthit. The pancakes were fried, served with bacon and salad, and the sauce was maple syrup and caramel sauce. While paying attention to health, it was completely Arthit's taste, which made Arthit move his index finger.
Seeing Arthit's cat-like expression, Kongphop couldn't help laughing. He put the milk cup, knife and fork on the table before apologizing softly: "I'm sorry senior, if it wasn't about my company, we might have visited your house long ago."
"Don't worry, don't worry, I was wrong too. I should have said hello to my family first, but I forgot about it." Arthit, who had already started eating, shook his head vaguely, then nodded again, "Well, it's delicious."
Kongphop laughed, "It's good if you like it. Eat slowly, otherwise it will be bad for your digestion." After he finished speaking, he went back to the kitchen and took a teacup and a small saucer for Arthit's mother. After he put it away, he smiled embarrassedly at Arthit's mother who had hung up the phone at some point, "I don't know if it suits your taste."
There are several cookies of different colors in the plate. Arthit's mother was not an unreasonable person either, she politely smiled at Kongphop, and motioned Kongphop to sit down as she wished, before she picked up one of the pieces and took a bite.
With just this mouthful, the mother's eyes lit up immediately, as cute as a girl. She looked up at Kongphop and said with a smile, "It's very delicious. Did you make this yourself?"
Kongphop nodded, showing a smile that can almost be called a perfect score: "You like it is the best compliment to me."
Arthit was cutting muffins and observed silently, thinking that his mother was indeed his mother. Not only do they have the same preferences for food, but they also have the same preferences for people. They probably have no resistance to such a smile.
So he never worried about it. The person he likes and the person he believes is so good, how could he not be accepted by his family? He half-jokingly thought that he might have to pray that his mother wouldn't lose out to Beauty and never see her son again.
His mother was asking Arthit for the biscuit recipe in a soft voice. Kongphop dug out the recipe from the kitchen and explained it to his mother carefully. The temperature at home is just right, the wind is blowing comfortably from the window, and the breakfast on the plate is delicious. Arthit's heart seemed to be filled with something soft. He thought, maybe it was a bit exaggerated, but he really felt that these were probably all he had.
After breakfast, Arthit stood up and wanted to wash the dishes as usual, but Kongphop stood up and stopped him. Kongphop winked at him, he nodded and let Kongphop walk towards the kitchen with the plate.
The smile on Arthit's mother's face gradually faded, making Arthit a little nervous. Even at the age of thirty, children always have a natural awe of their mothers. He walked behind his mother and pressed her shoulder: "Mom, what do you think?"
The mother relaxed the strength of her shoulders, but still pretended to be stupid: "What do you mean?"
"Kongphop." Arthit didn't mind speaking more clearly. Someone he really likes, he wants that person to be approved by the family, "Do you like him?"
Mother patted Arthit's hand lightly. She turned her head, her calm face made Arthit unable to see through her thoughts: "What about you? Do you like him?"
Arthit took his mother's hand and squatted down. He looked directly into his mother's eyes, and his tone was as firm as the strength he passed on to his mother: "I love him."
"My child, love is a very poor word." With the free hand, the mother smoothed Arthit's hair that hadn't been done much since he got up. She smiled slightly, and Arthit noticed that there were so many wrinkles on his mother's face at some point. The mother smoothed Arthit's upturned hair carefully, but did not continue the topic just now, "You, you are like this at any age. You like to sleep late, like to eat sweets, and like to act like a baby to those close to you. It's up to whoever is immersed in the code. I can't even listen to it, and I don't know how to take care of myself. I always make my mother worry about it."
Arthit suddenly felt a little sour. His mother was actually a person with a detached personality, and she seldom said these things to him. He got up, embraced his mother like a child who hadn't grown up, and buried his head in her neck: "I'm sorry."
Mother gently stroked Arthit's back: "If you really feel sorry, you can stay up late, okay?" She pushed Arthit away a little, stretched out her fingers and gave Arthit a shudder, "Okay, you go Call that person out."
Upon hearing this, Arthit smiled and shook his mother's hand: "I want to stay with you two for a while."
"It's sweet at this moment." The mother faked a slap to Arthit, "Don't worry, I won't bully him. You think I approve of him, don't you? I just want to have a little chat with that kid."
Walking into the kitchen, Kongphop, who had already washed the dishes, was leaning on the refrigerator to flip through recipes. Seeing Arthit's figure, he smiled, took Arthit to his side, and pointed to the page he was looking at: "Senior, do you like this?"
Kongphop is holding a Chinese food cookbook, which looks delicious just by looking at the pictures. He simply put his chin on Kongphop's shoulder and muttered softly: "Not bad, but it looks very difficult."
"As long as you want to eat, let's find a day to buy good materials and make it together." Kongphop stroked Arthit's hair. He closed the cookbook and said softly, "You and your mother..."
"Well, she told you to come over." Arthit said, turning his head to look at Kongphop, who was close at hand, with a hint of joke in his tone, "Are you nervous?"
"I'm lying to you to say I'm not nervous." Kongphop leaned on Arthit's forehead, "But I want to be with you forever, so I want to be approved by the person you love. Is this too greedy?"
Arthit likes this man's elite maturity, likes his never-stingy love words, and also likes his occasional weakness and childishness like this. He smiled, wrapped his arms around Kongphop's neck, lowered his head involuntarily, and placed a kiss on his lips. They parted soon, and Arthit asked in an airy voice, "What about now? Are you still nervous?"
Kongphop also laughed. He leaned over and kissed back: "With you here, don't be nervous."
When the two returned to the living room, Arthit's mother's eyes turned around the two of them, a smile appeared on the corner of her lips, she probably guessed about what the two of them did in the kitchen just now by looking at their expressions. But she didn't say anything, she just said lightly after both of them sat down: "I tell you to separate now, you wouldn't do that either."
The two looked at each other. Kongphop nodded, and was about to say something, but was stopped by Arthit's mother's eyes. She picked up the tea in front of her, took a sip, and the expressions on the lowered eyes made the juniors unable to guess: "I believe that no matter what I say or do, the answer you will give me will be the same. Like—you love me From each other, no one can separate you. But young people, I must tell you that enthusiasm will cool down one day. How long have you been together? Can you guarantee that you will be in one year, three years, five years, ten years after twenty years