【ABO】Who said AA can't fall in love

Lu Anzhao simply changed the subject, "Then since you know Xiao Duo can "enchantment" now, you don't need to teach him."

"teach."

"why!"

"I promised him everything, and I can't be a person who breaks his promise."

Jian Cheng continued: "There is a saying in the ancients that a gentleman's words are hard to follow."

"We should inherit more of our predecessors' good character of keeping promises and carry them forward."

Lu Anzhao was speechless: "......"

He really had never seen a "three good student" who was a three good student than Jian Cheng.

He sneered wildly in his heart: Heh, Xiao Duo is not a good stubble at first glance.

The young master kindly advises you not to listen, if he tells you to eat shit in the future, look at the young master to stop you!

Lu Anzhao simply turned around and left, Jian Cheng asked, "Where are you going?"

"Have a meal!"

Lu Anzhao continued to say angrily, "You're not hungry, I'm still hungry!"

Hearing this, Jian Cheng could only follow along with a puzzled expression.

How could this man get angry again?

What a young master, difficult to serve.

Lu Anzhao brought Jiancheng to a restaurant next to No. [-] Middle School. From the outside, the restaurant looked resplendent and full of luxury.

After entering, Lu Anzhao skillfully found a private seat near the window, and ordered a few famous dishes that were expensive at first sight.

"How about it?"

"Let you teach me how to punch well."

Lu Anzhao closed the menu and handed it to the service staff.

Jian Cheng was a little thirsty, so he picked up the goblet on the table and poured himself a glass of lemonade. After taking a few big gulps, he realized:

"Well, as expected of a big hotel,"

"Even the lemonade is more than twice as sour as other brands."

Lu Anzhao: "......"

"Really," Lu Anzhao smiled sinisterly, "Then you should drink less, so as not to make your teeth sour."

Just after the two of them spoke a few words, the service staff had already served all the dishes.

The menu of this restaurant is small, fearing that Jiancheng would not be able to eat enough, Lu Anzhao ordered a few more dishes.

There are five dishes in total, namely: half a deep well roast duck, spicy shredded chicken, longjing shrimp, steamed bamboo shoots and a staple beef patty.

It has to be said that these dishes are extremely delicate and full of color, flavor and taste, which makes people's appetite come up at the first glance.

"Eat."

"Don't you like meat and vegetables? Well, this is all of them."

Saying that, Lu Anzhao moved a few meat dishes to Jiancheng's side.

And he only left one steamed bamboo shoot.

Jian Cheng could eat already, but he was patronizing Xiao Duo's affairs just now, but in fact he was already hungry.

You're not welcome at all, and directly started a wave of wolfing down meals.

On the other hand, Lu Anzhao only moved his chopsticks a few times, and then focused on the plate of bamboo shoots in front of him.

However, Young Master Lu is a very picky person, even if the bamboo shoots that he loves most are placed in front of him, he only moves his chopsticks a few times more than shrimps.

He doesn't like food, even if it's made by a senior chef, he doesn't like it.

Even his favorite food is just tasted, and it is flattering to move the chopsticks a few more times.

He still remembered that person sitting on an expensive and gorgeous lacquered red leather wooden chair, and in front of him were all kinds of delicacies, delicacies from mountains and seas.

The man shook the red wine glass in his hand with a cold expression. Although his eyes fell on the table of delicious food, he did not have the slightest desire to eat.

He slowly shifted his gaze to his body, and then stretched out his right hand to gently stroke his head one by one as if stroking his own most precious thing.

"Want to eat?"

The man asked, his eyes were extremely gentle.

"Want to eat."

he replied.

At that time, he was still a five-year-old child, so he naturally wanted to eat whatever was delicious.

Especially when he just finished the one-day class arranged by the man for him, there are more than ten kinds of courses, and he goes back and forth every day.

Non-stop from five in the morning to eight in the evening.

He has to learn a lot, including: math, English, French, science, history, geography, computer, art, fencing, drama, swimming, golf and his most hated psychology class.

And now was the time for him to end his tiring day, and he was so hungry.

He really wanted to be full and lie down on the bed to have a good sleep, so that he could have the energy to continue to meet the full schedule of tomorrow's classes.

"Why do you want to eat?"

the man continued to ask.

"Because I'm hungry."

"Why are you hungry?"

The boy seemed unable to think of an answer when asked this question.

But he was really hungry, and the delicacies on the dinner table were too tempting for him.

He had no choice but to beg the man as if he was about to cry, "Father, I'm so hungry."

"Let me eat quickly."

But the man just wiped away the boy's tears with pity. He looked at the crystal clear teardrops on his fingers and felt a little regretful:

"Didn't Dad tell you not to cry?"

"Tears are the most worthless rubbish."

"Who are you showing this pitiful look to? Next time, if I see this kind of rubbish coming out of your eyes—"

"Father is going to punish you."

The man's tone was extremely gentle, but the little Lu Anzhao became more and more frightened the more he listened.

He knows his father, the more gentle the more crazy behind the scenes.

The man continued to ask the question that the boy didn't answer just now: "Why are you hungry?"

The boy shook his head.

"It's ok,"

The man comforted the boy in his arms and said, "Father told you."

"Because you are weak and incompetent now, you follow your body's instinct and want to eat when you are hungry."

"But Azhao, you are so incompetent that your emotions are all written on your face, you are humble and cowardly controlled by your body."

"Today, Dad is here to teach you a good lesson—"

"Only those who are used to hiding emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy, and who are not driven or enslaved by the body's instincts are worthy of being called human beings."

"As for those ants who are not even worthy of humans,"

"Born to be surrendered by us."

"We want him to live, and he has to live."

"If you want him to die, you only need to lift your foot lightly, and you can crush them to death."

The man continued to stroke the boy's head, and said softly, "Are you right, Zhao?"

The boy looked at the man in front of him who was both familiar and frightening, and didn't respond.

Although he was still a child, there was a voice in his heart telling him: This is not right.

Obviously, the housekeeper's grandfather and the teacher who taught him are such good people. They treat him much better than the man in front of him who claims to be his father.

The grandpa housekeeper will gently help him up when he falls, and will smile kindly at him.

When he was too tired, the teacher would look at him distressedly and let him sit on the sofa to rest for a while.

He will also bring him his favorite toffee every day in class, and tell him sweet fairy tales.

Such a good person, why call them ants?

"It's stubborn."

The man looked at the boy's disapproving and stubborn eyes, and smiled.

"Weak and stubborn child—"

"It's the stupidest."

............

............

"Lu Anzhao," Jian Cheng ate most of the food on the table, looked at Lu who only moved a few chopsticks from beginning to end, and said:

"You eat this little every day, can you get enough?"

Lu Anzhao put down the goblet in his hand, with a calm expression, "I don't know."

"Anyway—"

"I'm never full either."

Jian Cheng frowned, "What do you mean?"

But at this moment, Lu Anzhao suddenly tapped his forehead with his fingers, "No, I made a mistake just now."

Jian Cheng: "What did you say wrong?"

Lu Anzhao suddenly looked at Jian Cheng, and smiled brightly at him:

"I'm still full."

"When?"

"at your home,"

"The bowl you made for me—"

"Tomato egg noodles."

Jane Cheng: "......"

"Do you have self-abuse tendencies?"

Jian Cheng even felt that Lu Anzhao was joking with him, how could anyone never have enough to eat?

But the way he looked at Lu Anzhao and the serious eyes, he was clearly not lying.

"how come?"

"Do you think I look like some kind of idiot who likes to abuse himself?"

Lu Anzhao raised his eyebrows.

"Not like."

"Then why do you..."

Jian Cheng was interrupted in the middle of his speech, "Because I have to be alert to myself at all times."

When he said this, Lu Anzhao's eyes turned cold.

"Wake up to what?"

However, Lu Anzhao quickly recovered, as if the moment just now was just Jian Cheng's illusion.

He said casually:

"Student Jiancheng, you don't have to ask about this."

"If there is a chance in the future—"

"I'll tell you myself."

Hearing this, Jiancheng knew what was interesting and didn't ask any more questions.

He just kindly reminded the other party: "No matter what you say, you still have to eat enough."

"Isn't it also mentioned in the textbook—"

"People are iron, food is steel, if you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry."

Lu Anzhao: "......"

Now he likes the textbooks that Jian Chengxue learned.

After eating, the two separated.

The night is getting darker.

A black car stopped in front of Lu Anzhao, the driver got out of the car and bowed, opened the door respectfully for Lu Anzhao and said, "Master."

"Ah."

Lu Anzhao lazily agreed, and got into the car.

In the car, the driver said in a staid tone:

"Master, master is coming back today."

"Master told you to go find him as soon as you get off the car."

"Oh, I see."

Lu Anzhao put his hands behind his head, and leaned lazily on the leather armchair behind him.

His eyes were empty and his expression was light.

After getting out of the car, Lu Anzhao went straight to the study on the third floor.

Standing at the half-covered red heart solid wood door, he tapped on the door three times rhythmically.

"Come in."

A deep, majestic and slightly magnetic voice came from inside the door.

Lu Anzhao pushed open the door, and saw an extremely handsome man in a black suit sitting on a chair, flipping through a yellow book in his hand.

Lu Anzhao glanced casually, and saw the title of the book that the man was holding at this time——

"Sensible Left, Crazy Right: The Bizarre Behavior of Serial Killers"

Heck, it really looks like him.

The man wore thin gold-rimmed glasses, his skin was a little pale under the light, and he read the book in front of him expressionlessly.

He looks very young. If you don't say it, you can't imagine that this is a man who is about to be 50 years old.

The man ignored Lu Anzhao, but continued to read his book.