Gentle oppression

The mistake was not discovered, and Lu Zhuo didn't make it difficult for him. Jiang Yu's work afterwards went very smoothly.

However, the work went well, but the matter of finding that little brother back then was very difficult.

The system back then was not as perfect as it is today, and there was no online file system for inquiries.

Jiang Yu has no connections, and it is actually very difficult to find someone.

After finally finding out where the director of the orphanage lived, he took a two-hour intercity bus to look for him, but the director only remembered that the Jiang family had sponsored the orphanage, and didn’t remember that Jiang Yu had ever been to the orphanage. Not to mention remembering which child played with him.

Jiang Yu returned in vain, the good mood of the week disappeared, and he had no appetite for dinner, lying on the bed in a daze.

Then he was startled by the sudden ringing of the doorbell.

Jiang Yu didn't want to move, he didn't order takeaway, he couldn't think of anyone other than the delivery boy who would knock on his door, so he simply defaulted to the wrong door and didn't make a sound.

Sure enough, the knock on the door rang for a while and then fell silent. Just as Jiang Yu buried his face in the pillow, the cell phone that was put aside suddenly rang again.

Caller ID: Don't mess with Party A.

Jiang Yu: "!"

The call from "Party A who cannot be messed with" obviously had to be answered, but Lu Zhuo didn't bother him recently, Jiang Yu was a little more courageous, and instead of getting up and sitting upright, he just answered the call lying on his stomach, his face pressed against the pillow "Hello?"

Listening to the listless.

Lu Zhuo asked: "Where is it?"

Jiang Yu replied obediently: "At home."

Lu Zhuo was speechless for a long time, and threw him three words: "Then open the door."

Jiang Yu froze for a moment, quickly realized something, then rolled over and got up, trotted out to open the door of his house.

Lu Zhuo stood at the door, with a suit jacket hanging in his arms, and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, revealing his strong arms, which was a little different from Lu Zhuo who was meticulously wearing a suit or the sportswear riding a motorcycle.

It's kind of loose.

With a bit of natural ruffianism.

Jiang Yu was dumbfounded for three seconds, and then asked stupidly: "You knocked on the door just now?"

Lu Zhuo directly ignored Jiang Yu's silly question, wrapped his free hand around Jiang Yu's hand blocking the door, and led him back to his own home in a rebellious manner.

When he got close, Jiang Yu could smell the faint smell of tobacco and alcohol on Lu Zhuo's body, and it seemed that he had just gone out to socialize.

Lu Zhuo came in and sat on the sofa very familiarly. Jiang Yu didn't know what Lu Zhuo meant, and he didn't dare to ask, so he could only follow him in small steps.

Step by step, like a cute little tail.

Lu Zhuo took off his suit jacket and threw it aside, pulled off his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, and could touch Jiang Yu's coffee table with his long legs straight.

Jiang Yu stretched out his hand silently, intending to move his coffee table.

As a result, he was weak, and when he pushed hard, the coffee table moved violently, and a cup on it fell over with a bang.

Jiang Yu was so startled that he almost jumped up, like a frightened little rabbit.

Lu Zhuo laughed "puchi", stretched out his hand to help him move the tea table, lifted the cup again, and said, "Go get me a glass of water."

Jiang Yu quickly stood up: "Oh."

He went to pour water, and Lu Zhuo sat there, looking at his small one-bedroom apartment.

The house is very messy, there are messy books piled on the coffee table, there is a set of painting tools in the corner, there is half a painting that is not finished, the sofa cover is also crumpled, and the pillows are thrown in a mess.

Fortunately, it is clean and there is no accumulation of garbage.

It seems that he tried his best to clean it up, but he couldn't find a way.

When Jiang Yu poured the water, Lu Zhuo had already started to put the tea table in order, took the water cup that Jiang Yu held over, and asked Jiang Yu casually while drinking, "Isn't it hot? Why don't you turn on the air conditioner?"

Jiang Yu pursed his lips, looking a little helpless, like a child who has done something wrong, and after a while he whispered, "The air conditioner is broken."

Lu Zhuo: "..."

Jiang Yu went to the bedroom and took out the small table fan that he had used for several days with great difficulty, and put it on the sofa. When he plugged in the power, the table fan fell over. After he straightened the table fan clumsily, he pulled the plug again out.

Lu Zhuo looked at him with a headache.

He pressed Jiang Yu's hand to stop his movement.

Jiang Yu was taken aback, thinking that Lu Zhuo was angry again and wanted to pinch his wrist, so he tightly closed his eyes.

Lu Zhuo: "..."

It was useless for him to frighten people like this, so he had no choice but to let go of them and ask, "Do you have a toolbox at home?"

Jiang Yu's hand was pressed in the palm of his hand, he didn't move, he just nodded and said, "Yes."

Lu Zhuo pressed the center of his eyebrows, looked at the puppet-like little fool, and reminded: "What are you doing in a daze, go get it for me."

Jiang Yu trotted all the way wearing small slippers.

Then after searching for a long time, I found a toolbox that hadn’t been used for a long time from the cabinet under the sink in the bathroom. I took it back and handed it to Lu Zhuo. I was a little distrustful but didn’t dare to show it and asked: “You Will you fix the air conditioner?"

Lu Zhuo was angry.

He pinched Jiang Yu's small face: "What's the matter, are you afraid that I will completely dismantle your air conditioner?"

Jiang Yu said worriedly: "Or, I'd better find someone to fix it tomorrow."

Lu Zhuo was so angry that he wanted to hit someone, he stretched out his hand and pulled the toolbox over with one hand, pinched Jiang Yu's ear with the other hand in retaliation, and said, "You're even ready to turn on the electric fan, I think you're planning to I won’t fix it this summer. It’s hot and humid during the rainy season, what tomorrow!”

Then he looked at Jiang Yu's very distrustful and timid gaze, and said, "Stop pissing me off, go and make me a glass of milk."

Jiang Yu was even more difficult, looked at Lu Zhuo and said, "I don't have milk at home..."

He actually wanted to say that he couldn't, but seeing that Lu Zhuo's face was about to turn black, the alarm sounded in his heart, and his voice changed, and he continued, "I'll go buy it!"

Lu Zhuo said tiredly, "Hurry up."

Jiang Yu's here is an old community, and the supporting facilities are not perfect. It took Jiang Yu some time to go downstairs to buy milk from a convenience store. When he came back, Lu Zhuo had already sat back on his sofa and closed his eyes. The air conditioner, which has been on strike for many days, is struggling to cool down.

Jiang Yu poked his head around and glanced at the people on the sofa, changed his shoes and tiptoed into the kitchen.

For some reason, he felt that Lu Zhuo must be very tired.

A person who is usually so fierce doesn't look so scary anymore.

He drank milk with a microwave oven, but Lu Zhuo even repaired the air conditioner for him. Jiang Yu found out the small milk pot that he had never used before, and used his mobile phone to search how to cook milk. ,Then……

Then successfully boiled the milk.

The one-bedroom is only that big, so Lu Zhuo naturally smelled burnt.

He looked at the small half figure exposed in the kitchen, took a deep breath, stood up and went to the kitchen.

Jiang Yu was throwing the pot into the sink in annoyance, blushing and pursing his lips, looking like he was about to cry.

Hearing the movement, he turned around and saw Lu Zhuo. He put his slender and delicate fingers together and said guiltily, "I'm sorry... wait a minute, I'll cook it again."

He looked at Lu Zhuo carefully, and said flatteringly, "Don't be angry, okay?"

How can you be angry.

Lu Zhuo resigned to his fate, washed the milk pot by himself, and asked, "Do you want to drink?"

Jiang Yu didn't eat anything all night, so he nodded and whispered, "Drink."