Difficult to return

Entering December, the company is extraordinarily busy.It wasn't until the regular reminder popped up that Lu Mingchen remembered that he owed Song Shuhua a wedding anniversary gift.

After get off work, he drove to the store. When he got the bracelet of the same model again, he suddenly changed his mind.It was inappropriate to give my husband a gift that I had given to my lover, so I asked the teller to introduce it again.

Necklaces, bracelets, rings, cufflinks... Lu Mingchen searched and searched and couldn't find the right one.

He thought about Song Shuhua's appearance, from head to toe, wearing nothing but their wedding rings, never even wearing bright colors.

When he first met, he was attracted by the other party's quiet and elegant temperament. After seeing him for a long time, he inevitably felt that the other party was a bit rustic.

He changed several stores, looking and choosing, and unconsciously, it was getting late.

Passing by a jewelry store, he was suddenly attracted by the earrings in the glass display case, and vaguely remembered that Song Shuhua had pierced ears, but he never seemed to have worn earrings.Inexplicably, Lu Mingchen imagined that round earlobe, it should look good with earrings.

It's just that the counter here is full of women's earrings, so he had to find another shop that can make men's diamond earrings, and ordered two.

By the time this was done, it was already dark.

On the day of NO.12, Lu Mingchen postponed some less urgent work until the next day, and left early in the afternoon.

He drove to the jewelry store first to pick up custom-made earrings.Since it was an anniversary, and a gift had already been ordered, it seemed strange not to eat out.He called his assistant and asked him to book a restaurant for him.

Pushing open the door, Lu Mingchen first saw the invited housekeeper sitting on his sofa with nothing to do.

It was working hours, and when the housekeeper saw the employer came back, he stood up nervously and explained helplessly.Lu Mingchen glanced at the lighted kitchen, hung his coat on the hanger, and told the housekeeper to go back first.

He opened the kitchen door, and Song Shuhua was wearing an apron, cutting vegetables with his head down.Seeing her husband at this time was a little surprised: "It's so early today, I have to wait for a while for dinner, you go to rest first."

"Stop cooking, I've reserved a table at the restaurant."

Song Shuhua glanced at the cooking table, which was almost ready, and muttered, "It will be ready soon."

"Did you forget what day it is?"

The man lowered his head, as if he had done something wrong: "I haven't forgotten."

Lu Mingchen glanced at the cooking table, the dishes were much richer than usual, and they were all his favorites, his heart suddenly softened.

In these years, although he has never felt the passion and love between a man and his lover, but other than that, the other party gave him everything.Maybe some people have such a nature, lukewarm and indifferent, without that kind of fiery enthusiasm.

Even if he is a so-called "successful person", not everything can be done, let alone two contradictory qualities coexist in one person.He couldn't find fault with her husband, the only fault might be his own dissatisfaction.How can a person get everything they want? At this age, they should also understand these things.

Now that he just broke up with those outside, he doesn't plan to look for it anymore.Thinking about it, I also left out in the cold and owed a lot to my husband, so I'd better stop making troubles in the days to come.

He made this decision in an instant, and even looked at the man with gentle eyes.He grabbed the man's waist: "Wash your hands and go change your clothes. We don't have time to eat out together."

"But these dishes..."

"I don't have much money to throw away." Lu Mingchen was a little impatient, and his tone softened again when he thought of his own determination, "I'll clean it up, and it's fine to put it in the refrigerator to eat tomorrow."

Seeing that he was about to get angry, Song Shuhua hurriedly washed his hands and went to change clothes.

Soon, Song Shuhua changed his clothes and came out.

A black fitted turtleneck cashmere sweater with dark blue jeans, a camel wool coat and a pair of brown soft leather low-top boots.The hair was scratched back randomly with hairspray, pinned behind the ears, and the naturally slightly curly tails were piled on his shoulders, showing off his slender neck and snow-white skin.

The man under the coat was tall and restrained, with lowered brows and frowning eyes, exuding a gentle and light temperament.At this time, the three small moles on his face will become particularly conspicuous again, which is a playful and provocative mood.

Although Lu Mingchen knew his husband's side very well, he was still a little surprised when he saw it again.Perhaps no one could understand that he would cheat with such a partner, not even himself.

"Mingchen, let's go."

"Wait for me to take a shower."

His clothes were wrinkled after wearing them all day.The meeting room came and went, stained with various smells.

He took a shower, shaved his face again, scratched his hair casually, changed out of his daytime formal clothes, and chose a short coat and trousers.

It has been a long time since he tidied himself up like this when he was dating Song Shuhua, or he and his husband hadn't dated for a long time.

Dating is usually done with a lover.

This attire made him look younger, but it couldn't hide his arrogant elite temperament.This kind of arrogance, coupled with his straight and cold face, looks sexy.

Lu Mingchen is very aware of his own appearance advantages, and he understands that this kind of sex appeal is the capital of his pursuit of beauty.As long as he is willing to show his side, there will be people willing to be the third party after knowing that he is married.

Man is a very fragile animal, most likely to be fooled by the love of beautiful fellows.

Song Shuhua was always very patient, and he waited for almost an hour without any objection.

When Lu Mingchen went out, he quietly followed behind him.Lu Mingchen stopped and waited for a while, when Song Shuhua came forward, he held his hand.

The moment the fingers were clasped, Song Shuhua was obviously a little surprised, this is an action that Lu Mingchen rarely does.But the other party pretended not to notice anything, and led the man downstairs.

The intertwined fingers made the wedding rings touch together, and Lu Mingchen inexplicably felt a little relieved.This is a unique kind of peace of mind that only exists between him and Song Shuhua, not with any lover.

When ordering food in a restaurant, it's all up to Lu Mingchen to decide.

After dinner, it was still early, so Lu Mingchen suggested to go shopping again.The two came down from the restaurant and walked into the shopping mall below. Lu Mingchen dragged Song Shuhua into the men's clothing store: "We're all here, go pick out two clothes."

As soon as he entered the door, the shopping guide warmly greeted him, and Song Shuhua quietly turned his side behind the man.Lu Mingchen glanced at him, and said to the shopping guide, "Go ahead, let's see for ourselves."

Turning around, Lu Mingchen chuckled lightly: "You are so grown up, why are you still shy?"

I don't know if it was shyness or embarrassment, Song Shuhua blushed.Knowing that he is thin-skinned, the man didn't intend to make fun of him anymore, but just wrapped his arms around his waist affectionately: "Go and have a look, pick what you like."

Song Shuhua looked silently along the clothes racks and jewelry racks, and Lu Mingchen followed behind, looking at the tall husband's back, thinking that he was only two years younger than himself, and he was in his early thirties now.But the years seem to have stagnated in him, not only the figure and appearance are the same as when they first met, but even the youthfulness and restraint are the same as before.

These qualities, in a middle-aged man, can be exasperating at times, but at other times they can be charming, depending on his mood.

"Do you like this shirt?" Lu Mingchen pointed to an embroidered sapphire blue silk shirt on the model.The smooth silk material shines brightly under the light, which is very eye-catching.

The shopping guide who fell behind them not far away heard this, and immediately came up to introduce: "This is made of natural silk, the patterns are all hand-embroidered, and the button is made of pure mother-of-pearl. If you like it, you can wear it try."

"It's for him."

The shopping guide looked at Song Shuhua: "This color must suit this gentleman's skin well. The one on the model is a bit too big. What size do you wear, sir? I will arrange for a replacement right away."

"No, thank you." He said to Lu Mingchen with embarrassment, "It's too troublesome to try clothes, forget it."

It's really embarrassing for Song Shuhua to try on clothes in this winter, Lu Mingchen said to the shopping guide: "He wears a size 37, you pack it up right away after adjusting."

The shopping guide didn't expect to sell a product so easily, so he promised again and again, and told him that if the size is wrong after going home, he can change it at any time, and they also have a door-to-door service.

After walking all the way, Lu Mingchen picked out some clothes for him inside and out.Song Shuhua had no objection to Lu Mingchen's tough decision on what clothes he should wear, and he didn't take the initiative to look at them, so he only chose a scarf after wandering around.

When paying the bill, Lu Mingchen directly handed over the card, but Song Shuhua picked out the scarf and said that he would pay for it himself.

The two were in a stalemate for a while, and when Song Shuhua seldom persisted like this, Lu Mingchen had no choice but to give up.

After getting into the car with big and small bags, Song Shuhua handed the scarf that he had been holding in his hand to Lu Mingchen, and said with some embarrassment: "Mingchen, gift for the anniversary..." He lowered his head, "... ...I don't know if you like it or not, and I don't know what to give..."

Lu Mingchen paused as he started the car, only then did he realize what he meant by insisting on paying the money himself.

This scarf was worth five figures. Although it was the lowest unit price among the bunch of things they bought, if it was converted into the income of Song Shuhua's piano lessons, it would still be several months' salary.

Lu Mingchen took it, and immediately took it apart and wrapped it around his neck: "It's very good, very comfortable."

Hearing his words, the man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.