Gentle oppression

Lu Zhuo has always been a good drinker, but tonight he met a difficult partner, and he drank too much alcohol, which made him feel uncomfortable in his stomach.

In fact, he was almost at his own home.

But probably alcohol inspired Lu Zhuo's bad nature, anyway, he was a thorn in the beginning.

He remembered the first time when he reunited with Jiang Yu, sitting obediently and obediently in the seat opposite him, drinking so much that he would choke on it, and felt that the little one must have never drank too much since he was so big.

What would Jiang Yu be like if he ran over smelling of alcohol?

She looked at him timidly with her dark and moist eyes, then poured him warm and soft water, and maybe even said a few pleasant words obediently.

So timid and easy to bully, even a black face can scare him.

So Lu Zhuo turned around and came to Jiang Yu.

Yet now.

He repaired the air conditioner for people.

Washed the milk pot for others.

Boiled milk for others.

Lu Zhuo poured down the hot milk in two or three sips, and turned around to see that Jiang Yu next to him took two sips.

Jiang Yu held the transparent glass cup, blew on it carefully, and then leaned over to take a sip, with white milk froth on the corner of his mouth.

Drinking milk is so good.

How did this kid grow up and behave like this.

Lu Zhuo didn't want to leave.

He lay on the sofa watching Jiang Yu drink the milk, handed him a tissue to wipe the corners of his mouth, and said, "It's getting late, I'll take a shower first."

Jiang Yu: "?"

Jiang Yu: "!"

He almost dropped the cup in shock: "Here?"

Lu Zhuo took it for granted: "Otherwise?"

He stretched his arms and legs thoroughly, took up half of the sofa carelessly, and reminded: "The air conditioner has been repaired for you, and the milk has been cooked for you. Do you have any objections to staying here for one night?"

Jiang Yu felt embarrassed.

But his house didn't have any new toiletries, nor did he have any suitable clothes for Lu Zhuo, so he could only say embarrassingly: "But there is nothing to change and wash."

Lu Zhuozhi sent someone: "Then go downstairs and buy it for me."

Jiang Yu didn't want to agree very much, but the picture of Lu Zhuo resting on the sofa with his eyes closed broke in, and he couldn't bear to refuse Lu Zhuo for no reason, so he stood up obediently and said, "Okay."

He wanted to go downstairs to change his shoes again, but Lu Zhuo followed and asked, "I need to buy towels, toothbrushes, paper cups, slippers, remember?"

Jiang Yu nodded obediently: "I remember."

When he unscrewed the doorknob, Lu Zhuo didn't know what to think, and dragged him back, adding: "There are also disposable underwear."

Jiang Yu: "..."

The milk probably really helped, and Lu Zhuo's stomach didn't hurt much anymore.

He has no self-consciousness at all, and the owner is not there, so he still has to visit in other people's rooms.

They even went into other people's bedrooms.

The bedroom was also very messy, the quilt was not folded, it was piled crumpled on the bed, and there were three pillows piled up, one at the end of the bed and one buried in the quilt at the end of the bed.

Lu Zhuo couldn't stand it anymore, so he went in and shook the quilt for him to make it smooth, then helped him put the pillow back on the bed, and patted it to fluff it up.

As a result, there were two bangs, and something fell out of the pillowcase.

Lu Zhuo leaned over to pick it up and found that it was two small medicine bottles.

The bottles are all in foreign languages, and with Lu Zhuo's half-educated education, he can only recognize that it is neither English nor Chinese.

He remembered that the last time he blocked Jiang Yu downstairs at Jiang Yu's house, he seemed to be holding a large box of medicine in his arms.

I got sick?

Lu Zhuo carefully recalled Jiang Yu's state at night, and felt that there was nothing wrong with him, so he put the two small bottles on the bedside table.

There was a sound of opening the door outside, it was Jiang Yu who came back from shopping.

Lu Zhuo accidentally took out his mobile phone to take a picture of the two small medicine bottles.

Jiang Yu didn't see anyone outside, he already called out in doubt: "Lu Zhuo?"

Lu Zhuo responded with "here" and walked out of Jiang Yu's bedroom.

Jiang Yu was taken aback for a moment.

Then he silently put the plastic bag on the coffee table and said, "I also bought a new bath towel and a new air-conditioning blanket. The convenience store has no paper cups. I bought a plastic cup. You can make do with it."

Lu Zhuo was very careless and said, "Okay."

Jiang Yu lowered his head and pressed his lips together with a little force.

Dare to be angry and dare not speak out is very obvious.

But still pretending to think that others can't find it.

Stupid.

Lu Zhuo went over to pat him on the head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Yu glanced at him, and finally couldn't help it anymore, complained in a low voice, "Why did you enter my room?"

In fact, Lu Zhuo didn't do it on purpose. He lived in an orphanage since he was a child, and private awareness is what he lacks the most. Only after Jiang Yu finished talking did he realize that the other party cared.

He knew that he should apologize, but probably he was really not a good person. Looking at Jiang Yu's aggrieved expression, he was so wicked that he said too much: "What's wrong, you are a little girl, the boudoir can't give me this big Men come in?"

Jiang Yu stammered: "I, I..."

Lu Zhuo interrupted him: "So your original plan was to borrow your sofa for me?"

Jiang Yu subconsciously said, "Yes, yes."

A little heartless.

Lu Zhuo tugged at Jiang Yu's ear, and asked ferociously, "Isn't it just pretending to be obedient in front of me before? Now you are not afraid of me? You can, Jiang Xiaoyu, dare to let me sleep on the sofa, right? "

Lu Zhuo didn't make any effort at all, just teasing him, but Jiang Yu shrank his neck timidly, and whispered: "Then I'll sleep on the sofa, and I'll sleep on the bed for you."

Lu Zhuo couldn't hold back his laugh, and said, "Then I'll go into your room."

Jiang Yu glanced at Lu Zhuo blankly, and belatedly realized that he had been entangled in it.

Why does he always make fun of himself.

Jiang Yu was a little annoyed, wrinkled his face, and whispered, "Oh."

The smile on the corner of Lu Zhuo's mouth grew even wider, and while tidying up the messy pillows on the sofa, he said, "I'll sleep here, you go take a bath first, and go to bed early after washing."

Lu Zhuo packed things neatly, and the sofa cushions were all flattened in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Yu thought, Lu Zhuo didn't seem to be the kind of hard-to-serve Party A, after all, he never really bullied himself.

And he drank alcohol today.

And he is so tall, and his sofa is so small.

And he still remembers to add sugar to the milk he boils for himself.

He looked at Lu Zhuo's long legs, and said hesitantly, "Go to the bedroom and sleep, you've been drinking, and the sofa is too small."

This sofa is also a little smaller than the single bed in the bar that Lu Zhuo used to sleep on. Lu Zhuo smiled at Jiang Yu: "Now I've learned to be good again? It's okay, I'm not that particular, go and find me a pillow."

He only had a lot of pillows, so Jiang Yu ran to the bedroom, and saw that Lu Zhuo had tidied up his messy kennel.

Jiang Yu hugged the pillow, walked to the living room very slowly, and then asked uncertainly: "How about... I will sleep in the bedroom with you?"