How Much for a Pound of Cuteness

At eight o'clock in Beijing time, in the company's elevator, Lu Jiaheng shouldn't be the place where the time and place should appear.

However, the man now held his arms steady, his breath familiar, his voice lingering in his ears, and the familiar made people cry.

Chuichi held one hand tightly in his arm, opened his eyes and looked at the metal door of the elevator, and the two short legs pedaled quietly and gasped: "Lu Jiaheng?"

The man laughed softly: "The little girl is so fierce now?"

She finally determined that it was him.

His first eyes were red, his tense nerves and his body relaxed little by little, and he let him hug him softly.

She was almost scared to death, her heartbeat is still not normal, her scalp is numb, and she has even made up countless pictures.

For example, she encountered a perverted murderer, which may still be a kind of serial crime. Finally, a few days later, the police found her by a river.

Hatsune hung his head down, motionlessly like a doll, thinking about it, the tears in his eyes popped out of his head.

Flicking, hitting the man hugging her arm.

At first, Shuichi grinned and started crying wowly, but his voice was not loud, but it sounded very sad and grieved.

Lu Jiaheng stunned, hung up the phone in his hand and stuffed it into his pocket. The man put it on the ground and turned in a circle. With both hands clasped her waist, the man was lifted up again like a cat.

The little girl cried choking choking, her eyes were red, her brows were frowning, her small mouth was pitifully deflated, her voice was sticky, and she cried with a crying cry: "Woo Lu Jiaheng, your bastard..."

"Frighten me as soon as you come back..."

"Scared me, scared me..."

"I thought I was going to die ohh..."

Lu Jiaheng couldn't help crying and laughing, holding her little buttocks and holding her in her arms, patting her back gently: "Nonsense."

Hatsuri raised his hand, his small arm around him, resting his chin on his shoulder, sniffing tears at him while sniffing his nose, sobbing: "I thought I had met abnormality."

Lu Jiaheng hadn't had time to speak yet. She paused and continued while crying: "Actually I just met the perverted woo..."

Lu Jiaheng: "..."

She was crying sadly on his body. At the beginning, she was still really crying. When she came back, she bowed cryingly into his arms. The voice must be crying realistically. The tears were long gone.

Lu Jiaheng embraced her child in a placid manner, holding her upright, raised her hand and pressed the elevator, and went down to the underground parking lot. With a jingle, the elevator door opened.

Chuichi was still humming and grieving over there.

Lu Jiaheng walked out of the elevator and heard that she was crying falsely, and she lowered her eyes: "Cry again, I touched it."

"..."

The first garden was quiet for a moment.

She leaned against his shoulder, her arms drooping softly, gruntingly, and whispered to him by asking herself quietly—

"Is Lu Jiaheng abnormal?"

"Yes."

"Is Lu Jiaheng a bastard?"

"It's a bastard."

"..."

Lu Jiaheng laughed lowly: "So dissatisfied with me?"

"Who made you so scary."

He took out the car key, opened the door, and put the person on the ground.

Hakuchi automatically climbed up to the co-pilot, closed the door, and buckled the seat belt.

Lu Jiaheng got on the train.

With a bang, the car door closed, Lu Jiaheng grabbed her bag and threw it back, the person leaned close, dragging her chin with one hand.

At the beginning, Ichiburi just blinked, and the soft, soft lips stuck on.

Lips and teeth intersect, and the man's breath spreads.

He rubbed the hand holding her head back, gently kneading her humorous earlobe, rubbing his fingertips against the delicate skin behind the ear.

Hatsuji was still annoyed, pushing him symbolically twice, and the man grabbed his wrist with one hand, pulled it forward, and put it on his shoulder.

It looked as if he had surrounded him for the first time.

She tilted her head slightly and felt the tip of the man's tongue break in, grabbing all the air in her mouth arrogantly and eagerly, and pulling the tip of her tongue out.

At first, Tong Zhi's tongue numb, with a slight pain, she flinched back and opened her eyes.

At the same time, Lu Jiaheng also opened his eyes.

The dark, picky eyes seemed to be able to **** people in. The big hand didn't know when it had slipped to the chest, and the palm heat penetrated through the clothes and coats of a little thickness, with light weight.

Chuchi opened his eyes wide, his body tense, and vaguely murmured, and the man shrank back, trying to grab his wrist.

Lu Jiaheng bit her tongue gently and evacuated.

Lu Jiaheng leaned his head and leaned against her neck fosse, making two low voices, as if gasping and laughing: "My first time I grew up again."

His hand was still on her chest, not very strong, but there was a shock.

The words fell, the five fingers moved slightly, and they squeezed lightly, not knowing what they meant.

With a loud bang, the first craze burst into fireworks in her mind, and she retreated irrevocably, leaning her back against the car door, her small face flushed, her eyes red, and her lips swollen a little.

Her small face was crumpled, and she looked like she was crying again. She was bullied so badly. Bai Nen's small hand held him on the wrist that fell on his chest and pushed him: "Hold your hand away!"

Lu Jiaheng looked down at her.

Chuchi bit her lips pitifully, twisting uncomfortably, her ears flushed with shame.

He sighed in a low voice: "How can you feel that you are too young at any time."

"Obviously I was just saying that I grew up again." Chuichi subconsciously retorted.

As soon as the words fell, she reacted.

Lu Jiaheng raised her eyebrows and looked at her with a smile: "You don't need to be big anymore, this is fine."

At first, he was angry and shy, almost bursting into hair, and pushed him away fiercely: "You are so annoying!"

He straightened up and leaned back on the back of the driver's seat, still laughing, lazily: "I don't have any opinions about being bigger."

Chuichi covered his face tightly with both hands, only showing red ears outside: "Shut up!"

No one told Lu Jiaheng about returning to China a few months in advance.

Only Cheng Yi knows, because he has to go to his house to clean in advance.

When Lu Jiaheng entered the door, Cheng Yizheng looked like I fucked, and stood in the middle of the living room playing with a mobile phone with a feather duster in his hand.

Hearing the door opening, Cheng Yi raised his head and saw Lu Jiaheng, a servant in the face.

He dragged a box into the door, took off his shoes, and planted his hips on the sofa.

Cheng Yi burst into a rough sentence, and the person walked over: "Where did you **** get off the plane and go? Do you know how long Lao Tzu waited for you?"

Lu Jiaheng was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, but because of the jet lag problem, he couldn't sleep at all. He lazily raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "Won't you call?"

Cheng Yi was furious, and the feather duster in his hand flew directly towards him and roared, "Are you **** picking up?!"

Lu Jiaheng raised his hand for one block and accompanied Cheng Yichi's feather duster to the end of his life all afternoon, and fell to the ground with a click.

He rubbed his eyebrows and yawned: "I'm going to the company."

Cheng Yi didn't expect it, but it was a little unexpected: "You went to the company, what's the matter, just like that when you come back?"

"Well, take my wife off work."

"..."

Cheng Yi rolled his eyes.

He sat down on the coffee table and looked at him up and down with his magical eyes. After a while, he sighed softly: "Aheng, don't you think it's a plant?"

Lu Jiaheng leaned back on the sofa and said nothing.

Cheng Yi said: "My mother didn't expect you to be in a relationship for such a long time. In fact, when you first went abroad, I made a bet with Lin Baiyang. How long will you break up? Lin Yu was surprised. Also let me be personal."

Lu Jiaheng hummed with closed eyes: "Then she finally spoke a human word."

Cheng Yi was silent for a while before continuing: "We went out to play that day, Lin Yu was so surprised that he sat alone on the roadside crying."

Lu Jiaheng opened his eyes.

He leaned his elbows on his legs, leaned forward, and looked at him with a little curiosity: "I don't know what happened to her all these years, but what does it feel like like you guys?"

Lu Jiaheng glanced at him: "It's the feeling you see."

Laughing is because of this person, crying is also because of this person.

As long as she says a word, he can do anything.

She asked him to die, he smiled and handed her the knife.

A few hours later, the brain accepted the fact that Lu Jiaheng had returned.

Back home in the evening, she took a good bath and lay in bed, still thinking that he was back in a house separated by a ceiling and a floor, still a little unbelievable.

She turned over and grabbed her mobile phone. After thinking about it, she sat up and leaned against the bedside. She touched the headphones from the bedside cabinet and sent a video to Lu Jiaheng.

The man over there picked up quickly and was already in a bath, lying on the bed, pajamas dressed loosely, exposing the collarbone and a chest.

He picked it up, and Sudori suddenly didn't know what to say.

Behind him is a light-tone wallpaper, dark gray pillows, the edge of the screen reveals the bedside table and a lamp, which are his home.

The two of them stared at each other in the video for a while, and Hatsui did not speak.

Lu Jiaheng looked at her sideways and smiled: "Missing me?"

Chuchi blinked: "How is Lu Jiaheng, how about Xiaojuhua and his male god?"

"..."

Lu Jiaheng said softly: "Hatsuchi, I hung up."

The little girl "Oops", turned over and lay on the bed, put the phone on the head of the bed and stood with her elbows on the bed, her small hands on her face: "Aren't you going back this time?"

The girl was lying down like this, the collar of her pajamas was hanging down, no underwear was inside, and the two groups hanging down in the past were looming.

Lu Jiaheng narrowed his eyes, his eyes were dull, and paused for a few seconds.

"Then did you find a job?"

"found it."

"Then when do you start working?"

"Next week, I'll have a jet lag."

Kicked the legs at the beginning, patted the bed with the instep of the feet, and the softness of the neckline fell down with her movements: "Then you--"

"At the beginning," Lu Jiaheng closed her eyes and interrupted her.

He looked down at the person in the video, licked his lips, and whispered: "Are you going to follow me with a passionate video late at night?"

Chuichi: "..."

Chuchi was stunned, stunned by his shameless words, and seemed to be pushed open the door of the new world, rubbing back and rubbing back, thinking about it, and rubbing back, looking at him a little curiously: " What a passionate video?" She raised her hand, clenched the collar of her pajamas, her face flushed nervously, "I want... Do I want to take it off?"

"..."

Lu Jiaheng's brain hurts: "Don't, you don't want to mess with me."

Churi pulled over the pillow and hugged: "You still want me to **** you."

Lu Jiaheng: "?"

Chuichi: "Just dream."

Lu Jiaheng: "?"

Lu Jiaheng fell asleep on jet lag, was unwilling to fall asleep at first, and finally fell asleep when talking, the video did not hang, and stood beside him crookedly.

The girl's half small face was buried in the pillow, her long hair was scattered, her mouth was crooked, her long eyelashes were covered, she slept in all directions, sweet and sweet.

In the silence, she seemed to be able to hear her breathing smoothly and evenly.

Lu Jiaheng wanted to dig a hole to go directly downstairs, went down to help her pick up the headphones, and cover the quilt.

Early in the morning the next day, when I was awake, I opened my eyes to a man's enlarged face on the phone screen.

The video didn't hang all night, and the phone had only 6% of the battery left. Lu Jiaheng was dim over there. It should have been shortly after he fell asleep. He lay quietly on the pillow and fell asleep.

Churi rubbed his eyes and admired the handsome side of his boyfriend for a while, then got up and hung up the video and climbed out of bed.

As a result, he was ready to go out, and when he first opened the door, he saw the man standing next to the elevator, standing with his head down.

Hearing the door opening, Lu Jiaheng raised his eyes.

He was wearing a shirt, a coat was casually placed outside, leaning against the elevator, his eyes reddish and his eyes narrowed.

Chuchi closed the door, walked over, the heel stepped on the marble floor, and clicked: "How are you up?"

Lu Jiaheng randomly grabbed his hair, which was a little messy, and his voice was hoarse: "Send you to work."

Chuchi simply wanted to hit him, raised his hand against his back and pushed towards the stairs, urging him to go upstairs: "Hurry back to bed, I can go to work by myself, and send me when your jet lag reverses."

Lu Jiaheng was pushed forward a few steps softly by her, suddenly turned around, lowered her eyes, and looked at her straightly.

Chuichi looked a little hairy in his eyes: "What are you doing..."

He raised his hand, and his cool fingertips gently rubbed along the line of her lower lip and fell on the corner of her lips: "You have applied lipstick."

"I'm going to work just to apply a little bit..." Chuichi unconsciously pursed his lips, looking a little frustrated, "Aren't they pretty?"

Lu Jiaheng hooked his lips, his voice low: "It looks good."

He said, fingers sliding from the corners of her lips, pinching the pointed little chin slightly, and leaning down.

Seeing that he was going to kiss in the next second, Hakuchi's eyes widened, and he raised his hand quickly, snapped it on his face, and pushed it away against his face.

When the kiss was rejected, Lu Jiaheng tilted his head slightly: "Can't you kiss?"

Chuichi shook his head: "Lipstick will be eaten."

He licked his lips: "Eat and then make up."

"That won't work either. Lin Tong bought it for me, you can't kiss it," Chuichi looked up at him, looking at him seriously, "Whoever buys will kiss."

Lu Jiaheng: "..."