[Quick travel] The host is OOC again

The merchant's dining table is oval-shaped, and Shang Jue sits at the very front of the table. In front of him are several delicious dishes from different cuisines.

When Gu Zhu approached the restaurant, she could still see the chef pulling on the kitchen door and eagerly looking in Shang Jue's direction.

In order to let the young master eat a few more bites, he also broke his heart.

The young boy was dressed as a waiter and stood tall beside the boy.

He was very proud of his small chest.

He specially asked for this set of clothes from Mr. Jones. Life and work are in different states and should be treated with different attitudes.

The straight suit pants tightly wrapped his upturned little butt, and his slender waist slumped slightly with the master's movements.

Gu Zhu picked up the serving chopsticks from the porcelain plate at the side, and put a chopstick of celery into Shang Jue's bowl.

This action made Chef Li worried, his pupils shrank slightly, his lips trembled, and he muttered in a low voice: "It's over, it's over, it's over, the young master doesn't like celery the most."

Suddenly, he slapped his head: "No, he remembered that there was no celery in the ingredients delivered today?"

No longer paying attention to the situation in the restaurant, he turned directly into the kitchen and began to question the celery.

Shang Jue pursed his lips, staring at the emerald green celery stalks in the bowl, his hands holding the chopsticks did not move for a long time.

Gu Zhu tilted her head strangely, then seemed to feel something, and took another chopstick of celery.

Shang Jue: What if I don’t really want to eat...

He took a deep breath, raised his head to meet the boy's expectant eyes, somehow moved his chopsticks, picked up the celery in the bowl and took a bite.

The weird taste began to spread from the tip of the tongue, and the nausea suddenly surged up.

With a straight face, the boy began to chew stiffly.

"Gudong"

swallowed.

Shang Jue let out a breath, picked up the water glass next to him and took a big gulp to suppress the taste of celery in his mouth.

Gu Zhu pursed her lower lip, and a smile flashed in her eyes. It turned out that he didn't like eating celery, but seeing the other party's deflated appearance made her a little happy.

The young boy squinted his eyes and smiled very gently. The moment Shang Jue looked over, he held out his chopsticks towards the celery.

"Don't,"

Before he finished speaking, Shang Jue saw that the chopsticks that should have landed on the celery turned around and picked up a piece of greasy braised pork ribs.

Gu Zhu tilted her head, showing her white teeth, and smiled cutely: "Hey, if you don't like celery, don't force yourself to eat it."

After a while of silence, Shang Jue realized that he seemed to be being tricked, but he couldn't raise his temper at all in front of a certain boy's cute smile.

He hooked the corners of his lips, and stretched out his hand to grab the palm of the young boy's white tenderness.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound resounded, and Gu Zhu lay on Shang Jue's lap with her face down, buttocks slightly turned up, and the slap came with the wind of the palm.

Gu Zhu couldn't believe it!

The boy's eyes were wet and soft. He got up from the boy with a blushing face, sat down on the ground, and complained, "You hit me!"

"My grandfather never beat me!"

"You still, you still spank my... ass..."

Shang Jue raised his eyebrows, there was still a soft touch on his hand. Although this child is thin, the place that should be raised is still quite raised, and the hand feels very good.

The other party's eyes were particularly revealing, especially when they stopped somewhere.

Gu Zhu, he silently put his legs together.

So, what appeared in front of the boy was the young man with a blushing face, a section of white and tender neck with his head half down, his legs close together, his calves parallel, and he looked shy. (Sitting posture: refer to Miss Wu of Douluo Dalu.)

This pose shows his waist and hips more clearly.

Shang Jue blinked, suddenly felt the tip of his nose heat up, and something dripped down.

"Shang, Shang, you have a nosebleed..."

Gu Zhu raised her head and saw a stream of bright red slowly flowing down from Shang Jue's nostrils.

He hurriedly got up, picked up the napkin and slapped the boy in the face.

Shang Jue was taken aback when he heard the words, then waved away the boy's hand with a livid face, and covered the tip of his nose with a handkerchief, he lowered his eyes, a bit unable to accept his embarrassing appearance.

The most important thing is to lose face in front of Gu Zhu.

He pursed his lips, intending to forget what he saw.

But the more you don't think about it, the more the other party's posture is played back in your mind, and what's even worse is that certain scenes that have been forgotten emerge again.

The chair made harsh noises on the floor, Gu Zhu watched the boy get up in a daze, and walked upstairs past him.

What happened here?

Gu Zhu was puzzled, why didn't she even eat rice?

Looking at such a table of dishes, Gu Zhu frowned and bit her fingers, what a waste.

Chef Li came out of the kitchen and asked the working aunts to remove the tableware. He patted Gu Zhu on the shoulder and smiled friendlyly: "Kids, do you want to have dinner together?"

Gu Zhu nodded, and responded crisply: "Okay!"

He was born well, although his face was small and his eyes were big due to malnutrition, but he couldn't bear the sweetness of Gu Zhu's mouth, one mouthful of uncles and aunts, and the younger ones were called sisters, coaxing these people to smile, and they have a good impression of the boy is skyrocketing.

Chef Li drank some wine, he patted Gu Zhu's back with his thick and powerful arm, almost slapped him out of breath.

The hygienic aunt at the side glanced at Chef Li reproachfully, pulled Gu Zhu to sit beside her, and said to him, "Don't worry about Uncle Li, he's just like this when he drinks too much."

Gu Zhu nodded, of course he would not be angry because of such a trivial matter, Chef Li is a good person.

The aunt continued: "My surname is Zhao. You can call me Aunt Zhao. Our host is pretty good. He never scolds at will, nor deducts wages for no reason."

"As long as you keep yourself safe and don't make trouble, it depends on your relationship with the young master as classmates, and you won't be so bad in the future."

This Auntie Zhao has been working in the business for decades, and she is considered an old man. Apart from teaching Gu Zhu how to survive here, his words also have a beating heart.

After all, the merchant is rich and honored, and he is afraid that the child will have something he shouldn't have.

Gu Zhu nodded obediently: "I will work hard."

At seven o'clock in the evening, Gu Zhu finished her homework and went downstairs, planning to pour a glass of water for a drink, when she happened to run into Aunt Zhao who was bringing snacks to Shang Jue.

"Yo, Zhuzhu isn't asleep yet."

Seeing the cup in the young man's hand, she understood, "This is thirst."

Seeing the young boy in bear pajamas and his sweet baby, Aunt Zhao couldn't help but think of her grandson in junior high school. With gentle eyes, she stuffed the tray in her hand to Gu Zhu and said with a smile, "Zi Zhu, since you haven't slept yet , then Aunt Zhao, please ask you one thing."

Gu Zhu blinked and nodded.

Aunt Zhao said: "Young master doesn't eat much for dinner, I'm afraid I'm going to be hungry now, you can help Aunt Zhao get something to eat, ah."

Seeing the tray in her hand and Aunt Zhao's kind face, Gu Zhu pursed her lower lip: "Okay."

Aunt Zhao watched the boy walk up the steps and applauded herself.

It is definitely not wrong to have a good relationship with the young master.

Standing at the door of the room, Gu Zhu raised her hand and hesitated for a while, then knocked firmly.

"Student Shang, are you there?"

"knock knock"

"Student Shang!"

The door was suddenly opened and a gust of hot air rushed towards her face. Gu Zhu couldn't help squinting her eyes. After the water vapor dissipated, the target was a young and strong body.

!

!!!

Three exclamation points can't describe the astonishment of the young man.

Gu Zhu swallowed, and he glanced quickly from top to bottom, and couldn't help sighing, what a good figure.

The other party is also talented, and he can actually develop this kind of inverted triangle figure. The most important thing is that he can't see it at all on weekdays.

Could it be that undressing has flesh, and dressing looks thin?

Shang Jue squinted his eyes in displeasure, anyone would be angry if they were disturbed at the most critical moment.

He said in a bad tone, "what are you doing here?"

Gu Zhu lowered her head, revealing the hairpin: "Aunt Zhao said you might be hungry, let me deliver some snacks."

Shang Jue was silent for a moment, turned sideways, and said, "Come in."

The boy was wearing bear pajamas, and the tail at the tailbone twisted and twisted when he walked around. Shang Jue rubbed his fingers, he felt a little itchy.

Gu Zhu walked to the desk, put down the tray, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw that the pages of the book spread out on the desk were full of notes.

Looking at those complicated records, his head hurts a little.

This doesn't seem like knowledge that should be learned in high school?

Shang Jue closed the door, like a large carnivore, lowered his walking sound, slowed down his breathing, and walked behind the young man step by step, covering the young man under his own shadow.

Gu Zhu's seventh sense erupted violently, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and his whole body trembled.

Looking forward, his shadow was unreservedly shrouded by the boy's shadow, as if the two should merge into one.

The boy turned around sharply, bumping his head against the boy's bang bang hard chest muscles. When he separated, the tip of his nose seemed to rub against something soft.

Shang Jue's eyes were deep, he squinted his eyes, and looked at the blushing young man in front of him without saying a word.

Gu Zhu's waist leaned against the edge of the desk, and her body leaned back slightly, away from the body that made him feel suffocated.

It was only then that he realized what it was that he had touched.

Gu Zhu screamed silently in her head: Pink, pink... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

The temperature on his face was getting higher and higher, Gu Zhu could only feel the fire burning in his veins, he bit his bright red lips, trying to find a gap to escape from this suffocating place.

Shang Jue propped his hands on the edge of the table, vainly embracing the young man.

The friendly and shy teenager greeted him with a certain part that couldn't be ignored, and bared his teeth and claws to call for his existence.

Gu Zhu's face became more and more red, he was no longer an indifferent person, so he naturally knew what it was.

Shaking his legs, he tried his best to push away the boy who was getting closer, and the moment the other's lips almost touched his own, he collapsed to the ground.

Shang Jue grabbed the young man helplessly, and under the eyes of the other party who became more moist and soft, slowly stood up straight, raised his hands and shrugged his shoulders to express his surrender.

"Okay, okay, I won't bully you anymore."

Gu Zhu didn't see the gloomy look in the boy's eyes when he lowered his head to straighten his clothes.

After he looked up, he changed into that cynical look again.

Gu Zhu tugged at the hem of her clothes, and seeing Shang Jue's wet hair, she couldn't help but pouted: "You have to dry your hair, or you'll get a migraine."