remedial plan

"Young man, where did the little brother sitting by the window go?"

The wrinkled face was almost wrinkled into a chrysanthemum, and the aunt took the special priced milk tea shyly, and asked dissatisfiedly with a blushing face. A Wu's hands froze slightly, and he smiled uncomfortably, "He has something to do today, so he didn't come."

"Oh, why didn't you come?" The aunt sighed and left with the milk tea. Before leaving, she didn't forget to ask, "Then will you come tomorrow?"

"Yes, definitely."

Ah Wu nodded affirmatively, and the aunt left contentedly.

This is the No.20 seven aunts I met this morning who asked about Nick's whereabouts. For the first time, Ah Wu knew that a person's appearance would really have a huge impact on the sales performance of a store. How could he be so handsome? No one can appreciate it?

Ah Wu sighed and cupped his chin and looked at himself in pity.

Cheng Chen took out the cake from the bakery and looked at the few cafes, "Why are there so many fewer customers today?"

"Nick is not here." Ah Wu sighed quietly.

Cheng Chen was at a loss, and didn't understand the connection between the two, "Then what?"

"That's why aunt comes here to see the handsome guy. He's not in town, so there are naturally fewer customers." A Wu stared at the figure inside the marble and sighed, "Why can't everyone appreciate my handsomeness?"

Cheng Chen put the cake into the glass cabinet, wiped the fine sweat from his forehead due to exercise all morning, "That's because aunt is not blind."

"..."

Ah Wu forgot, Brother Wen left but there was still Xiao Wu, who was influenced by his poisonous tongue, by his side.

"Jingle"

"Welcome, sir, what do you want to drink? Hey, Brother Changping." Cheng Chen shouted in surprise, "Brother Changping, have you recovered from your fever?"

Changping, wearing a mask, nodded, walked straight into the lounge, and then came out, "Did someone stay here yesterday?"

Cheng Chen nodded, "Well, brother Wen and Nick didn't go back yesterday after getting drunk, so they slept in the shop."

"Just sleeping?" Chang Ping doubted, the wrinkles were formed after all kinds of sex.

"...I've already tidied it up." Cheng Chen waved his hands helplessly, no matter how he tried to smooth out the wrinkles on the bed sheet, I really don't know what Brother Wen and Nick were tossing about last night.

Ah Wu smiled slyly while thinking, sure enough, Brother Wen was eaten up by Nick, who was bound to win, tsk tsk tsk.

"Brother Changping, I want to ask for leave," Cheng Chen recalled the final exam not long ago, "Maybe three days!"

"I'll invite you for a week." Awu raised his hand in agreement.

Changping said expressionlessly, "The reason."

"Final exam." Cheng Chen replied.

Changping's eyes drifted to Ah Wu, he remembered that they were in the same class.

A Wuli said bluntly, "Review and exam for the final exam."

"Three days? Seven days?" Changping raised his eyebrows.

Ah Wu said without changing his face, "Xiao Wu is smarter."

"You are stupid."

One morning after being hit by his appearance and IQ one after another, Ah Wu just smiled helplessly, then turned around and looked for a cup to drink chrysanthemum tea. She saw the school doctor a few days ago, and she said that this was more calming and calming.

"Dang dong dong."

"Welcome, sir...Brother Ling?"

The one who entered was Ling Che who had been away for less than three hours, Ah Wu stared round, Cheng Chen blushed, and calmly continued, "What do you need to drink?"

"Don't drink, you need someone." Ling Che looked tenderly at Cheng Chen, whose cheeks were flushed, and the latter almost hung his head into the uniform on his chest.

"Who does Brother Ling want?"

"he!"

Slender fingers pointed firmly at Cheng Chen, Chang Ping frowned, "It's not time for lunch break yet."

"How long?"

Ah Wu leaned over to Ling Che's side like a dog, "It won't be long, we'll be there in half an hour."

Ling Che sat calmly on the fabric sofa, calm and composed, "It's okay, I'll wait." He stared at Cheng Chen without blinking, his heart was soft.

Cheng Chen shook his hands and took a deep breath, "What would Mr. Ling drink?"

"Green tea, the same green tea as in the morning."

Ling Che smiled, with an evil taste, as expected, the face of the person opposite was flushed, he couldn't speak, just turned around calmly, and concentrated on making green tea as in the morning.

The sound of "jingling" came out from time to time, without any rhythmic noise hitting everyone's eardrums.

Changping snatched the tea set from Cheng Chen's hand, and just met his suspicious gaze, he pursed his lips tightly, "Let's go."

"Ah?" Cheng Chen didn't understand, where did he go?

Ah Wu rushed over and hugged Changping's waist tightly, "Thank you Brother Ping, you actually let us get off work like this, you are simply the best person in the world!"

Chang Ping broke away A Wu's hand tightly wrapped around his waist, one finger at a time, "I'm not talking about you." He looked up at Cheng Chen, "He's waiting for you."

Cheng Chen's face was almost burning, and he whispered, "Is it okay if I go first?"

"Go."

A Wu Chuchu raised her head pitifully, and complained with her slender single eyelid, "Brother Changping, don't be so discriminatory, I have to get off work, I have to go too, woo woo woo..."

"Being a light bulb?"

Changping finally broke off the wolf claws around his waist, and immediately took a step back and said indifferently, Ah Wu's outstretched hand froze, and almost at the same time he felt the cold gaze from his back, smiled immediately, and raised his eyebrows. Sending Cheng Chen by hand, "Suddenly remembered that there are still many things to do, Xiao Wu, go quickly, don't hinder our business."

Cheng Chen put on his overcoat and walked out of the lounge, his white face blushed, hesitating.Ling Che got up, touched his head, and took his hand naturally. Cheng Chen's hand froze, and his head almost stopped functioning.When he came back to his senses, he had already followed Ling Che to the coastal garden.

He lowered his head and asked in a low voice, "Where are we going? Your house?"

"Guess?" Ling Che couldn't help rubbing his head, the soft hair always made him fondle admiringly.

Cheng Chen shook his head honestly, "I don't know."

In front of the building, Ling Che pressed the elevator.

"Last time I said, treat you to eat. If you have something to do, you can make up for it today. But let me state in advance that the food I cook is not delicious."

"No," Cheng Chen looked up at Ling Che and said loudly, "It must be delicious." As if realizing his gaffe, he lowered his head embarrassedly, but was stopped.

"Ken raised his head? I've been keeping my head down since I saw you just now, and I was worried that you might have a stiff neck, but it doesn't seem to be the case." Ling Che smiled and pinched his tender cheeks.

Cheng Chen rubbed the hem of his coat tightly, and asked nervously, "Mr. Ling, you..."

"You still call me Mr. Ling? En?" Threatening Yang raised the last word.

"...Ling Che? That's not polite," Cheng Chen's round face was full of stubbornness, "Mr. Ling."

"Call me Che." Ling Che pinched his chubby face, it was very tactile, smooth and tender, and his round face was very much like the Mr. Xiong he hugged to sleep when he was a child.

"But we don't know each other well." Cheng Chen insisted.

Ling Che's brows were tightly furrowed, and he said dangerously, "Could it be that you were joking this morning." He swore that if he dared to nod, he would be skinned and boned as soon as he got home and fried as chicken nuggets.

Cheng Chen was taken aback, then seriously shook his head, and said shyly, "No, I, I, really like Mr. Ling, but," he paused slightly, "Mr. Ling didn't accept it!"

"Ding"

The elevator door opened.

Ling Che couldn't help laughing, dragged him into the elevator, waited until the elevator door closed, and kissed him deeply.

Different from the gentleness in the morning, he forcefully pried his lips open to find the warmth and moisture hidden inside, he bit the tip of his tongue tightly, sucking and rubbing.

Cheng Chen opened his round eyes in astonishment, except for the magnified handsome face in front of his eyes, crackling firecrackers seemed to blow his mind away, leaving only a dizzy white light, and he leaned softly in the arms of the person beside him.

Ling Che let go of the man in his arms, and said with a smile, "What do you think? Who would do such a thing to you."

Cheng Chen grabbed Ling Che's clothes, looked at him with bright eyes, and said pleasantly, "Well, you, you agreed?"

"Ding"

The elevator door opened, Ling Che opened the room door with a smile, and Cheng Chen followed behind anxiously.

Ling Che closed the door, pulled him into his arms suddenly, rested his chin on his soft hair, and said contentedly, "En, I agree."

With trembling hands, Cheng Chen slowly climbed up Ling Che's waist, his legs were even a little soft because of the sudden surprise. Is this true?Why does he always have a kind of dreamlike illusion and unreality, no matter, he wants to indulge in the sweetness of the moment.

Ling Che hugged him tightly, and murmured to himself, "What will the old man do now? I'm not a human being, so I just sent it to my door."

Cheng Chen raised his head and asked curiously, "What did you say?"

"It's nothing, what do you want to eat?" Ling Che pampered his head.

"I'm not picky, I'm fine." Cheng Chen rubbed his face against Ling Che's shoulder, reluctantly let go of his hand, really wanted to hold him like this forever.

Ling Che clapped his hands, "That's up to me. Let's eat steak, just eat steak." He pinched Cheng Chen's arm and thought to himself, he's really skinny and needs to be mended.

"En." Cheng Chen nodded vigorously, looking at him with bright eyes.