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Lu Ming would not disappoint Lu Fengshen's kindness, he picked up the soup bowl, blew on it, and took a sip.
The taste has not changed, it can even be said to taste better.
He was about to thank him, but Lu Fengshen turned around and said something else. He approved of Lu Ming's behavior of accompanying Chi Qiu to the concert, and praised in a gentle voice: "That's right, you look more human than before."
At least now when Lu Ming sees Lu Fengshen, he will still have a shocked expression on his face. In the past, Lu Ming would probably have greeted him blankly.
Lu Ming: "..."
Lu Fengshen is a smart person, he often clicks to the end. After a few chats, he put his hand on Lu Ming's shoulder: "Go and wash your hands, we're going to eat right away." He stretched his neck and looked around, "Where's Chi Qiu, is he in the living room?"
"He went to take a shower."
"Aren't you going to accompany him in the bath?"
Lu Fengshen has always been a rigorous and careful person: "I mean, his eyesight is bad, what if he falls?"
"No, he still has the ability to take care of himself." Lu Ming put down the soup bowl he had drunk, took a new bowl, and filled half a bowl of soup from the pot.
Lu Fengshen stepped forward, about the same height as Lu Ming. He stared at the bowl in Lu Ming's hand, pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and smiled knowingly as if he understood something.
Lu Ming had to explain: "This is Chi..."
"I know, no need to explain." Lu Fengshen interrupted him, and then asked knowingly, "The bunch of roses outside was also bought for Chi Qiu?"
"Um."
Lu Fengshen looked at the mild-tempered nephew in front of him, and was very relieved. Back then, he was against Lu Ming and Chi Qiu getting married. This time, he was a little moved.
Unexpectedly, the seemingly well-behaved and quiet Chi Qiu could really warm Lu Ming's heart day by day.
He thought, if Lu Ming could really fall in love with Chi Qiu, it would be a good thing. Maybe, Lu Ming's symptoms will also improve.
Lu Fengshen immediately took out a business card from his wallet: "He likes roses, it's easy to handle. I have a classmate in elementary school who just opened a flower shop. If you send a bouquet a day in the future, he will definitely give you a discounted price."
Lu Ming declined, and replied, "I'm not short of money."
As long as Lu Fengshen is in a good mood, he will deliberately tease Lu Ming. He put away his business card: "Now it's Mr. Lu, and he's not frugal anymore."
Even the taciturn Lu Ming couldn't stand Lu Fengshen's repeated teasing. He countered bluntly: "If uncle needs it, I can return the company to you. In this way, grandpa has a spirit in heaven, and maybe he will approve of my approach."
"Don't, don't, I'm joking. As a shareholder, I'll just get the dividends... Before your grandfather passed away, you told me repeatedly not to bother the company, just hand it over to you."
When it came to his own company, he deeply felt his own inadequacy, so he stopped the topic without saying a few words, and helped Lu Ming bring out the soup.
Lu Fengshen was a good painter and didn't want to inherit the family business at all. Coincidentally, although Lu Ming's grandfather was a shrewd man in business, his son and daughter had no business acumen.
Not only did Lu Fengshen become an excellent painter, but even Lu Ming's mother, Lu You, was a well-known fashion designer before her mental breakdown.
The first time she met Lu Rongtian was at a clothing homework exhibition in her sophomore year.
Lu Rongtian is a person with little artistic talent, but he has done a lot of homework in order to pursue the beautiful and melancholy school belle Lu You. What's more, some of his actions made the love between Lu You and him become a love story in the campus circle at that time.
Even Lu Fengshen at that time was fooled by the "sincerity" of this brother-in-law-to-be, and he didn't see anything wrong.
A table of food was served, and Aunt Zhang arranged it according to the clock as usual. Lu Fengshen watched carefully, learned a thing or two, and seemed to want to get in touch with Chi Qiu more in the future.
Lu Ming said, "I'll call Chi Qiu."
Lu Fengshen said politely: "Take your time, don't rush him, the dishes are still hot."
"Know."
Lu Ming went straight to the bedroom and saw that the door of the bedroom was not closed, he should have fallen down just now. As soon as he entered, he saw Chi Qiu holding the bouquet of roses and smelling them again and again, with a sweet smile on his face, and even those dull eyes filled with joy.
Satisfied, Lu Ming shouted, "Chi Qiu."
Chi Qiu was startled by Lu Ming, his whole body trembled, and he staggered backwards holding the flowers in both hands. His eyes quickly returned to their usual dullness, and he pursed his lips in bewilderment.
Fortunately, Lu Ming always thought that Chi Qiu was blind, so he didn't find anything wrong at all.
Chi Qiu's wet hair was still dripping, Lu Ming stepped forward and picked up a towel, covered his head, and wiped him off: "I'll blow dry your hair."
Chi Qiu didn't care to blow dry his hair, but lowered his head and sniffed the roses: "Thank you, Lu Ming."
Lu Ming thought, if Chi Qiu had to say thank you every time he received flowers, then he would say "thank you" endlessly. Lu Ming originally wanted to say that there is no need to thank you for this kind of thing, but when he saw the smile on Chi Qiu's face, his tone softened again unconsciously.
He repeated: "Dry your hair first, don't catch a cold."
"Um!"
Chi Qiu's hair is so soft that it seems weightless in his hand.
Every time Lu Ming blow-dried his hair, he was afraid that his hand would hurt him if it was too heavy. Therefore, Lu Ming will be very careful, and from time to time, he will put the back of his hand against Chi Qiu's face, lest the wind be too hot and burn him.
After many times of practice, Lu Ming's hair blowing skills are improving day by day, comparable to that of a boy in a hair salon.
Chi Qiu stuck to Lu Ming habitually and hugged Lu Ming's waist.
"You have to be careful with your arms." Lu Ming reminded.
Chi Qiu muttered: "It doesn't hurt anymore." He raised his head, put his chin on Lu Ming's lower abdomen, and asked, "Lu Ming, did you buy it for me again because the bouquet of roses was broken?"
"There is a reason." Lu Ming lowered his head, his tone no longer as indifferent as before, "However, since you like it, I will often buy it. Besides roses, what other flowers do you like?"
Chi Qiu didn't answer directly, but put on a face and said, "Buy it often? Isn't the house flooded with flowers?"
"Do you not like it?"
Don't buy it if you don't like Lu Ming.
How could Chi Qiu not know Lu Ming's temper, he quickly shook his head, and acted like a good boy when he got a bargain: "Don't buy it every day, or there won't be enough vases at home."
"You can buy more vases at home. There is an abandoned flower house in the backyard. I will ask someone to clean it up another day."
Chi Qiu smiled: "Why don't you tell me to open a flower shop?"
Lu Ming said generously, "It's not impossible."
Chi Qiu was startled, he joked: "No need."
Lu Ming didn't care if Chi Qiu was joking, after all, it didn't cost him much to open a flower shop. After they got married, Chi Qiu hardly used his money, nor did he use the card he gave him.
Lu Ming's fingertips inadvertently stroked Chi Qiu's cheek and touched Chi Qiu's chin: "Would you like to shave for you?"
Hearing this, Chi Qiu reached out and touched his chin: "I haven't shaved for a while, is it obvious?"
"It doesn't look obvious, but you can feel it when you touch it." Lu Ming took out the razor from the drawer, pinched Chi Qiu's chin with one hand, and asked Chi Qiu to raise his head, "Don't move."
Chi Qiu looked at Lu Ming who was close at hand, his heart skipped a beat, and he remained obedient and motionless.
Both of them probably forgot that there was a meal, and Lu Ming seemed to have forgotten that there was a guest in the living room.
Fortunately, Chi Qiu's beard has never been much, and it grows slowly, so it can be cleaned very quickly. Basically, Chi Qiu's razor has a longer service life than other people's razors.
Within a few minutes, Lu Ming had already gone to the bathroom to clean the razor.
Chi Qiu stroked his chin, feeling depressed about his little stubble. How would it feel if he stabbed Lu Ming with his stubble? His wonderful idea came from Lu Ming himself. When he first got married, he would always be pricked by Lu Ming's stubble.
Now that the company Lu Ming manages is back on track, Chi Qiu hasn't seen the stubble after staying up all night for a long time.
He got up, not knowing what to think, stretched out his hand out of nowhere, and hugged Lu Ming who was walking towards him tightly. Chi Qiu stood on tiptoe and rubbed his cheek against Lu Ming's chin.
When Lu Ming was full of confusion, Chi Qiu laughed, "You must have not shaved this morning."
"It's piercing, Lu Ming." He criticized in a gentle voice, and "tweeted" mischievously.
Lu Ming pinched Chi Qiu's shoulder with his palm, with a little more force, and felt that there should be no further delay: "Uncle is waiting for us to eat in the dining room."
Although it is indeed not the time to get tired of being crooked, Lu Ming's incomprehensible style is a stone hammer.
The author has something to say:
I'll be the first to say it's so sweet! (orz is still in the mid-term double arrow, the broken mirror is behind, and it hasn't been updated yet! But don't worry, the reunion will be soon! Lu Ming doesn't need to be taught to chase his wife after he is normal (? ì_í?)