Prosperous White Lotus Planting Manual

"Last time, when grandpa came, I promised..." Xu Hanchang explained in a murmur, his voice getting smaller and smaller.

He didn't know what happened to him just now, but he suddenly threw himself into a trap and said such words.

Zhuo Wen's calm scrutiny made him feel even more embarrassed, wishing that the other party would lose his memory directly.

"You... hurry up and do your work." Xu Hanchang urged.

Speaking of which, it was the night when Grandpa Xu came last time. The two of them cleared up their suspicions and got the tacit approval of their parents. The atmosphere was so wonderful that one couldn't help it.

However, because Grandpa is next door, although Zhuo Wen has renovated the house, the sound insulation is not very good.

And after all, the remaining rationality of the two of them can still think that if Xu Hanchang limped while supporting his waist the next day, there is no guarantee that Grandpa Xu would not have an attack on the spot.

That time, Zhuo Wen only ate half full.

It was at that time that Xu Hanchang promised that as long as Zhuo Wenren did this once, he would repay him twice in the future.

As a result, not long after Grandpa Xu left, the two had a conflict because of an oolong, and then Xu Hanchang had a fever.

Zhuo Wen was so distressed that he lost all charming thoughts, so he took him to the door and asked the doctor to take his pulse.

After that, Xu Hanchang was driven to drink tea in the lobby of the antique medical hall. When Zhuo Wen came out with the prescription alone, his eyes were red as if he had been greatly wronged inside.

Since then, Zhuo Wen has been especially keen on making him various kinds of soup to replenish his body, and he has restrained himself unprecedentedly in matters of love.

He is still keen to put Xu Hanchang on the bed after washing his whole body early or soaking his feet in medicinal soup, but he has never solved it for him like before, let alone doing that kind of thing.

Several times Xu Hanchang could clearly feel his emotion, and he was ready to cooperate if Zhuo Wen wanted it.But to his surprise, Zhuo Wen also kissed him more intensely for a while, hugged him in his arms, calmed down and fell asleep indiscriminately.

So after all the fights and calculations, he and Zhuo Wen had only done it once in a serious way.

Xu Hanchang stopped talking, since the person concerned had forgotten, he wanted to blur the matter.

So he told Zhuo Wen to let him go to work, and he turned around as if he was going to pack his luggage.

Before he could take a step, someone rushed up from behind and hugged his waist tightly.

"Brother Xu, are you going to pay off your debts?" Zhuo Wen quickly reached out and grabbed his vitals, and Xu Hanchang could feel the urgency in his movements and tone, "It's all like this, I still have to go where."

Xu Hanchang's scalp was numb, and he had a handle in Zhuo Wen's hands, and he didn't dare to break free, so he could only stand there stiffly and let Zhuo Wen move.

"Brother Xu is very warm to me recently, I am very happy." Zhuo Wen turned him around and hugged him with both hands.

He is taller than Xu Hanchang, and always lowers his head slightly when talking to him, looking very gentle.

Xu Hanchang glanced to the side, and denied it flatly: "No way."

Although he said something against it, it was just a dead duck with a stubborn mouth.Thinking about it carefully, he also felt that during this period of time, he had some dependence on Zhuo Wen that he didn't realize.

There are also some vague, hints.

Xu Hanchang thought it was just a small hint that he couldn't help himself, but Zhuo Wen saw it as a blatant seduction.

While pushing Xu Hanchang to the nearest sofa, he passionately kissed the back of his ear.

"Don't make trouble..." Xu Hanchang's waist immediately softened, and his back was leaning against the soft sofa, as if there was a place to escape.

Zhuo Wen was happy to let him struggle in the limited space, and every move made by this shy and lovely man just touched the warmest and softest place in his heart.

"Brother Xu." Zhuo Wen lowered his head, trapping him between his arms and the sofa, forcing him to look into his eyes.

Xu Hanchang's whole body was filled with Zhuo Wen's breath and body temperature, and when he met his eyes, he slowly stopped struggling.

After a long while, Xu Hanchang lowered his head to look at the same red braided rope on Zhuo Wen's wrist as his own.

"Ok."

Naturally he couldn't go home the next day, so Xu Hanchang lay on the bed and called his grandfather.

Zhuo Wen was beside him, kneeling on the bed, massaging his waist diligently and proudly.

"It works." Xu Hanchang turned over to the side, telling Zhuo Wen to stop.

This movement affected his waist, making him gasp.

"Hanchang, have you arrived at the entrance of the village?" Grandpa Xu's cheerful voice came from the microphone.

Xu Hanchang said embarrassingly: "Well, grandpa, I may not go back today, and I will go home tomorrow."

Grandpa Xu asked with some doubts: "Did something delay you? Hanchang, are you going to work without telling me again?"

Xu Hanchang quickly said: "No, no, I don't, Grandpa, yes, yes..."

He "is" for a long time, but he didn't tell a successful lie.

Zhuo Wen stretched out his hand to him, motioning for him to speak.

Of course Xu Hanchang knew how talented Zhuo Wen was in lying, but he pushed away Zhuo Wen's arm that was reaching out to take the phone, and said bravely, "Grandpa, I want to stay with Zhuo Wen for one more day, and he will send me back tomorrow."

Zhuo Wen didn't expect him to say such a thing. At that time, it was like being squeezed by the chin and poured down a bucket of honey, so sweet that he was dizzy.

Grandpa Xu was choked for a moment, but he didn't object: "Oh, oh, that's fine, you promised that your uncle will come back tomorrow, you can call him and ask, and Xiao Zhuo will bring him back if it's convenient for you."

The grandfather and grandson reluctantly said a few words, hung up the phone tacitly, and both breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother Xu." Zhuo Wen came up sticky and tired again.

Xu Hanchang blushed: "What are you doing?"

"It's okay." Zhuo Wen lay on his body like a boneless one. Thanks to his conscience, he used his hands to support Xu Hanchang's back, which did not make him vulnerable, and then bore the weight of his body.

"I love you so much." Zhuo Wen gently kissed Xu Hanchang, who was unable to resist, from his forehead, down his cheeks, and finally on his lips repeatedly.

It's a very polite kiss, the warmth is far greater than the passion/desire.

"You love me too, don't you?" He chuckled in a low voice, and anyone could hear the joy in it.

Xu Hanchang's face flushed red, and he didn't speak for a while.

Zhuo Wen didn't give up, and continued to gently kiss every inch of his exposed skin. Such an attitude and tenderness almost seemed to be worshiping a treasure.

"Yes." Xu Hanchang softened under his eyes and movements, and muttered softly, "I love you very much."

Zhuo Wen couldn't help interlocking his fingers, and gently pressed his forehead against his in the sunlight through the window.