Your character is not right

When he woke up the next day, Lu Qingchen did not go to Qingshi.

Seeing that he didn't go to work, Mrs. Lu said, "Then Chenchen, you can make tea with me."

Mrs. Lu is good at tea, and when she has a whim, she will pull people to make tea together.

Incense was already lit on the low table, and the tea sets on the tea table were well arranged. Mrs. Lu prepared two sets, and because Lu Qingchen stayed at home, she asked the housekeeper to add another set.

The recent weather has obviously cooled down a lot. When scalding hot water was poured into the pot, steaming white mist floated up, blurring Lu Qingchen's eyebrows and eyes.

Making tea pays attention to the state of mind, and if the state of mind is unstable, it is easy to make mistakes.

Lu Qingchen calmly walked through the series of procedures of warming the device, pouring tea, shaking the incense, warming the cup, moistening the tea, brewing the tea, and distributing the tea, his movements can be described as flowing.

In the jade white porcelain cup, the black tea exudes a mellow fragrance.

He picked up the tea, took a sip, and then stiffened the hand holding the teacup.

The breeze blows through the wind chimes hanging on the balcony, making tinkling sounds, and the planted flowers and plants are also swaying. It is just early morning, and the thin mist intertwines with the morning sun, and a ray of light falls on his On the shoulder, someone quietly leaned over, buried his head on it, and stretched out his hands to cling to him, with a voice as sweet as bee sugar: "How is it? Does it taste like mine?"

Time passed little by little, Father Lu on the opposite side saw him holding the teacup after taking a sip, and raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

Lu Qingchen didn't seem to hear it.

"Does it taste bad?" Mrs. Lu next to her leaned over her head and asked.

The young man leaning on his shoulder disappeared the moment Mrs. Lu approached.

Lu Qingchen lowered his eyes, put down the teacup expressionlessly, and commented lightly: "It's so sweet that it's bitter."

He poured three cups, one was in his hand, and the other two were on the tea tray. Madam Lu put her own tea aside and took one of them, "I'll try it."

She took a sip and stretched her brows: "It's delicious, sweet and mellow."

"It's kind of addicting."

Where is the bitterness?

Lu Qingchen raised his finger, closed his eyes and rubbed his lips, his expression indifferent.

Yeah?Then why is his tongue bitter?

It is sweet and bitter.

Shockingly sweet.

It was painful.

After tasting the tea, Mrs. Lu asked the housekeeper to clean and put away the tea set, while she opened Weibo. While watching, she secretly observed her son. For some other key words, I still saw the speeches of popular netizens, as well as what was exposed by others, about the big v who released real hammer chat records.

Yes, Big V, because of that chat record, his number of fans has surged, and most of them are people who eat melons.

He was dumped by his girlfriend.

The chat records between girlfriend and best friend are private, and the best friend told the girlfriend not to spread it outside, but the man once took his girlfriend’s mobile phone, accidentally saw the chat records, and took pictures of those pictures out of selfishness. When the incident was exposed , The girl at the front desk who was surfing the Internet saw it, and immediately questioned her friend, who then questioned her boyfriend, finally broke up, and even entrusted a lawyer to sue him.

The insider said that the man finally climbed up to Bai Fumei to be Bai Fumei's boyfriend, because of this incident, there is nothing left now.

After reading the big V's material, Madam Lu sighed and turned to the one about Ye Qiao and her son.

"It's...very good. [Quiet voice]"

"I just wanted to find someone worthy of dating Brother Qiao, but when I turned around, someone slapped me in the face."

"Let me reveal the news! Didn't Brother Qiao shoot an advertisement for DEAR mobile phone in xx square before! My best friend and I also went to see it. There was a scene where Brother Qiao called. It happened that Mr. Lu also answered the phone, Qiao My brother hung up the phone, and that President Lu also hung up the phone. I was still shocked by the appearance of that President Lu. My best friend said that you only pay attention to this thing. What you should pay attention to is that their movements of dialing, answering and hanging up are almost synchronized. Is it? There is a video of my best friend to prove it!"

"Fuck!!! It's so early?! I'm so sour!!"

"It's a relationship, it's a relationship, right? Both of them are single and have no family. They are dating and flirting together. How could it be nurturing??"

"Why can't it be a nurturing? Don't you see that Mr. Lu's family background can make him like Ye Qiao? Can Mr. Lu's parents agree? Don't you know that their family looks down on actors the most? "

"It seems... also sighs to..."

……

Mrs. Lu sneered, and replied to the netizen who said Ye Qiao was an actor.

"Their family didn't look down on Ye Qiao, and his parents quite agreed."

A netizen replied: "Are you the fucking boss Lu of the Qingshi Group? Do you know??"

Mrs. Lu couldn't help saying: "Hey! I really am!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt the gaze on her.

Madam Lu looked up.

Lu Qingchen paused from handling official duties, looked at his mother: "Mom, what are you looking at?"

Mrs. Lu remained calm: "My friend sent me an article, and I think the person described in it is very similar to me."

Lu Qingchen seemed to believe it, and continued to work with his head down.

Madam Lu continued to scroll down.

"Sisters! Do you know! Someone has been knocked off the official match a long time ago! Search Yiye Qingshui Chaohua on Weibo and there is a surprise!!!"

"Applause for the Prophet! Clap clap clap!!"

"I'm going! I can't do it! [Sa Beining inhales oxygen]"

"Sisters! Don't use your real names! Don't let Weibo notice! We all understand!"

A leaf of clear water?

Mrs. Lu typed in the search box, jumped to Chaohua, and clicked to enter.

At the top of Chaohua is a Weibo post by a painter.

The artist is called I Always Love Brother Lu, and posted three pictures.

In the first picture, the young man hangs behind the cold-looking man, and compares a pair of scissors to the non-existent camera in front of him.

In the second picture, two people are lying on a bed, wearing pajamas with fingers intertwined, staring at each other.

In the third picture, the young man is covering the man's back, clasping his fingers with the other's fingers, and the night light from outside the window seeps in. The noble and indifferent man tries to keep calm, but the corners of his eyes cannot help but turn red. He seems to be holding back the pleasure, his lips The petals are squeezed tightly.

Like a god in love/desire, with a strong sense of abstinence.

Mrs. Lu: It's a little embarrassing, but also a little cool.

Her son is so tempting—

She clicked to see the big picture, but a black shadow was reflected in front of her.

Mrs. Lu froze, and turned her head slowly.

Lu Qingchen stood behind him, his eyes fell on the painting on the big picture.

Madam Lu opened her mouth to speak, but Lu Qingchen stretched out his hand towards her.

"Chenchen..." She tried to explain.

Lu Qingchen stared at her calmly.

In the end, Mrs. Lu handed over the phone in shame.

Lu Qingchen picked up Mrs. Lu's cell phone, looked at the three photos back and forth with lowered eyebrows, and then quit to look at the painter's name: I will always like Brother Lu.

He flipped through the painter's previous Weibo.

This painter's painting skills at the beginning were so bad that he couldn't look directly at him, but he improved by leaps and bounds later on, and got better and better. A determined "reverse cp" painter, there are countless "crooks" in his mouth.

He suddenly bent his lips coldly.

"Brother Lu, I want an art teacher—"

"Are you going to take pictures of painters?"

"Well... almost."

……

Sure enough, he lied to him again, little liar, again and again.

Lu Qingchen is too familiar with Ye Qiao's painting style, he asked Cui Xiu to invite Ye Qiao's art teacher, and the art teacher would send him every painting of Ye Qiao.

He looked at them one by one, Ye Qiao's painting habit, and the way he handled the details, all of them were clear to him.

Not only lied to him.

It turns out that the little liar has always wanted to do the above.

It's just so-

Lu Qingchen gritted his teeth expressionlessly.

Furious.

Ye Qiao didn't know that his vest had been exposed.

He stayed in the hospital ward for three days, and three days later, he called and asked the Ye family to send someone to pick him up.

Father Ye sat across from Ye Qiao who was taken home. The man who already had white hair looked visibly embarrassed.

In these years, he actually rarely saw his children.

Ye Qiao didn't want to see his mother, and he didn't want to see him either. He had his ex-wife's child as his heir, and because he was ashamed of Ye Qiao, he didn't dare to control Ye Qiao. Thinking about his status, as long as Ye Qiao didn't kill people and sell drugs, he could do it. For Ye Qiao's sake, he let Ye Qiao go all the time.

After Ye Qiao returned to China, he began to change for the better. Father Ye didn't dare to intervene for fear of causing Ye Qiao to retaliate. He almost let the other party do what Ye Qiao said he would do.

He learned about Ye Qiao's recent news from the Internet, and he naturally knew about Ye Qiao and Lu Qingchen's affairs.

Countless times, he wanted to hold a press conference and tell those reporters and netizens that Ye Qiao was Ye Zhenzhi's child.

Or take action to suppress those public opinions so that they can't comment on Zhuo Yeqiao.

Nurturing?Unworthy status?A mere actor?

But in the end, he was worried that his meddling would make Ye Qiao feel disgusted and repelled, so he didn't move.

"I have asked the housekeeper to tidy up your previous room, and added some new furniture, but generally nothing has changed..." He said in a soft voice, without mentioning anything on the Internet.

Ye Qiao scrolled through the small Weibo account, and let out a blank expression.

Children who once longed for family affection have become indifferent to these when they grow up.

Compared with Ye Zhenzhi's cautiousness, the men beside Ye Zhenzhi looked at Ye Qiao with extremely vigilant eyes.He is the child of Ye Zhenzhi and his ex-wife, named Ye Xueming.

He couldn't be more aware of how much his father felt guilty for this younger brother, and he felt a little sympathy for this younger brother in his heart, but he was worried that Ye Qiao had other purposes for returning home.

To the extent of his father's guilt towards Ye Qiao, if Ye Qiao wanted to accept the training of an heir, his father would not refuse.

He was thinking about it, but saw that Ye Qiao had already got up from the sofa.

There was still a Band-Aid on the boy's forehead, his face was pale and weak, but extremely indifferent.

"I'm not feeling well, I'm going to bed."

Father Ye stood up quickly: "I'll take you to your room."

"No need." Ye Qiao stopped, "I know the way."

He couldn't remember that room very clearly. For countless days, he huddled in the closet in that room alone, thinking about the day when his mother or father opened the door of his room and couldn't find him. Anxiously looking for his name, but he never waited for their door.

Mother hates him because of father, and father blames him for not being able to make mother happy.

They didn't like him, and after a while, he got used to being in the closet.

He walked to the original room and opened the door.

Black curtains, black bed... He fell on the bed, feeling as if he had also merged into these darkness.

The empty darkness made him a little uneasy, he was extremely sleepy, but closing his eyes was a nightmare.

It seemed that there were countless evil spirits in the darkness around him, ready to pounce on him and devour him at any moment.

He opened his eyes, looked at the wardrobe in the corner, staggered up, and got in.

The author has something to say: I, in, splash, dog, blood.

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