The harm of chrysanthemum temptation

Mother Lu opened the door and saw her son and Su Minglang standing at the door with solemn expressions like two door gods, but the door gods seemed to be stuck upside down, how could they face the door facing their own door?

Mother Lu had a soft and kind smile on her face, and greeted the two young people, "Come in, come in, Minglang, sit down, Xiaoxu, go to the kitchen and cut a watermelon for your classmate."

"Auntie, how are you doing recently?" Su Minglang chose the most common opening words.

Lu's mother smiled and said, "Okay, hehe, Minglang, what's the matter with the injury on this face?"

Su Minglang touched his face in embarrassment and said, "I accidentally knocked on the door panel."

Lu Xiaoxu was holding a chubby green watermelon and wanted to cut it with the knife. Hearing Su Minglang's nonsense, he almost chopped the knife on his own paw. blindness?

Sure enough, Lu's mother was not easy to deceive, and she teased him with a smile: "Be careful when you walk in the future, if you really hit something good or bad, how many girls' hearts will be hurt."

Su Minglang smiled faintly, pondering the meaning behind Lu's mother's words.

Lu's mother looked in the direction of the kitchen and said, "I won't come to see my aunt recently, and my aunt misses you a lot."

Regardless of whether these words are true or not, it is still very useful to Su Minglang. He smiled and said to Lu's mother: "Auntie, I have always missed you, but I am too busy with work. If you don't mind, I will come and see you more in the future." Look at you."

After listening to Lu's mother, her smile became obviously meaningful.

Seeing Lu's mother's expression, Su Minglang knew that what he just said did not necessarily make her happy, so he smiled embarrassingly.

Lu's mother said: "For young people, work is still important. If you miss your aunt, come and have a look. Your aunt will be very happy."

Lu Xiaoxu put the twisted watermelon in front of the two of them, "Eat the watermelon.

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He glanced nervously at Su Minglang, then at his mother, then lowered his head, like a child who has done something wrong, scratching the back of his head with his hands uneasily.

Before I knew it, it was noon, and Mother Lu had the habit of taking a nap. She waited on them for lunch, talked and laughed with them for a while, and then went back to sleep.

Lu Xiaoxu's house is no better than Su Minglang's. All the windows that can be opened are opened, and the fans are blowing, which can be regarded as dispelling the heat.

The atmosphere of the two is a bit hidden and subtle.

Lu Xiaoxu balked at the back of his head, and asked Su Minglang in a low voice, "What are you thinking?"

Su Minglang gracefully crossed his legs, folded his hands on his thighs, and leaned back on the sofa in a casual posture. Hearing Lu Xiaoxu's question, he pursed his lips and smiled, and said, "I should think the same as you. Tell me first." your."

"Me?" Lu Xiaoxu was very dissatisfied with Su Minglang's anti-client attitude, and felt that he was not upright enough.

However, it is not Lu Xiaoxu's style to compete in this aspect, so Lu Xiaoxu carried forward his open and aboveboard spirit, and narrated his thoughts...asked: "Do you think my mother, does she know?"

Su Minglang pondered for a while with a solemn expression, and made a self-seeking expression towards him.

"Tsk, if he really knew, how could he be so nonchalant?" Boss Lu Xiaoxu couldn't figure it out.

"I said long ago that my aunt is not an ordinary person." Su Ming Lang looked enigmatic.

Lu Xiaoxu said angrily: "I'm his son, right? Didn't I pick it up? Is this the attitude you should have when you know your son is being ... raped by a man?"

Lu Xiaoxu felt extremely desolate in his heart, and suddenly felt that he was more pitiful than that little cabbage.

Su Minglang let out a "puchi" laugh, and asked, "How does Auntie know whether it's his son who got fucked, or his son who got fucked by someone else?"

Lu Xiaoxu's eyes lit up for a moment, then dimmed again. "What's the difference? They're not all the same... gay."

Going up to hug the depressed lover, Su Minglang raised his chin with one hand, with a smile on his face, looked at him affectionately, and said: "Because I like you, I am gay. What should I do with you?"

What Su Minglang asked was exactly what Lu Xiaoxu was struggling with. Facing Su Minglang's confession again and again, he really had no choice.

Su Minglang gently hugged Lu Xiaoxu, his slender fingers swayed his moist lips, leaning forward to peck lightly with pity.

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