Popular recommendations:, , , , , , ,
With a bang, the door was slammed hard, and Lu Shenxing's eardrums hurt. With such a temper, he really thought he was a treasure.
At noon, a tall and thin young man wearing a blue and white sportswear came in with long legs. He took off his headphones and said with clear eyes, "Uncle."
Lu Shenxing raised his eyebrows. Cheng Zi, the adopted son of Cheng Tiandao, was a great talent in the Department of Architecture. There was very little plot about him. We could only know from the side that he would have a successful career in the future.
He hummed.
Cheng Zi raised the bed, pressed the buttons on both sides of the bed, placed the thermos bucket he was holding on the raised table, and reached out to unscrew the lid of the thermos bucket.
The white hands, with slender joints, round and clean fingertips, and methodical movements are pleasing to the eye.
The porridge spilled a little when he took it out. Cheng Zi frowned and took out a tissue from his pocket to wipe his hands.
Lu Shenxing's eyes twitched as he watched Cheng Zi wipe it again and again. When he was about to wipe it for the third time, he said slowly, "There is a bathroom on your left."
Almost as soon as his words came out, Cheng Zi turned around and left, his steps much more brisk when he came out.
"Uncle, call me if you need anything."
Cheng Zi sat on the chair next to him, put on his headphones, lowered his head and closed his eyes. The lines on his profile were clean and clear.
Lu Shenxing raised his movable arm, held the spoon, lifted all the green onions on top of the porridge to the side, and took a sip of the porridge.
A novel app that has been running stably for many years, comparable to the old book-chasing tool, a source-changing app used by old bookworms, huanyuanapp.org
The bright sunshine shone in from the window, covering Cheng Zi's back towards Lu Shenxing, making it warm.
Most of the bowl of porridge was missing. Lu Shenxing wiped his mouth and said, "Cheng Zi."
When there was no response, he raised his voice and shouted again.
Young Master Cheng finally raised his eyes lazily, took off one of his earphones, and looked inquiringly.
"Help uncle get the urinal." Lu Shenxing thought for a while, "It should be under the bed. You can look for it."
There was a slight change on Cheng Zi's face, and he couldn't hide his surprise, "What?"
"Urine pot." Lu Shenxing said.
"I'm going to call the nurse." Cheng turned his head after saying that. Before he even took a step, he could hear the man's apologetic chuckle in his ears, "I can't wait any longer."
The temperature in the ward dropped suddenly, and the uncle and nephew who usually looked at each other looked at each other, expressionless.
"Fuck!" With a low curse, Lu Shenxing struggled to pull down his pants with his hands. His forehead was sweating. He couldn't hold it in any longer and was about to wet the bed. "Come on, help uncle."
Cheng Zi pursed his lips tightly and cleared the small table, took out the urinal, bent down and stretched out his arms, tilted his head, and swept the flaxen hair in front of his forehead to cover the rolling emotions in his black eyes.
Seeing that he was stiff and motionless, Lu Shenxing said impatiently, "Bring it over."
The smell of potion and masculine smell intertwined into his breath, and there was no way out. The veins on Cheng Zi's forehead faintly appeared, and the sound of water rang in his ears, as if there were millions of ants crawling around in the hand holding the urinal. Goose bumps appeared on my arms and half of my body.
Lu Shenxing whistled cheerfully, and a pleasant sound came from his nose. Cheng Zi immediately went to the bathroom, wanting to rub his hands to remove a layer of skin.
Lu Shenxing, who was on the bed, saw that the young man's hands were red, and he felt pain just looking at them, "Go back."
Cheng Zi answered casually, holding the thermos bucket, his face flawless, but his accelerated pace revealed his depressed mood, and he didn't want to stay for a moment longer.
After leaving the hospital building, Cheng Zi took out his vibrating phone and said, "Dad."
Cheng Tiandao on the other end had just finished the meeting and asked worriedly, "Son, did your uncle eat much for lunch?"
Avoiding the oncoming motorcycles, Cheng Zi stopped under the tree, "I think he has a good appetite."
"That's it." Cheng Tiandao put down his crossed legs, "He told dad this morning that he would never interact with that kid from Luoyang again."
"Do you believe this?" Cheng Zi sneered.
Cheng Tiandao could hear his son's contempt, and he sighed, "Just watch, you'll know soon whether it's true or false."
After hanging up the phone, Cheng Zi stood there for a while. He put his hands in his pockets and walked to the parking lot. The old man regarded Luoyang as his lifeblood. He was as obsessed as if he was on drugs. How could he let go.
On the weekend, Cheng Tiandao woke his son up from bed and urged him to go to the hospital. He scratched his messy hair, "Dad, are the second uncle and the others busy?"
Knowing what he meant, Cheng Tiandao frowned and said matter-of-factly, "Your father is the eldest brother, and the eldest brother is like a father."
"It's mutual." Cheng Zi said this and went to brush his teeth and wash his face.
This sentence aroused Cheng Tiandao's thoughts. The seven brothers had endured the hardships side by side. However, when life got better, they became distant and couldn't tell the truth from the lies.
It was after eight o'clock, the sun was very bright, Cheng Zi casually put on a T-shirt and beige casual pants, and rode a bicycle to the hospital with a backpack on his back. He parked the car, took out a handkerchief from his backpack to wipe his hands, and then made a phone call. .
"Senior, I'm sorry, I have something to do in the morning and I can't go to your company."
"It's okay, I just have other plans today." A clear laughter came from the phone, "Then you must come next time you have a chance. Several of my colleagues want to get to know you."
"Okay." Cheng Ziqing raised his eyebrows, his disappointment was obvious, and he couldn't understand why the woman was telling the truth.
At the nurse station in the inpatient department, several nurses were talking there. When they saw the handsome young man coming this way, they all took a second look.
Cheng Zi stopped at the door and stopped knocking. A soft voice came from inside, "Master Qi, is this strong enough?"
The next moment he heard the man's command, "Easy, go down."
Cheng Zi put down his hand, and just as he was about to leave, the door opened, and the young man who came out still had lingering blush and frustration on his face.
He noticed the gaze directed at him, lowered his head in embarrassment and left.
Cheng Zi walked in and subconsciously glanced at the trash can, bed, quilt, old man's hospital clothes, and pants. He went through them one by one. He was stimulated by his inexplicable behavior. He must have been full.
Lu Shenxing, who was feeling uncomfortable, said to Cheng Zi, "You came just in time. My back is itchy. Come and scratch it for me."
Cheng Zi's tone of refusal irritated him, and he tightened his chin with a nonchalant look like "Who do you think you are?"
Lu Shenxing gave him the answer, "I am your uncle."
The sun came out in the west. Cheng Zi raised his eyelids and asked, "Why did you let the nurse leave?"
"He can't control his own hands." Lu Shenxing sneered, "Although my uncle likes men, he won't fall in love with every one he sees."
As soon as the extremely natural words came out, Lu Shenxing's face was filled with astonishment. The tone of this statement... When did I become gay? Why don't I know anything
Cheng Zi was not surprised at all. This man had a lot of real estate to his name, lived a high-profile life, and loved to show off. He wore gold and silver to attend various occasions. He was afraid that some people would not know that he was rich, and there would definitely be a lot of people trying to pounce on him.
But with Luoyang here, others can only watch from a distance.
"Left, then left, right there, use a little more force." Lu Shenxing half-squinted his eyes, and the hand he was using to draw felt more comfortable than others when scratching his itch.
The fingers moved on the old man's back, and the feeling of rubbing the skin with his fingertips made his scalp numb. Cheng Zi felt that he could go directly to the psychiatry hospital later.
On the way back, Cheng Zi almost drove his bike into the river. After that, no matter what Cheng Tiandao said, he would not go to the hospital.
Until Lu Shenxing was discharged from the hospital, Luoyang never showed up. He was still waiting for people to come to him and coax him in a low voice. He was used to it.