On the Routine of President Wen

The so-called "sour grapes mentality" means that when you look at the grapes and want to eat them but can't eat them, you insist on saying that the grapes are so sour, which refers to saying that what you can't get is bad.

At this moment, Fu Yihuan closed his eyes tightly, gritted his teeth, took Luo Heng as a sour grape, and muttered uncontrollably in his throat: "Isn't it just a few years old, what's there to be excited about? The muscles must have been relaxed, and the physical strength is definitely not as good as before. Out of sight, out of mind, calm and calm..."

"What are you mumbling about?" While waiting for the red light, Luo Heng turned to look at Fu Yihuan.

Fu Yihuan shook his head again and again: "It's nothing, I'm just... thinking about... life!"

"Thinking about life?" The fingers tapping the steering wheel stopped, Luo Heng glanced at the timer of the red light, and after 20 seconds, he unbuckled his seat belt and leaned over to Fu Yihuan.

Fu Yihuan, whose face was gently broken by his chin, suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face just a short distance away. As Luo Heng's drooping eyebrows and eyes slowly raised to face him, Fu Yihuan's Adam's apple was uncontrollably moving up and down. After rolling, a little bit of redness started from the base of the ears, and spread to the neck and the whole face at a speed visible to the naked eye. The feeling of boiling in the head gave Fu Yihuan the urge to "squeak~" out loud.

"You finally opened your eyes to see me."

Luo Heng chuckled, and was about to sit back in the driver's seat, but Fu Yihuan grabbed his collar: "Mr. Luo, you..."

"What you say with your eyes closed is inevitably not blind. Only with your eyes open can you see the reality clearly and follow your heart. In terms of seniority, you should call me 'uncle'. I think, as an elder, it is necessary to chat with you , " Luo Heng said this while pulling his collar out of Fu Yihuan's hand, sat back in the driver's seat, and stepped on the accelerator, "About what you said in Twilight Restaurant."

Having said that, Fu Yihuan suddenly understood why Luo Heng drove him back in person.

Before at Twilight Restaurant, when faced with Luo Heng's question, Fu Yihuan bluntly said that he fell in love with Luo Heng at first sight. At that time, everyone in the audience was stunned. To express their respect to him, everyone was very cooperative, talking one after another, dragging Fu Yihuan down the stairs that Luo Heng had built.

Although he was very depressed, Fu Yihuan still put the overall situation first, and kept his mouth shut, which was regarded as acquiescing.

After such a fuss, after Luo Heng criticized Luo Chen, everyone lost their minds about eating. Luo Jin glanced at the time and said to Luo Heng: "Xiao Heng, I won't be here after nine o'clock." Eat, save today's meal for next time."

Luo Heng seemed to be accustomed to Luo Jin's routine, and nodded: "Okay, then I'll take you back."

"Don't bother, the assistant drove the car. I asked him to wait for me downstairs. We didn't go on the way. I'll go first. You should go back earlier." Luo Jin stood up, waved her hand indifferently, out of the lounge.

After Luo Jin left, Shao Li, who was standing aside and staring at the trembling hands, finally recovered from the excitement and disbelief of seeing the idol, and suppressed the smirk on his face but failed to suppress the excitement in his eyes. Asking Fu Yihuan's tone rose: "Yihuan, then we..."

"Go back." Fu Yihuan shook his head at him, "You can send me the words, I'll take a look sometime, and then we'll find a chance to communicate."

Thinking that too many bad things happened that night, forcing out Fu Yihuan's irrelevant words, he must be very tired, Shao Li nodded very caringly: "Okay, then I will take you back."

As soon as the words fell, before Fu Yihuan could speak, Luo Chen yelled, "No! Yihuan is mine, and I will send him back. Why are you so courteous?"

Fu Yihuan pressed his temples with a headache, raised his finger to the corner, knew how to read words, and kept silent. Hearing Luo Chen's words, Yao Chen, who was secretly groaning, said, "My old love, how dare you trouble Master Luo? Let the new lover go back."

Shao Li followed Yinghe closely: "I can guarantee that Yihuan will be sent home safely, and even in the future, I won't let him suffer any harm, so I won't bother Master Laoluo."

Luo Chen was obviously stimulated by the words of these two people singing together. He clenched his fists tightly, looking like he was about to pounce on Shao Li and tear him apart. Shao Li wanted to say something, but Luo Heng stopped him first: "What are you arguing about? Do you still think you are a brat? Luo Chen, go back and reflect on me, I will send him back."

"Dad, I..."

Seeing that Luo Chen still didn't give up, Luo Heng frowned and narrowed his eyes to look at him, letting him calm down without opening his mouth.

When getting into Luo Heng's car, Fu Yihuan's inner villain cheered for a while, but when the car drove a certain distance, Luo Heng's perfume, which was different from the past, burrowed into Fu Yihuan's nose desperately under the constraints of the narrow cabin At that time, he couldn't cheer anymore.

In fact, the perfume smell on Luo Heng's body is not too strong. The mixed scent of orange and Virginia silver pine is fresh and elegant. Heng's new image fully demonstrated the charm of the old man.

In order to prevent himself from being unable to restrain himself from jumping up, Fu Yihuan rationally chose not to see anything, and hypnotized himself to calm himself down.

If you want to win a mature and stable old man who is 19 years older than yourself, don't act too hastily, slow work can produce fine work, too hasty will backfire, take your time, take your time...

Damn...this kind of scheming bitch tricks rich old men...why do I just...slip...

After Fu Yihuan was shocked by the perfect fit between himself and the scheming mistress, he was annoyed to reflect on whether his three views were correct, but was interrupted by Luo Heng, his brain circuit went astray, and he hesitated to follow Luo Heng's words. Out of my own scruples: "Uncle Luo, you... Madam Ling..."

"What? Didn't Luo Chen tell you about the family affairs?" As if seeing through Fu Yihuan's inner struggle, Luo Heng took over the conversation in time, "Luo Chen...is not my own, I alone... "

"Ah? Then you still raised him so much?!" Fu Yihuan expressed surprise at Luo Heng's feat of raising the old Wang's son next door without thinking about it.

Luo Heng burst out laughing, glanced at Fu Yihuan, and was interrupted to say, "I'm single."

"Ah? They're all divorced, why are you still raising them?!" Fu Yihuan's eyes widened, completely unable to understand the behavior of wearing a cuckold so casually.

The smile on Luo Heng's face deepened, and in just an instant, it covered up a lot of his seriousness, and his tough facial features softened under the light of the wandering street lights. He parked the car in Fu Yihuan's car steadily. In the temporary parking space downstairs of the apartment, he did not rush to open the car lock, but unbuttoned the seat belt, lowered the window, found a pack of cigarettes from nowhere, smoked one in his mouth, lit it and , propped his chin and looked at Fu Yihuan: "I've never been married."

The lights in the car were not turned on, and Fu Yihuan stared blankly at Luo Heng's dark face due to the backlight by the light from the street lamp.

This was the first time Luo Heng smoked in front of him, the flame of the cigarette butt flickered in the darkness with the puff, he took a deep puff, the cigarette butt burned quickly and left a trail of ash, the slender index finger and middle finger pinched between his lips Taking the cigarette, he reached out to the ashtray and tapped it with his thumb, all the ash fell off, and Fu Yihuan's eyes fell on Luo Heng's lips again following the flickering light of the cigarette butt.

Luo Heng held a cigarette in his mouth and propped his chin in one hand. He completely lost the appearance of Yan's father not long ago. Although he was not as serious as his first impression, he was not frivolous. Not only did she know that she gave birth to the son of a rival in love, but she insisted on raising him." Before saying this, he explained:

"Luo Chen is the son of my late best friend. The husband and wife were killed in a car accident when Luo Chen was ten years old. Luo Chen was pushed around by relatives. My old friend saved my life. I miss the old love of my old friend." , and adopted him."

"Boss Luo is really... affectionate, hahahaha..." Thinking of his previous guess, Fu Yihuan rubbed his nose in embarrassment and said with a dry smile.

Unexpectedly, Luo Heng chuckled, looked straight at Fu Yihuan, with an unfathomable meaning brewing in his eyes, and said meaningfully: "On the other hand, I also want to save myself some trouble."

"What...cough cough..." As soon as he opened his mouth, he noticed that his voice was a little hoarse. Fu Yihuan coughed dryly twice, and then asked, "What's wrong with Luo?"

Luo Heng took down the cigarette from his mouth, stretched out his hand and put it out in the ashtray, and said flatly: "Forced marriage."

These two words instantly extinguished the charming images that kept popping up in Fu Yihuan's mind amidst the alluring mixture of smoke and perfume. He lowered his head and dismissed all the possibilities behind the two words "forced marriage". After thinking about it, he raised his head and looked at Luo Heng again: "Mr. Luo doesn't want to get married?"

Luo Heng took a deep breath, showing helplessness: "It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't."

"Boss Luo means..." Fu Yihuan vaguely guessed the answer, but still asked out loud.

"I like men." The sound of the car lock being unlocked sounded at the same time as Luo Heng's voice fell, and the "click" sound was particularly loud in the silent night.

Saying that, Luo Heng leaned over, pressed Fu Yihuan on the back of the chair, rolled his eyes little by little, slowly down along the eyebrows, down to the eyes and the tip of the nose... with his eyes, he copied his facial features, and finally lowered his eyes, His eyes stayed on his collarbone, lingering for a while, but when Fu Yihuan raised his hand to encircle him, he pushed open the car door, then retreated to the driver's seat, and said with a faint smile, "Good night. "

In the middle of the situation, Fu Yihuan, who had lost his partner, froze, glared at Luo Heng resentfully, untied his seat belt angrily, and planned to get out of the car, but just as he stepped out, Luo Heng suddenly grabbed him and took a business card Put it into his hand, and said with a serious face: "Because of the sudden death of his parents and the indifference of relatives, Luo Chen's personality has been distorted, and he will not be able to restrain his violence. If he finds you, first stabilize him and call Give it to me, and I'll handle it."

Watching Fu Yihuan's figure disappear around the corner, Luo Heng started the car and drove out of the community gate. When he stopped at the third traffic light intersection, he called the housekeeper at home: "Has Luo Chen gone back?"

The butler replied: "The young master hasn't come back yet."

Luo Heng didn't think much about it, and hung up the phone after ordering some other things. The car moved forward steadily, and suddenly a kitten jumped out from the side of the road. The kitten is one step away.

At the same time as the car stopped abruptly, a soft sound of "poof" came from the direction of the co-pilot. Luo Heng looked back and saw something fell off the seat. He parked the car to the side of the road, unfastened the seat belt, He bent down to pick up the thing, took a look, and found that it was a wallet, which Fu Yihuan had accidentally left behind.

Looking at the photo of the ID card in the wallet, Luo Heng curled his lips, what a fool...

The next moment, Luo Heng's pupils suddenly shrank, and he hurriedly turned the car around...

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