Green Tea Characters Must Not Collapse [Transmigration Book]

Maybe it's because I never really understood Lu Huai.

Fu Shiyu thought.

He didn't know whether Lu Huai's changing attitude since the day of engagement was because he was afraid of him to please him, or because he had other plans for himself.

But even if these tender and undisguised passionate loves are not from Lu Huai's sincerity, he is willing not to ask more questions.As long as he can keep getting along with Lu Huai like this, he doesn't ask for anything more.

After the fierce dispute with Lu Huai at noon, for the whole afternoon, my thoughts were always clear, and my well-organized mind became a mess.

Even the daily signed and approved reports and documents on the table are annoying burdens to him.

Li Chengyi came once during dinner time, but was blocked by his own bad tone, but not long after, Lu Huai entered the study room carrying these two foods that were said to be made by him.

Judging by his attitude and relaxed expression, it seemed that he had already left the discordant quarrel behind.

During the irritability, I also reflected on it. Today's reaction to Lu Huai seems to be a little too aggressive.

But as long as Lu Huai and Cheng Juan have anything to do with each other, he can't control the sudden tyranny in his heart, and the current excitement and anger can far overwhelm the rational appearance he maintains.

No matter how gentle he is recently, Lu Huai's previous attitude, as well as his escape from marriage that day, have always been an indelible problem in Fu Shiyu's heart.

This scar is not painful, but it will pop up from time to time to remind him twice, so that he will not forget everything that happened.

Picking up the bowls and chopsticks again, the slightly sour soup with tomato and beef brisket was cooked just right.While Fu Shiyu was amazed at Lu Huai's excellent craftsmanship, the slightly hot temperature also eased Fu Shiyu's stomach ache that had been aching since the evening.

Someone knocked on the door, Fu Shiyu thought it was Lu Huai again, so he didn't think much, and came in, but the person who pushed the door was Li Chengyi with a plate in his hand.

"Mr. Fu." He said hello in a kind tone, and with Fu Shiyu's nod, he gently placed the white porcelain porridge bowl in front of Fu Shiyu: "This is the porridge made for you by Mr. Lu, please let me deliver it to you." Come to the study."

"Hmm." Fu Shiyu perfectly hid the look in his eyes after his disappointment, he nodded calmly, and asked when Li Chengyi was about to turn around and leave: "Where are the others?"

Li Chengyi bowed: "Mr. Lu said that you disliked the smell of oily smoke after cooking on his body, so now he went back to the bedroom to take a shower and change clothes. He said that if he washed late, he might not come down."

"Oh, you go and rest."

Li Chengyi nodded and turned around quickly to leave.

Fu Shiyu stretched out his hand to pick up the porridge bowl in front of him, and the rich crab fragrance that hit his face filled his nose, which smelled fresh but not fishy, ​​and tasted a little sweet after the entrance.

He stared at the bowl of soft glutinous porridge with a lot of crab meat sprinkled on it, which was perfectly cooked under the light of the ceiling lamp in the study, and the corner of his mouth curled up silently.

I'm pretty good at holding grudges.

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Lu Huai has no plan to go back to the study.

He soaked comfortably in Fu Shiyu's bathtub for a while. When the massage function of the bathtub ended, he dragged his tired body, put on a set of dark blue pajamas he took out from the closet, and walked out of the bathroom. When he got out, he went straight back to bed.

Snuggling on a pair of pillows behind him, he kicked the quilt aside, only draped a thin blanket around his waist, crossed his long legs, and casually rummaged through the original owner's cell phone.

There is a private album in the album. Lu Huai can guess who the protagonist is in it just by looking at the hypocritical non-mainstream album name. He clicks on it and glances at it. As expected, it is a sneak shot in various states and situations. Cheng Juan.

He tapped his fingers on the screen with ease, and the locked album, together with all the photos in it, disappeared into the phone.

Looked elsewhere.

The original owner's Weibo has only one account with more than 100 million zombie fans.

After the small account that I applied for before was harassed by Cheng Juan and Lu Yueqing's cp fan group, the company forcibly asked Lu Huai to cancel his other accounts. This is the only large account, and all the account passwords are mastered In the hands of the company and Zheng Shu.

Lu Huai looked at the few live fans on his Weibo except for the comments he bought.

Strictly speaking, it can't be called a fan. The original owner was a hacker all over the Internet before, and the people who are more active on his Weibo are passers-by and black fans from all walks of life.

This is probably the reason why the original owner's account rarely posted an original Weibo for more than a year, except for advertisements.

The interface on the phone flickered, and then turned into a caller ID, and the name on it was Zheng Shu.

Lu Huai glanced at the time subconsciously. She didn't know why she would call herself at this time, but she quickly picked it up: "Hello? Sister Shu." He threw away the laziness in his tone, sat up and called seriously Say hello.

"Lu Huai!" Zheng Shu's voice sounded very happy, with undisguised joy: "I just received a call from the director's assistant. You passed the audition today!"

This is the first time that Lu Huai won a role with his own strength without using any other methods. It is hard for Zheng Shu not to be happy for him.

After all, when she came out of the audition building today, she no longer had any hope for this role: "Don't take a rest these two days, I will help you sign the contract tomorrow, and after you get the script, prepare well, next week You can join the group."

"Okay, thank you, Sister Shu." Lu Huaiying echoed Zheng Shu, and her tone was also infected with a smile, with a slightly upbeat ending: "Then I will work hard for you to run for me tomorrow."

"By the way, this time the contract still needs to be signed in the name of Xingyi's artists. I've considered what you told me. We'll find time to talk to the company after your movie is over. It will have a great impact, and the contract may not even be signed." Zheng Shu's tone calmed down a little, and he talked to Lu Huai.

"Listen to you." After thinking for a while, Lu Huai agreed simply. He lazily leaned back on the bed, talked to Zheng Shu about work for a while, and the two chatted a few more words.

When Fu Shiyu returned to the bedroom, he saw such a scene.

Lu Huai leaned on the bed, the dark blue pajamas on his body made his already fair skin even more delicate.

The trousers seemed a bit long, and they were loosely pulled up to his knees by him. His legs were leaning on the blanket, holding his mobile phone, chatting with others in a good mood.

"Don't talk about Sister Shu, I have something to do." Lu Huai heard the door opening and Fu Shiyu's footsteps when he entered the room, so he found a reason and hung up the phone.

He turned over and sat up, raised the corner of his eyes to look at Fu Shiyu, and smiled shyly: "You're here."

Lu Huai stretched out his hands to Fu Shiyu, indicating that he wanted a hug, and saw Fu Shiyu leaning over.

"Is the porridge delicious?" Lu Huai was pressed down on the bed, hugged Fu Shiyu's waist cooperatively, and let out a muffled laugh.

Fu Shiyu didn't do anything else, just half kneeled on the bed, pressed Lu Huai under the quilt, put his hands around his back and stroked him gently.

When he saw the piece of skin on his chin that had been pinched by himself in the afternoon and left a mark, and it had turned blue at the moment, he lowered his head and rubbed it with his lips very gently, then stopped, changed his posture, and turned his body Sitting on the bed: "It's delicious."

"Remember to cherish it." Lu Huai was a little distracted by Fu Shiyu's actions just now. He rubbed his neck, raised his arms, and looked at Fu Shiyu with his face: "I don't cook easily."

"Thank you." Fu Shiyu sincerely thanked, and made Lu Huai, who was seriously exchanging feelings with him, laugh: "Thank you for what?"

"Thank you for the dinner you prepared." Fu Shiyu replied, he reached out and touched the corner of Lu Huai's beautifully curved mouth, his movements were gentle as if he was stroking some precious treasure, and said in a warm voice: "Also, I will welcome you this afternoon you…"

Fu Shiyu pursed the corners of his lips, and the next words seemed a bit difficult to say.

This can't be blamed on him, he has grown up so big, he never knows what it means to be submissive.

The quarrels with Fu Hongye in the past ended with his mother's comfort and enlightenment, but even so, Fu Shiyu never said a word of admitting his mistakes to him.

After his mother passed away, Fu Shiyu's character became even more sharp.

After Fu Hongye married Li He, he moved out of the old house of the Fu family and came out to take over the company by himself. Since then, he has been living here, and Li Chengyi and his wife have followed him from the old house.

Lu Huai knew what he wanted to say, and also saw the difficulty and entanglement in his speaking.

But Lu Huai remained silent, and just kept his original movements motionless, with anticipation and faint smiles in the corners of his eyes, staring at Fu Shiyu with clear eyes.

"I was impulsive this afternoon, I'm sorry." Fu Shiyu's words circled around his mouth for a few times, and finally he whispered it under Lu Huai's sight. He turned his eyes away to not look at Lu Huai's reaction.

Even though he has been in the business field for so many years, no matter how powerful he is to scold Fang Qiu, saying such words to his closest partner still makes him feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

"If you know what's wrong, you can improve it a lot."

Lu Huai finished speaking slowly, stretched out one foot to rest on Fu Shiyu's chest, put his elbows on the soft quilt, leaned back, narrowed his peach eyes slightly, with a sly smile: "But if you want me to forgive you, it depends on your performance."

Fu Shiyu looked down, stretched out his hand to hold Lu Huai's slender ankle, pulled him back with force, and Lu Huai watched his whole body slide to Fu Shiyu's side with a look of surprise along the force.

"Lu Huai."

"Huh?" Lu Huai agreed absently, looking at Fu Shiyu's palm still holding his ankle.

"is it you?"

Lu Huai was stunned, and looked at Fu Shiyu's face quickly, and found that his eyes had been fixed on him, his eyes were flat, but he clearly saw strong and complicated emotions in them.

"It's me, your lover, the one who will marry you in the future."

Lu Huai broke free from Fu Shiyu's hand, propped his body up with his hands and sat beside him, watching him seriously: "Why do you ask me such a question?"

"Ask casually." Fu Shiyu avoided Lu Huai with probing eyes, and stood up from the bed as usual, "I'm going to take a bath."

"Wait." Lu Huai reached out and grabbed his sleeve, looking aggrieved.

He raised his face and looked up at Fu Shiyu's clear and sharp jaw, "I've figured it out these days, and I want to make up for my mistakes...Maybe it looks a little clumsy to you."

"Don't you like me now?" He had a pair of seductive eyes with upturned corners, glowing aggrieved red under the bright light of the bedroom.

Fu Shiyu lowered his eyes and looked at him. After a long while, the corner of his mouth slightly raised a slight upward arc: "I like it." With a gentle voice, he patted the back of Lu Huai's white hand that was holding onto his sleeve comfortingly: " like very much."

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Mufeng 1;