Mr Gingerbread

Han Qiaoyu pushed it cleanly, but Lu Ming was dubious and didn't say anything after watching him for a while.

Lu Ming still had one more day off, but Han Qiaoyu couldn't stay at home anymore, and was sent to work in the company by Mr. Han early in the morning.After a busy day, he still remembered that he made an appointment with Lu Ming for dinner at night, and went to find Lu Ming first after returning from get off work.The guest room on the third floor was empty, and Han Qiaoyu came down again and asked, "Where's Lu Ming?"

Song Jingqiu said: "It's in the exhibition hall upstairs. I've been watching paintings with your dad all day."

Han Qiaoyu paused, and said, "Have you been watching for a day? Lu Ming, did he... say anything?"

Song Jingqiu said: "No, I think their tempers get along quite well. Your father hasn't been this happy for a long time."

Han Qiaoyu said "Oh" and said, "I'll go up and see them."

In the small exhibition hall upstairs, Mr. Han and Lu Ming, the old and the young, were in harmony. Mr. Han seemed particularly happy, and there was a camera on the table. It seemed that Lu Ming had taken a lot of pictures of his treasured paintings. photo.He saw Han Qiaoyu coming in, and beckoned him to come over, saying: "You came just in time, Xiao Lu and I just finished our work, come over and take a photo of us too!"

Lu Ming was wearing slightly looser clothes, his arms were no longer hanging, and his face was much better than before. Hearing what Han Lao said, he handed over the camera.

Han Qiaoyu took it over and took two photos of them. He looked up and saw the painting not far behind Lu Ming, feeling a little nervous.The picture of landscape hanging up and the picture of two roosters just received at the side were clearly written by Hung-chien.

He carefully looked at Lu Ming's expression, but he didn't see anything.

Mr. Han was very happy, even if he was in a wheelchair, he couldn't hide his smiling face. He didn't look like an injured person, but his complexion was rosy, and he was in better condition than before.Lu Ming stood behind him, posing for a group photo together in a well-mannered manner, with a smile on his lips, which was also cute.

Han Qiaoyu's heart moved a little. After taking pictures for them, he also handed the camera to Mr. Han, and said, "Dad, take a picture for us too."

He walked over and stood side by side with Lu Ming. Mr. Han fiddled with the camera and waved to them, "Come closer, I can't take pictures!"

Han Qiaoyu leaned closer, and Lu Ming also approached him. He was a little flattered, and when he looked down at Lu Ming, he felt a hand caressing his back. It made his expression uncomfortably twisted.

Old Han dissatisfied: "Second, what kind of expression do you have, what are you doing making faces! The picture is not good, let's do another one!"

Lu Ming kept cooperating with a smile. No matter how hard Han Qiaoyu was silently cleaned up, he didn't dare to show any expression. The last one even boldly wrapped around Lu Ming's shoulders. Mr. Han immediately seized the opportunity, and there were just a few "click, click", Smile happier than them.

Lu Ming got out of the way, walked over to push Old Han's wheelchair, and said, "Uncle Han, we've finished shooting here, let's go to the study downstairs first, I need a computer, and I need to process the images a little before posting them on the forum." ..."

As soon as Mr. Han heard that the forum ignored his son, he nodded immediately and said, "Okay, let's go now, and we can still post at nine o'clock in the evening. I have studied it, and nine o'clock has the most people!"

Lu Ming pushed Mr. Han away, leaving only Han Qiaoyu standing there in the small exhibition hall. He glanced at his leather shoes with a wry smile. There was a not so obvious mark on it, but the person who stepped on it just now was merciless.

Lu Ming has been accompanying Han Lao in the study to adjust photos and edit posts. Han Qiaoyu went in and walked around on the grounds of delivering tea, but both of them were busy and no one greeted him.Mr. Han devoted himself to the forum, and reservedly mentioned to Lu Ming his wish for many years: "Can you give it a certification and add an essence post? After the administrator added the label, no one would say that I bought it. Is it a fake painting?"

Lu Ming smiled and said, "Okay, you can post it later, and I'll log in to my account to give you a pinch."

Old Mr. Han was so happy that he couldn't care less about his son who was wandering around, so he devoted himself to the forum.

Han Qiaoyu could bear it too. He sat aside and refilled three pots of tea and didn't leave. Taking advantage of Han Lao posting his own post and Lu Ming standing aside to rest, he handed a cup of tea to Lu Ming's lips and said: "Drink some water."

Lu Ming looked up at him, the tea was brought to his mouth, and he lowered his eyes and took a sip.

Just this mouthful made Han Qiaoyu's heart slowly fall back into his chest, where it continued to beat steadily.He still wanted to get closer and say something, but Lu Ming put his hand on his chest, pushed him, and said, "I'll talk to you later."

After hearing this sentence, Han Qiaoyu became more honest, looked at him and said, "Then let's go out tonight..."

Mr. Han had already finished uploading, and he called Lu Ming from the side, and Lu Ming immediately went over to help him put the post on top. The old man was excited, smiling from ear to ear, and kept talking to Lu Ming, He didn't even give his son a chance to interject.

Han Qiaoyu rubbed the tip of her nose, stood aside and watched quietly.

At dinner in the evening, Lu Ming didn't ask Han Qiaoyu about going to dinner to celebrate, and Han Qiaoyu didn't dare to ask. Fortunately, Han Lao was so focused on the forum that he didn't see the problem between the two young people at all. Sometimes he even pulled Lu Ming to sit beside him, and kept praising him, wishing that Lu Ming was his real son.

"Third brother, you also log in to the forum to leave a message for me. It's rare to be on the top once. If there are too few messages, it will be ugly. It seems that we have used our privileges." Han Lao blushed, and turned to ask Han Qiaoyu: "Second brother, do you have an account? No?"

Han Qiaoyu paused and said, "I..."

Lu Ming also looked at him.

Han Qiaoyu's scalp was numb, and he said vaguely, "Yes, yes."

Mr. Han ordered: "Leave a message later, leave a few more, remember to write more words and be more sincere!"

Han Qiaoyu agreed, but looked at Lu Ming who was on the side. Seeing that the corner of Lu Ming's lips moved, he guessed in his heart that it might be a bad thing. He even got a small account to pretend to be an administrator. There have been a lot of things these days. , I forgot about this for a while.

Lu Ming lives in Han's house, and Han Qiaoyu has been well-behaved for several days in a row, not even touching a finger, but this night, Xiao Han couldn't bear it any longer, so he sneaked over to find her.

Lu Ming heard the noise at the door, but he didn't care. There was only one person who could find his room in the middle of the night, not to mention that he had already locked the door, so he was left to mess around.

The people outside the door probably also knew that they should not use force to make a sound, so they turned it a little, and the door was locked, and soon there was no sound again.

Lu Ming lay on the bed and turned over. After a few minutes, there was another rustling sound at the door.

This time, the people outside learned their skills. They probably found the key to the house. After trying two keys, they heard a slight sound of the key opening the door.

Lu Ming sat up from the bed and wanted to turn on the light. The person at the door was faster than him. It didn't take too long to lock the door and touch the bed. When he was hugging him, he still didn't forget to protect his injured arm. Said: "I was wrong, I confess to you, I won't hide anything from you in the future..."

Lu Ming pushed him and sneered, "Mr. Han, did you sleep in the wrong room at night?"

Han Qiaoyu groped in the dark and kissed him twice, on his forehead and the tip of his nose, and coaxed in a low voice, "I'm really scared, I didn't mean not to tell you on purpose, look at me making so many mistakes, I'm afraid I won't let you down." You can't stand one piece, and I don't want to hide it from you for the rest of my life, I just want to explain it to you slowly in the future."

Lu Ming pushed his face, not allowing him to approach him like a big dog, gritted his teeth and said, "How many things are you still hiding from me? Are you playing a trumpet? If your uncle didn't say it today, you would push the matter on him Did you go, didn’t you intend to tell me that you bought the painting? You bought two more, you’re really good, Han Qiaoyu!”

The powerful prince outside admitted his cowardice completely after he got home. He hugged Lu Ming and did not let go. He slowly climbed into bed by himself, and said in a low voice, "I didn't mean it, but I was in a hurry."

Lu Ming scolded him: "Get down!"

Han Qiaoyu pushed the man away, felt the thin clothes on his body, wrapped the quilt around the two of them, squeezed together with him and said, "Lu Ming, give me a chance, listen to my explanation..."

Lu Ming twisted a few times, and was covered by Han Qiaoyu and wrapped in a quilt. The space was narrow, and the two of them breathed quickly, even the air was ambiguous. Lu Ming felt that his tight body was hot, and he stopped moving. , just propped his hands on his chest to barely keep a little distance, and raised his eyes to look at him: "Then you talk carefully, don't get so close to me!"

"I only play the trumpet to coax my dad to play. I just want to take a few more days off to stay with you at home, and the painting is the same." Han Qiaoyu said: "I just saw you take the painting I went outside without telling me, and when I was anxious, I did something stupid. Really, I just wanted to keep it for myself. After all these years, you didn’t give me a pair..."

Lu Ming kicked him in the quilt, and he didn't know where he kicked. Han Qiaoyu was breathing heavily.

Lu Ming glared at him: "Stop talking nonsense with me here, do you really think so!"

Han Qiaoyu spread his legs and pressed him, and said: "At least half of it is like this. The rest is because I'm afraid you won't feel comfortable outside. Those circles are too pedantic. I don't want to see you waste a few years slowly getting into it. It's okay if you don't go. , isn’t there me? It’s just that if you can’t sell it in a short time…”

Lu Ming: "Get lost!"

Lu Ming kicked him twice again, Han Qiaoyu couldn't bear it anymore, hugged him and coaxed him softly, it was as sticky as rubber glue and couldn't be torn off, Lu Ming almost wanted to do it angrily.This was the first time he had a face-to-face quarrel with Han Qiaoyu. He was so happy when he found out that the painting was sold, but now that the falsehood was exposed, Lu Ming was so angry. He exploded as soon as Han Qiaoyu opened his mouth.

Lu Ming pushed him and gritted his teeth angrily: "I don't need you to sympathize, get out!" I was very angry when I found out that I couldn't do it, but Han Qiaoyu came to sympathize with him, who made him sympathize!

Han Qiaoyu didn't dare to let go, this time he didn't even have the courage to get out of bed and kneel. If the conditions didn't allow him, he wished he could kneel to Lu Ming on the bed.

Lu Ming was sweating all over, but before letting go, he pushed his forehead and said bitterly, "I won't sell you any future paintings!"

What the hell is going on here? If Boss Hu of the gallery finds out about the left-handed and right-handed ones, people might think they are laundering money!

Han Qiaoyu waited for him to stop and began to pant, then carefully kissed the corner of his mouth a few times, Lu Ming turned his head to avoid it, and his chest heaved a few times in anger.Han Qiaoyu didn't give up, and carefully kissed his earlobe, bit it and said, "I told you, you can beat or scold him if you want, don't leave."

Lu Ming was so angry: "You must be sick!"

Han Qiaoyu kissed him and whispered, "Yes, I'm sick, don't go."

Lu Ming: "..."

Lu Ming: "Get up, you've learned to be sloppy, haven't you!"

Han Qiaoyu hugged him and turned over, let him lie on his body, put his arms around his waist and looked at him, and said, "Let me tell you one more thing, okay? Do you remember that when you were young, you went to learn from Mr. Daishan?" Is it about painting?"

Lu Ming struggled twice and then stopped, looked down at Han Qiaoyu, the two of them were breathing very close to each other, but they both calmed down when they blended together, Lu Ming wondered: "I remember, but I didn't mention it to you, did you?" How do you know?"