fall in love with vinegar bucket

Du Ze treated Zhang Zhuo as his wife before. He already has such a handsome wife, so how could he not treat him better? In the end, God gave him a hammer at the last moment. Don’t dream, she is not your wife but your husband.

Then what is the purpose of his dedication during this time?

Du Ze was about to cry from his anger, so why should Zhang Zhuo be the one above him.

Zhang Zhuo had always used his home as his office, and he was not unaware of Du Ze's petty emotions, but when he saw Du Ze's happy eyes that wanted to kill someone, he was very happy.

Du Ze tried his best to be fair and wanted to take the initiative, but he just couldn't allow it. Fortunately, Du Ze has been weak these days and can't make a fuss. Zhang Zhuo just cares about being nice to him, because Du Ze is a person who enjoys himself very much.

The Du family was originally a wealthy family, and Du Ze always ate and drank well since he was a child. Although he has no temperament, he has a young man's air in his bones.

Zhang Zhuo carried Du Ze to the balcony to bask in the sun. In fact, Du Ze was able to move but complained that he was not feeling well. He hadn't touched the ground with his feet for three days. He was all in his arms.

"Have you bought the plane ticket to go home?" Zhang Zhuo squeezed Du Ze's flushed face, making him sit in his arms more comfortably.

"I've bought it." Du Ze had just woken up and was still not quite sober. He vaguely felt that the posture of the two of them was not suitable, but they had slept too much, and his whole body had no strength to move. The blanket also wrapped the man under him, "I will go to work tomorrow."

After counting the days, it was exactly three days, Zhang Zhuo said, "No rest?"

Du Ze glared at him, and snorted, "If you rest, someone will talk." He is not the boss who can go to work whenever he wants, he is just an employee, "Besides, it doesn't seem to hurt too much."

On the first morning after the incident, Du Ze almost died on the bed. His whole body seemed to be dismantled and then put back on again.

"Little boy, it's easy to talk about other things, but don't talk about that." Zhang Zhuo lowered his head and kissed Du Ze's eyes, and said in a low voice, "You can also find someone who can talk to you about this matter."

"Do you want to run away after eating?" Unexpectedly, Du Ze was so angry that he sat down hard on the little prince, Zhang Zhuo frowned and immediately hugged him and left, "Nonsense."

"You're just talking nonsense. I've slept with you. Don't you mean that when you say this now? Why do I have to be bullied by you? Tell me a reason."

To put it bluntly, I am still thinking about the upper and lower issues.

"Because I always let you go, so I won't let you go this time." Zhang Zhuo patted Du Ze's waist, "Are you really bullying you?"

"After that, don't let me go, just let me on the bed."

Zhang Zhuo smiled and said, "There is no regret medicine in the world."

His attitude was so resolute, Du Ze thought about what happened that night, and couldn't hold back his tears: "You bully people." Thinking about how he prepared for so long that night, in the end it was all a fight. Dream, "It's not fair."

According to Zhang Zhuo's memory, Du Ze seldom cried and almost never cried. In just a few days, he shed tears three times. It must be too much stimulation.

Zhang Zhuo hugged Du Ze gently, kissing the tip of his nose and the center of his eyebrows from time to time, and finally kissed his lips that were twitching from crying: "There are many ways to be on it, don't you like to take the initiative, I will let you next time Take the initiative, can I lie down and move?"

Du Ze blushed, and bit the man's lip with a whimper: "You're going too far!"

Zhang Zhuo didn't feel the pain, but enjoyed hugging Du Ze, who was doing evil in his arms. The early spring sunshine shone lightly on the two of them, and Zhang Zhuo lay down comfortably: "Cry again if you have the ability. Crying makes me happier."

Du Ze had no choice but to hold back his grievances, put his arms around the man's neck and said, "You used to give in to me."

"Little boy, this matter depends on the circumstances, and you know it well in your heart."

How could Du Ze not be clear, he is not stupid: "Hmph."

Zhang Zhuo wasn't afraid of Du Ze's troubles, anyway, this matter was not discussed, no matter how Du Ze threatened him, it was useless, and he didn't expect that Du Ze was not a big man, but his dream was quite big.

No way, Zhang Zhuo coaxed him to sleep and said, "Go to bed early, you will have everything in your dreams."

In the end, it was Du Ze who thought too beautifully before, so beautiful that he couldn't take the blow, but what was even more exaggerated was that he began to realize that he couldn't do anything to save the situation. All he can do now is to accept the facts, but the facts are not as good as he wanted. .

After a few days of being a god, Du Ze seemed to have gained a lot of weight even though he groaned when he was angry.

On the day of work, someone made fun of him: "Didn't you ask for sick leave? Why do you look more energetic after a few days?"

Spirit?

Du Ze lay down on the table dejectedly, carefully moved his buttocks to sit up, and then muttered: "Of course you have to eat well when you're sick, and of course you'll gain weight if you eat well." The braised pork trotter made by Zhang Zhuo was so angry that night that he didn’t pay attention to the trotter. When he ate it the next day, he found that it was cooked to perfection and it was really delicious.

Do you want to text him?

Du Ze fiddled with his phone, hesitating, and finally someone in his mind said, "What's the matter with you, what are you afraid of, it's only natural for him to cook delicious food for you!"

Yes, makes sense, that's it.

So Zhang Zhuo, who was having a meeting far away in the conference room, received a text message. Tao Jiayu took a glance at the side, and whispered "Damn": "Why is the little stutter so edible? Damn."

"It's not that he can eat, it's because he's not convinced." Zhang Zhuo put away his phone, anyway, Du Ze couldn't eat enough of him, "By the way, we hit home run."

Tao Jiayu looked at him in shock: "So fast."

"Fast?" Zhang Zhuo laughed back, "He took the initiative, I don't think it's slow."

Then Tao Jiayu didn't close his mouth, and it was the little stutter who took the initiative: "Did I underestimate him, I thought you were going to be a bully and force yourself to bow."

Zhang Zhuo said, "You underestimated him, that's right."

"Tsk tsk, you really can't underestimate him."

"I won't come to the company on May [-]st. Do you have anything to do?"

Tao Jiayu crossed his legs: "If there is any family dinner at home, I have to go back. Doesn't Beijing Normal University have a graduation exhibition in May, and Ye Xun happens to be busy with the student union. I don't understand why I want to join the student union. What's so good about doing coolies? .”

"The graduation exhibition of Ming University is usually on May 5 or 16. I will take Du Ze to see it then. He has been obsessed with graphic design recently and doesn't want to play games."

"Anyway, his family is not short of money. Although I always diss him, I have to say that I envy him. You see, his family doesn't urge him to inherit the family business at all. Grandpa can buy a house in Kyoto by drawing a picture, and my cousin is in Taiwan. The leader over there, my father is also a big boss and he doesn’t urge to get married, and if he doesn’t urge to go to work, it’s up to his son to develop freely, I’m also a rich second generation, why is there such a big difference?”

Zhang Zhuo thought he was noisy: "The educational philosophy is different, you can see his goodness, and it's not like you didn't see it when his mother managed it like that."

Tao Jiayu shook his head: "You're right, I'm still not envious." Then he slapped his forehead and reminded Zhang Zhuo, "It's likely that he will stammer and not go to Ming University's graduation exhibition. He may be with Ye Xun."

"Are you so sure?"

Tao Jiayu sneered: "It has to be sure, Ye Xun didn't tell me when he went to the graduation exhibition, I heard him call and found out."

"Didn't you say that your relationship is very good?"

"Emotionally inferior to you and stuttering."

In the evening, Zhang Zhuo accidentally talked about the graduation exhibition. Unexpectedly, it was the same as what Tao Jiayu said. Du Ze had already agreed to go with Ye Xun. As for why he didn’t go to Ming University, he said: “My impression of Ming University is Not good." Maybe it was just to make trouble for men, but Du Ze said again, "I won't go with you."

"If you don't go, you won't go. I'll sleep in the study tonight."

Du Ze felt as if there were ants scratching in his heart, because Zhang Zhuo took off the electric blanket, and he was used to Zhang Zhuo: "No, it's not good to sleep in the study."

"Then are you still bickering?"

Du Ze responded in a low voice: "You bully me, I can't even think of resisting..."

Zhang Zhuo looked at Du Ze who was covered with soup, held the bowl in one hand, squeezed his chin with the other and kissed him, sucking the sweetness on his lips, Du Ze stared at him with bright eyes Zhang Zhuo could feel his excitement, so he simply waved his hand and picked him up and sat on his lap. It was not very convenient to hold a man on his lap, but he was willing to do so.

Du Ze was so frightened by his action that he dropped his chopsticks to the ground, touched left and right, and he said, "What are you doing?"

"I can't eat well, I can only feed you." Zhang Zhuo said as it should, he put his left arm around Du Ze's waist, and took a spoon to dig the rice with his right hand, and actually delivered it to the other party's mouth.

Du Ze couldn't hold back Zhang Zhuo's current thoughts, and was even more frightened by the other party's carefulness. He opened his mouth and ate slowly: "Zhang Zhuo..." It's a bit strange to be hugged in the posture of holding a child, "I want to go down."

Zhang Zhuo kissed the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile: "Go down after eating, don't you think it's cold to sit in a chair? It won't be cold if you sit on my lap."

It is true to say so, but...but why is it so ambiguous after a meal.

Du Ze naturally surrendered because of his lack of means. The meal was very quiet. The dissatisfaction before was gone and he was only obedient. When he was full of food, he collapsed in Zhang Zhuo's arms: "I don't want to move anymore."

"I'll hug you?" Zhang Zhuo whispered in Du Ze's ear, and in exchange for a very soft "hmph", Du Ze put his arms around his neck and climbed up, "I'll go back tomorrow, it won't be until the fifth day." Come back, I miss you."

Zhang Zhuo answered, "But I miss you."

Du Ze opened his eyes on the man's shoulder, looked at him in confusion, and cautiously stepped forward to kiss him: "Okay then, I miss you a little too."

Zhang Zhuo saw that the atmosphere was just right, and rubbed Du Ze's face, thinking about whether to take the opportunity to do something, when Du Ze's cell phone rang.

Then Du Ze got down from his lap with a flushed face, went to pick up the phone and called out happily: "Abba."

Du Jianping called to ask when his son would come back so that he could pick him up at the airport. Hearing Du Ze's happy tone, he asked, "What good thing happened to me? I'm so happy." When Ze came back, Du Ze kept asking about his mother's situation for a long time, probably still afraid of her.

"Well, it's nothing." Du Ze avoided Zhang Zhuo's kiss, and was easily locked on the sofa by the man. He was still holding a mobile phone in his hand to talk to his father, but the reality was that sparks and lightning were about to burst into flames.

Zhang Zhuo lowered his head and kissed Du Ze's lips with a gentle smile on his lips.

"Oh, Dad, I'll call you when I arrive tomorrow." After finishing speaking, he hurriedly hung up the phone, Du Ze said with evasive eyes, "Don't, don't kiss me all the time."

"Then you come and kiss me."

Du Ze glanced out of the window, pouted his lips upwards as if resigned to his fate, and gave a mouthful of "chirp". Unexpectedly, Zhang Zhuo laughed, lowered his head to touch his forehead, and even breathed charmingly: "It's fun to go back, I'll wait for you at home." you."

Waiting for you at home.

Du Ze's heart immediately began to swell, and he didn't know where the courage came from, he stepped forward and hooked Zhang Zhuo's neck, and he kissed the man: "Be comfortable."

"Then I'm so comfortable that you can't get out of the window."

Du Ze was stunned and just wanted to say you are so yellow, but the next second he was carried off the sofa and walked to the bedroom. He paused for two seconds and said, "I'm afraid of the pain."

"Not insisting on fairness?"

Du Ze only said three words: "Be comfortable."

OK, be comfortable.

The comfortable result was that he almost couldn't catch the plane the next day. Du Ze wanted to cry when he got on the plane. Zhang Zhuo hugged him and shaved his nose: "Little coward, I didn't insist at all."

"..." Du Ze turned his head and walked away, but his walking posture was very strange.

Du Jianping waited at the airport for half an hour before seeing his son, carrying a schoolbag and wearing a mask. Those who didn't know it thought he was in college.

"Ozawa, come here." He waved his hand.

Du Ze immediately ran towards his father, but unexpectedly, a child gnawed on the marshmallow and bumped into him, the marshmallow was pressed under his buttocks, Du Ze's jujube tightened, tears came out up.

Father Du saw that something was wrong and quickly went to pull Du Ze up, and then comforted the crying child, he turned around and patted his son's buttocks: "You are so grown up, you are still like a child."

"Oh dad, don't spank my ass." Du Ze covered his buttocks and cried, "Don't spank."

Dad Du's hands were in the air, and his strength was not strong.

Du Ze seldom has any secrets in front of Du's father, and he always expresses his feelings directly, so he took off his mask and said, "Abba, my butt hurts."

Dad Du opened his mouth and said, "You have hemorrhoids."