How Much for a Pound of Cuteness

For the first time, he was stunned and twisted around.

His chest was tightly pressed against her back, and his long, loose hair was caught in the middle and rubbed a bit.

Lu Jiaheng raised his hand and bent his index finger slightly, hooking her long hair to the side, exposing a white and tender neck.

Chuichi turned sideways and said seriously: "No, I sneaked out. If I don't go back, I will be killed by my dad."

"..."

Whether she was killed or whether he was killed, Lu Jiaheng reserved his opinion.

Lu Jiaheng broke her body and hugged her into her arms again: "Hug for a while."

Chu Gardenan quietly let him hold him, and the cake he pulled out was placed in front of him, before he poked him with his elbow: "Go and bring the dishes, take the knife and fork."

Lu Jiaheng didn't move.

"Go quickly." Chuichi urged him.

He let go of his hands slowly, reluctantly letting her stand up, going to the kitchen to get the plates and knives and forks, and then holding the crisper and sitting next to her.

He opened the crispers one by one, and Hakuchi took a knife to cut the cake, cut a piece, put it upside down on the plate, and pushed it to him first.

The thin white fingertips scratched the edges of the cake and rubbed a little cream.

Lu Jiaheng looked at the hand that was pushing the plate, suddenly leaned close, raised her hand and squeezed her hand, carefully pulled out the creamy knife, then raised it to the lips, the tip of the tongue protruded, and slowly licked off Cream on her fingertips.

The soft and smooth touch, wet, slowly and slowly down her fingertips, the tip of the tongue rolled up the cream above, a little white stained on the tip of his bright red tongue, and then was dexterously put into the cavity.

Lu Jiaheng let go of her, licked her lips, and looked down slightly, like a demon who had just finished eating, it seemed to be still aftertaste: "Sweet."

"..."

The first garden face was red and red, and there was a feeling of being seduced.

She withdrew her hand back, back to the back, where the fingertips were licked, she secretly rubbed her thumb, even with a little wet on the top: "How do you--"

Lu Jiaheng lowered his eyes and his eyes fell on the fruit cheese.

The cake is not big, but it is exquisitely made. The cranberry jam is covered with a layer of light pink transparent jelly. The middle is a small Eiffel Tower made of chocolate. The carving is beautiful and beautiful.

Lu Jiaheng raised his hand and pinched the spire of the tower to remove it. The four corners of the tower were covered with cranberry jam. He raised it in front of Chuichi: "Open your mouth."

He was so distracted that he had just forgotten what she had just said. She was a little uncomfortable, and she didn’t want the jam on the other three corners to get to the corners of her lips, and she couldn’t eat the four corners of the chocolate tower at the same time. in.

She tilted her head obliquely, and carefully licked the cranberry jam on it.

Lu Jiaheng lowered his eyes, his eyes heavy.

With a loud bang, Hakuchi bit off a corner of the Eiffel Tower with his hand, and purely opened his eyes and chewed the chocolate in his mouth.

Contrasting the two compartments, Lu Jiaheng felt that he was particularly perverted, particularly shameless, and particularly bastard.

Lu Jiaheng closed his eyes and inserted the Eiffel Tower back into the cake. The man leaned closer and looked at her closely.

Chuichi can even see a small shadow in his pupil.

Three seconds of silence.

Chuichi first started.

She lifted one hand, covered her mouth with her hand, and stretched the other hand forward, patting his head back with a snap.

She looked at him with a bit of sadness in her eyes, and said dully: "Don't bite me..."

"..."

Lu Jiaheng laughed lowly, grabbed her wrist against his head and pulled it down, and the man leaned over again: "I won't bite you anymore."

The moment the words fell, a thin lip was imprinted on the back of her hand, and a light kiss fell.

His eyes met, he licked his lips and whispered: "Happy birthday at first."

Week after week, Lu Jiaheng would inexplicably have another cup of coffee on the table every night.

A week later, Lu Jiaheng listened to the meeting for the second time. This time, Mr. Lu was finally here.

It was almost over, and Lu Jiaheng noticed that the secretary next to him was the last one.

With his eyes down, the coffee in the mug in front of him was mellow.

He turned his head, just in line with the young lady's eyes.

Lu Jiaheng raised his eyebrows, stretched his long legs, leaned back, and quietly pushed the coffee cup forward.

Lu Jiaheng spent more than twelve hours in the company for one week in a row. Although there were many restrictions on Lu Hongsheng's side, he was gradually familiar with some basic procedures. He still dragged a chair in the corner of the table and listened to each part. The person in charge reports the progress of the work.

Last time he didn't understand fart, and he played invisible people without saying a word. At this time, Grandpa Lu was sitting in the town. Lu Jiaheng felt that the air quality in the meeting room had improved a lot.

Lu Hongsheng is also active today. The whole portrait is a blazing flame. He used the plan in his hand to play the horn of revolution, and has infinite fighting spirit and strength.

Lu Jiaheng was also happy, how happy someone felt above him, and even more speeches with him.

The specific basic is-

Lu Hongsheng: "How many eyes are on the land in the development zone.

Lu Jiaheng: "Oh."

Lu Hongsheng: "The land price there is not high, and there is no threat of competition from peers."

Lu Jiaheng: "Hehe."

Lu Hongsheng: "The surrounding university towns are dominated by student groups, and you can try to choose some young and fashionable niche brands in investment promotion."

Lu Jiaheng covered his mouth with one hand, hanging Erlang in a chair, his eyes floating outside the window, talking to himself, but the sound was so loud that everyone in the meeting room could hear: "Today the clouds are so white."

Lu Hongsheng: "..."

At the end of the afternoon meeting, Lu Jiaheng was left alone by Mr. Lu.

The old man sat leisurely in a big chair, calmly and calmly as if the green one was not Jingheng recently, Lu Jiaheng honestly said: "Grandpa."

The old man and the **** are here: "I heard that you have worked very hard recently, and you work hard in school."

Lu Jiaheng didn't speak, his thumb fingertips gently scratched his eyebrows, waiting for the old man's words.

"Every day I'm busy listening to the freshman class. The physical exam is absent to listen to freshman thinking and hang on to the exam."

"..."

You really look at Liu Lu and listen to all directions.

Master Lu said lightly: "You saw what your father did this week. I won’t give you a few years. If you don’t, Jingheng will recognize you even if you don’t have the surname Lu. You are a smart kid, you can play , But you should understand when and what matters most."

Chuichi felt bored this holiday.

For almost half a month, she lived a decadent day of eating, sleeping, and playing mobile games. The door didn't go out of the way. The favorability of several little handsome guys in her mobile phone almost reached the top.

She didn't dare to send a message to Lu Jiaheng. The two people could only get in touch after 9pm every day, and occasionally he would send her a video.

Only half a month later, he looked thin, his chin was thin, his eyes were deep, and the video was not very real, but he could still see a slight shadow under his eyes.

Chuchi frowned, urging him to take a bath and sleep.

At the beginning of the next day, it was rare for Tachibana to roll on the bed. She got up early in the morning. She took screenshots of a bunch of recipes in her photo album and pulled Ms. Deng up for a teaching course, saying that she wanted to learn cooking.

In fact, she learned it, and she watched the whole process all the time. The ingredients were in the pot. She took a spoon and shoveled it to stir fry.

Even so, Hashiri's hands were burned with two small pieces.

After a tossing in the morning, at noon, Chuichi turned out the insulated lunch box and packed the same dishes.

She knew where Lu Jiaheng's company was, and took a taxi to the lobby, but was stopped at the front desk to prevent her from entering.

Chuichi originally wanted to surprise him, but the result was still the same. He turned over his phone and called Lu Jiaheng.

At this time, it should have been the lunch break. Some people began to come out one after another in the bright lobby of the office building. The women wore neat and beautiful business clothes, and in many winters they only wore coats.

The makeup is so delicate that no single mistake can be picked out, the hair is carefully treated, and everyone exudes the unique charm of a mature woman.

Chuchi looked down silently, looking at his down jacket as thick as a bear, with a bear pattern stitched on it, and even down jacket hat with two bear ears.

There is no gap without comparison, and the injury came suddenly.

When I think of Lu Jiaheng's colleagues like this every day, to spend a whole winter vacation in this environment, there was a very strong sense of crisis at first.

Before she could think about where this sense of crisis came from, Lu Jiaheng had come out of the elevator.

The little girl was so conspicuous. She wore a white down jacket and a light coffee-colored scarf wrapped tightly. The whole person looked warm, like a little penguin.

The little penguin stood at the door with its head down, and looked a little downcast from afar, not sure what to think about.

Lu Jiaheng raised her lips and walked towards her.

The little penguin raised his head and saw him.

He didn't look the same as he did when he was in school. Although his neat shirt and suit also had a languid smell on his body, it seemed that she was not a person from the world at once.

Chuichi bowed his head again.

He couldn't help but looked up at him secretly.

A little handsome.

Lu Jiaheng stood still and leaned down to hold her hand. She didn't wear gloves. Fortunately, she got down directly from the taxi. It wasn't too cold. Only her fingertips were a bit cold.

He circled her hands and lowered his eyes: "How come?"

Chuchi blinked: "Where do you usually eat?"

Lu Jiaheng hasn't eaten lunch in many days.

He led her in, "Not necessarily," he paused, raising his eyebrows, "Are you coming to lunch with me?"

Chu Yi smiled and lifted the bag in his hand: "I made the meal for you!"

Lu Jiaheng stunned.

The little girl happily, she was afraid of the cold, the whole person was wrapped in a small bread, he was led into the elevator, said happily: "I made sweet and sour pork ribs, although not my own, but I turned of!"

"Do you eat sweet and sour? You taste it, my mother's sweet and sour pork ribs are the best!"

"No, not my mother, I mean me, me!"

"I got up at seven in the morning. I only slept for seven hours. I was so sleepy."

"Lu Jiaheng, how many layers of your company have you not been here for so long?"

She was holding her little lunchbox like a baby, mumbled, and did not know whether she was talking to him or herself.

There were still a few people in the elevator. When they saw this scene, they couldn't help but bend their lips. They just thought the little girl was soft and sweet, and she was very cute.

Chuchi didn't pay much attention to others, so he grabbed his hand and rubbed his eyes with his back: "Lu Jiaheng, do you have an independent office, I want to sleep."

He hooked his lips all the way and listened to her, and when he heard this, he finally paused.

Lu Jiaheng licked his lips, lowering his eyes meaningfully to see her: "Baby."

Chu Garden looked up: "Well?"

The index finger of his free hand was raised, standing empty on his lips, and the tone of voice shushed in a hurry: "This is no need to say it here, you will tell me alone later."