After being raised by the overlord as a lover

The winter in Z City is different from that in Ning City. Walking outside, the wind is blowing, as if it can blow people away.

But the interior is another story.

Du Pei also liked to lie by the window and watch the snow, so he simply pushed the bed over.

Lu Jingmo watched with his own eyes as he lifted the bed and moved it on one side, then on the other side, and after a few times, it was completely brought to the window.

It was silent for a long time that day before slowing down.

Du Pei thought he had scared someone, but who knew that Lu Jingmo pressed him against the window last night and cried most of the night.

When I woke up now, I still wanted to swear, but I just cared about my throat, didn't speak, but lay on my stomach holding the water glass.

"Today is red bean porridge." The casserole was simmered for several hours, the rice grains and beans were rotten, and the aroma wafted out.

Lu Jingmo came in with porridge, set up a small table on the bed, and went to bed as well.

Du Pei kicked him, but Lu Jingmo pinned his leg.

"Don't move."

Lu Jingmo's body was already hot, and the heater was turned on in the room. After moving a few times, Du Pei felt that he was going to sweat, so he gave up. After eating the porridge, he lay down again, watching Lu Jingmo busy Outside tidying up, suddenly said.

"Lu Jingmo."

"Huh?" Lu Jingmo just finished watering the flowers, went in and picked up the clothes on the ground and threw them into the laundry basket.

"Come here." Du Pei moved to the end of the bed and beckoned to him.

Lu Jingmo was puzzled, but put down the things in his hands and walked over.

"Squat down." Du Pei said again.

Lu Jingmo did as he was told, eye level with Du Pei.

Du Pei smiled and raised his hand to pat his head, "So good."

"Really?" Lu Jingmo's eyes turned deep, and he kissed his lips.

Sensing the danger, Du Pei withdrew his hand, and innocently blinked at him, "Honey, go get busy."

Lu Jingmo didn't move, so Du Pei had no choice but to go over and kiss him again before coaxing him away.

Du Pei put the pillow by the window, and touched the book from the bedside. He bought it some time ago, took a copy and put it down, but didn't read it.

After reading a few pages, I remembered the sentence "Frost and snow blowing all over your head can be regarded as a white head" [1].

The hand holding the book got lower and lower, so Du Pei finally gave up and just lay down on his stomach to look at the snow outside the window.

At this moment, the outside has already gone down one level, and from a distance, it looks like they are wearing hats.

After Lu Jingmo packed his things and came in, he saw his forehead pressed against the glass, watching intently.

He opened the quilt and sat down, helped Du Pei rub his waist, and asked curiously, "What are you looking at?"

Du Pei turned over, looked up at him, opened the window, came in with a handful of snow, and put some on his head and some on Lu Jingmo's head.

Learning now and using it now, "Do you think we are growing old together now?"

"Be careful of catching a cold." Lu Jingmo took off the snowflakes on his head, and wiped Du Pei's hair with a tissue.

"It's not romantic at all." Du Pei leaned on his lap, took the phone over and prepared to play games.

Lu Jingmo smiled helplessly, lowered his head and kissed his forehead, "I'll say this when I'm old."

Du Pei hung his fingers, looked up at him, his eyes lit up again, blinking, "Who would tell you such nasty things when you're old."

"You." Lu Jingmo replied to him, with a fondness in his voice, and he didn't know whether he was talking about him or replying to him again.

Du Pei started a game, but couldn't continue playing. He planned to go out and build a snowman with Lu Jingmo when the snow stopped.

He found the down jacket and other equipment, and before the snow stopped, he waited until Lu Jingmo's phone rang.

"I see." Lu Jingmo's face changed slightly, but he replied calmly.

After he finished speaking, he looked at Du Pei and apologized, "I can't make a snowman with you today, I have to go somewhere."

"Is it a private matter?" Du Pei asked Lu Jingmo like he was just now.

"Yeah." Lu Jingmo nodded and picked up his clothes, "You wait for me obediently at home, I'll be back in two days."

Du Pei put on his clothes, opened the door, and asked tentatively, "Shall I go together?"

He always felt that Lu Jingmo's face was not very good-looking, and he was worried.

Lu Jingmo was only taken aback for a moment, then agreed with him to follow.

Du Pei sat in the co-pilot, waiting for the car to drive all the way to the suburbs, feeling even more puzzled.

The snow has stopped, but you have to pay extra attention when driving. Lu Jingmo drove very slowly, and it was already afternoon when he arrived at the place.

The snow in the town was not clear, the car stopped outside, Du Pei followed Lu Jingmo out of the car, and saw that there were many cars in the parking lot, many of which had license plate numbers from other places.

"The director of the orphanage I was in before left today." Lu Jingmo also stopped to take a look, took Du Pei's hand and walked forward.

Du Pei stepped on the snow with one foot deep and one shallow, listening to him speak slowly.

"At that time, the orphanage was not so formal, and there were not many benefits. It was the dean who brought people to make money to supplement the children in the orphanage. Preschool literacy was also taught there."

This time the dean left, many people rushed back from other places, planning to send this last journey, he knew it too late.

They walked two streets before they saw the gate of the orphanage.

The snow on the ground in front of the door has already been cleared, but the wall is still facing the snowdrift, the blue bricks look very nice, and there is a five-story building in the yard, which is eye-catching in the town.

Du Pei subconsciously glanced at Lu Jingmo.

"It's not me." With nostalgia on Lu Jingmo's face, he pulled people in, "It's the money paid by the brothers."

There were only low voices of conversation in the orphanage, and several adults were hugging children, looking very calm and not sad.

Just as Du Pei was curious, a middle-aged woman came out from the room beside the room with gentle eyes.

"Are you just here? The dean said he won't let you come back, but I think you have to come and see me off for the last journey. In the future, Lan Tian will have nothing to do with you, so don't always worry about it..."

After the woman babbled, she said that she had booked a hotel nearby, and they could go directly to stay. The funeral is tomorrow morning.

Lu Jingmo changed shifts to guard the mourning hall, while Du Pei borrowed things from the kitchen, stewed a few pots of soup and was busy taking care of the children.

He squinted on the table in the middle of the night, and when he woke up again, he was already in the hotel.

It was dim outside, and the time could not be distinguished. The orphanage had already locked the door.

It was only then that Du Pei remembered to reach for his phone, and as soon as he took it out, a shadow fell in front of him.

"Are you hungry?" Lu Jingmo was wearing a black coat, his face was a little tired, but his eyes were bright and energetic.

"Go eat first."

"You..." Du Pei hesitated to speak, not knowing where to ask.

"It was buried this morning." Lu Jingmo said lightly, "Everyone has gone back."

Du Pei breathed a sigh of relief, "That's it."

"The dean is getting old." This day will happen sooner or later.

After Lu Jingmo finished explaining, he raised his hand and pressed his hair, "Don't worry."

Du Pei looked at him worriedly, and they returned to City Z that day, and it seemed that nothing happened.

It's just that Du Pei vaguely felt that Lu Jingmo was more clingy.

He woke up in the middle of the night, only to realize that Lu Jingmo was not by his side.

Du Pei searched for the light and found Lu Jingmo in the study.

Seeing him coming, Lu Jingmo quickly put away the things in his hand.

"Hiding what?" Du Pei knocked on the table.

"I'll make some preparations." Lu Jingmo whispered.

Du Pei didn't quite understand, he frowned.

Lu Jingmo saw that he was stopping him from asking for an answer, so he could only say, "I'm afraid I left earlier, and you can't take care of yourself well."

"Why?" Du Pei sat down on the table and frowned at him.

"We're only one year behind. Who can say this kind of thing."

Lu Jingmo lowered his eyes, unable to express his inner feelings.

Du Pei stared at him for a while, then raised his hand to rub Lu Jingmo's hair, "I will be with you, don't think so much."

Lu Jingmo nodded, not sure if he had written it down.

It was the first time Du Pei tried to comfort someone, he was silent for a while, and then said, "Do you want some candy?"

"Yeah." Lu Jingmo thought of when he comforted Du Pei before, raised his head and smiled at Du Pei, and reached out to touch his pocket.

Just as he took out the lollipop from his pocket, Du Pei had already held his cheek and pecked him on the lips.

Lu Jingmo froze, tightening his fingers holding Tang.

Du Pei asked again, "Is there any more?"

Lu Jingmo didn't return, he put his arms around Du Pei's waist and hugged Du Pei into his arms.

He was dazed, why bother to think about those things now, there are more important things to do now.

Being with Curly is much more important than thinking about those things.

The author has something to say: Curly Du: Husband thinks about what to do, give him a beating...

Mr. Lu: 0.0

Curly Du: Forget it, let's fight next time.

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［1］There are too many versions uploaded on the Internet. What I found is the words in the first hand song.

The little curly hair should be gone, and there is another one (Du Yiyuan) and his husband's thing ooo

The following are the remaining problems before, don't look at them.

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The National Security Department came to the door two years later. At this moment, the laboratory under Lu Jingmo's name is making rapid progress, and has produced a highly simulated household robot.

"Mr. Lu, I hope you can stop here." The man who came to the door had a refined face, straight to the point.

"The cost is too high, and I didn't intend to release it." Lu Jingmo said, smiling at the person opposite.

In fact, these robots are on the verge of being able to think, and problems may arise at any time, and Lu Jingmo naturally cannot afford it.

The man said again, "Mr. Lu is a sensible person, so let me say a few more words. Actually, we knew about the matter between you and Mr. Du Pei three years ago..."

As soon as Du Pei was teleported over, the space-time shuttle bureau was under control.

In the later generations, the factions were divided into two groups. One supported the space-time travel agency, and the other insisted on destroying it. When someone was sent back, everyone panicked again.

No one knows how much impact a person will have on everything when they go back to the past. They are not sure what direction it will develop, so they forcefully shut down the space-time shuttle.

And Qiao Xiran also became the target of hunting.

"It's not a wise move for him to escape back." The man smiled lightly, with a hint of sarcasm.

Since Qiao Xiran could come back, so could others, but the person who took over the space-time shuttle agency was not as reckless as Qiao Xiran, he just sent them a message from the National Security Department, asking them to arrest Qiao Xiran.

Qiao Xiran traveled back to ten years ago, but instead brought them a lot of new things, prying Qiao Xiran's mouth open was enough to save them a few years of effort.

Lu Jingmo listened in silence, watching their reactions calmly.

"You don't have to be so vigilant. Du Pei's only influence should be on you. This is a good thing. If we want to do something, we won't wait until now."

The man left after speaking.

And the two Qiao Xiran who were locked together were scolding each other, one scolded the current Qiao Xiran as an idiot, and the other scolded Qiao Xiran ten years later as useless.

But no matter what, it's all in vain, and it's impossible to be released.