Gentle oppression

Jiang Yu didn't confirm that Lu Zhuo was really not just trying to make him happy until he really stood at the door of the bar.

He was a little excited to be exposed to new things, grabbed Lu Zhuo's arm and asked, "Then can I drink?"

Being in poor health, drinking alcohol is obviously one of the things that is absolutely not allowed.

Lu Zhuo remembered that when he met Jiang Yu for the first time, he drank half a glass of beer, and wanted to give him two fists at that time.

He patted Jiang Yu's hand holding him, and asked, "Want to drink?"

Jiang Yu nodded, still in constant excitement: "Isn't there a bartender in the bar? I've always been curious about the taste of that colorful wine."

Lu Zhuo rubbed his little face, it felt tender and soft, he couldn't hold it back, rubbed it twice, and said: "My baby is an adult, of course you can drink it."

He looked at Jiang Yu's little face flushed with excitement, and his heart softened.

This is because he missed the fun of playing around with his peers, so that his little one can be so excited when he comes to a bar.

He took Jiang Yu's hand and entered the door, and the noisy movement came over his face.

The resident singer on the stage was performing a heavy metal rock song. Jiang Yu watched in a daze, and dragged Lu Zhuo to ask him to watch: "It's Lao Fang! It's Xiao Liu!"

Lu Zhuo just looked at him indulgently and smiled, "This is the bar where they sang."

The bartenders who worked a little longer knew Lu Zhuo, and someone who came and went said hello to Lu Zhuo. After a few times, Jiang Yu's attention was finally attracted, and he tried to speak loudly in the noisy background: "You Do you often--come--"

Lu Zhuo pulled him to the direction of the bar. It was a little less noisy here, but he still needed to speak loudly. Lu Zhuo simply lowered his head and leaned close to Jiang Yu's ear, and said, "It's the past, I've dealt with it for the boss. The little bastard who found fault a few times, and later got acquainted with the boss, and sometimes would come over for a drink or two."

If you stick it close, you can hear clearly without too much effort.

But the voice is clear, and the breath is also clear.

Jiang Yu felt that when Lu Zhuo spoke, his breath hit his earbones, making it itchy.

He hid with red ears, but he needed to get closer to talk to Lu Zhuo, and after a while he tilted his head: "I remembered, you used to work at the barbecue stall next door, Xiao Liu and Lu Zhuo I said."

This big mouth.

Lu Zhuo glared at the unknown guitarist on stage.

Then he said, "Well, now that stall is gone, but this bar's business is getting better and better."

The high stool was very high, Jiang Yu sat on it with his feet padded, his two slender legs were dangling, touching Lu Zhuo's from time to time.

Lu Zhuo shook his leg to tell him to be more honest, and then showed him the drink list: "What do you want to drink?"

Jiang Yu looked at the wine list for a while, and only recognized the Mojito and Long Island Iced Tea on it. After thinking for a while, he decided to ask Lu Zhuo for help: "You help me choose."

Lu Zhuo knocked on the bar and said to the bartender, "Come on, make a drink for my kid, something sweeter."

The bartender probably also knew Lu Zhuo, raised his eyebrows knowingly, and brought Jiang Yu a glass of layered wine after a while.

The bottom layer is milky white, and the upper layer is cherry red. Jiang Yu carefully sucked a little while holding the goblet, like a small snail trying to get out of its shell to eat, exploring its tentacles.

The bartender is very conscientious, and the milky and sweet taste covers most of the wine, and it really doesn't have the bad taste of beer or liquor.

Jiang Yu happily took another sip.

Lu Zhuo didn't do so many tricks anymore, he just ordered a glass of whiskey and drank it all the time.

When the band's performance was over, Xiao Liu exclaimed, "Oh, my brother Jiang, why are you here?" Jiang Yu had already drank the whole glass of cocktail, and said like Lu Zhuo, "I want a special drink. Sweeter."

He smiled teasingly at the bartender, but he lacked confidence, his voice was a little weaker, and he added softly: "Thank you."

...Thanks for the early.

Jiang Yu felt a little dizzy when he got in the taxi.

The two cups of rum were not as mild as they tasted, but they had a lot of stamina. Jiang Yu staggered in a taxi driving at a constant speed, and felt like his legs were stuck in cotton, unable to move. strength.

Lu Zhuo leaned closer to him, put his arms around Jiang Yu's little head, and Jiang Yu leaned on his shoulder, sleeping peacefully.

When he was about to arrive at the destination, Lu Zhuo touched Jiang Yu's sleepy little face and woke him up. Jiang Yu was a little sleepy, looked at Lu Zhuo blankly, and heard Lu Zhuo say, "Good boy, go home and go to sleep again." .”

Ah, home.

Jiang Yu came to his senses and said softly, "Okay."

Lu Zhuo used his mobile phone to pay the fare, and Jiang Yu climbed down from the taxi first, not standing still, a little wobbly, after walking two steps, he stood there obediently, and almost stuck him on his head. Put a label on it and write "Waiting for Lu Zhuo to pick it up and go home".

Lu Zhuo turned around and saw such a good boy.

Under the moonlight, one can clearly see his hunched little face, rosy and full lips, long eyelashes like crow feathers, and those sparkling eyes when looking at him.

Lu Zhuo went over and grabbed Jiang Yu's slightly cool little hand, wrapped it in his palm, and asked, "Do you want to hug you?"

Alcohol made Jiang Yu seem a little unresponsive, making him more obedient.

He shook his head slowly, and said in a soft and sustaining voice: "No, I'm fine..."

The unfocused eyes betrayed the fact that he was still a little drunk. Lu Zhuo didn't expose him, but just took Jiang Yu's hand and turned his arms around Jiang Yu's waist.

Jiang Yu obediently followed Lu Zhuo back into the house, then took off his shoes and put on his pair of slippers that were one size smaller, and sat down on the sofa obediently.

Lu Zhuo has dealt with many drunks, but he has never seen such an honest one.

But I've never seen Jiang Yu drink so badly.

Those two glasses of wine were served to Jiang Yu, and he was right in front of him. If the bartender joked too much, he would definitely not let Jiang Yu be teased so stupidly.

Two glasses of slightly alcoholic wine, unexpectedly got the little one drunk.

Or not drunk, just half-drunk dazed state.

But Lu Zhuo was afraid that Jiang Yu would have a headache the next day, so he didn't stop him because he wanted Jiang Yu to have as much fun as he wanted, and if he got sick, the gain would outweigh the loss.

He got up and went to the refrigerator to rummage through the milk. Fortunately, there was still a can of pure milk in the house that had not expired, but it was a pity that his life was not refined at all, and there was no such thing as honey at home.

When I took it to the kitchen and planned to heat it up in the microwave, I suddenly remembered that when he was bullying others, he went to Jiang Yu's house drunk and Jiang Yu used a milk pot to help him boil the milk, even though Jiang Yu put the milk It was overcooked.

The corners of Lu Zhuo's mouth curled up, and he glanced at Jiang Yu who was obediently sitting on the sofa looking at him, and said, "Baby, wait a minute."

Then he turned out the milk pot that he hadn't used much, cleaned it, and poured the milk into it.

It took a while to boil the milk, Lu Zhuo took the milk cup to the living room, but Jiang Yu had already fallen asleep.

The whole person is still vaguely in a sitting posture, it should be that he was so sleepy while sitting, and then he directly leaned on the sofa.

...It turns out that Xiao BuDian has been looking at him, which means he is sleepy.

Lu Zhuo looked at the hot milk in his hand, could only put it aside dumbfounded, leaned over and kissed Jiang Yu's forehead, and then picked him up.

Jiang Yu was not a heavy sleeper, he groaned softly when he was being carried and moved by Lu Zhuo, but he didn't wake up.

Lu Zhuo said softly, "Good boy, it's me."

So Jiang Yu continued to sleep obediently.

Lu Zhuo couldn't hold back, and kissed the person in his arms again, before carrying him to the bedroom on the second floor and putting him under the quilt, intending to wash him with a hot towel and wipe him off a bit.

Jiang Yu frowned when he was stuffed under the quilt, and then hummed softly.

But this time Lu Zhuo heard the content of humming clearly.

Jiang Yu said, "Brother."