The president seems to like me

After Jiang Lu finished this morning tea, he was full of energy. Although he encountered something that made him feel down, it didn't affect his mood of dating Uncle Cheng at all.

After morning tea, he wanted something sweet and cold.

When he arrived at the dessert shop upstairs in the shopping mall, Jiang Lu looked at the menu in front of him, then turned his head and said to Cheng Jianglin, "I want to eat mango milk."

Cheng Jianglin nodded: "Well, don't hold back."

Jiang Lu said: "I can eat it."

Two men, one handsome and one handsome.

The clerk couldn't help looking at them.

"Don't your lord buy one?"

Jiang Lu: "?"

The clerk smiled and said, "Our milk is not too sweet, it is suitable for both adults and children."

Jiang Lu: "?!"

What a look!

What adults and children.

Jiang Lu said angrily, "He's my...my friend."

The clerk made an apologetic expression: "I'm sorry."

After Jiang Lu finished ordering, he asked him, "Don't you want it?"

Cheng Jianglin took out his mobile phone to scan the QR code to pay the bill: "No need."

He took the receipt from the clerk, took it aside and waited.

The phone screen was still on, and it showed that 18 yuan had been successfully paid.

Jiang Lu was stunned for a moment, then realized: "I'll transfer the money to you."

Cheng Jianglin glanced at him: "Turn around."

It's pretty clear.

Yes, good morals.

Jiang Lu finished the ice cream in two bites, and they finally went to the supermarket for a walk.

Jiang Lu didn't finish shopping last time, such as A4 paper or something.

Uncle Cheng also bought something this time.

Raw steak.

And butter.

Jiang Lu immediately put on a glowing look of admiration: "You can cook."

Just as Cheng Jianglin hummed, Jiang Lu said, "I will too."

Cheng Jianglin raised his eyebrows: "Tell me."

Jiang Lu shared his few skills: "Instant noodles with ham sausage and an egg, seafood-flavored instant noodles with milk, the taste is amazing."

Cheng Jianglin was at a loss for words, so he hummed subtly, reluctantly agreeing with his approach.

Jiang Lu chased him and asked, "Do you want to eat?"

Cheng Jianglin said, "There will be opportunities in the future."

"How long is it?"

"When you're free."

"Are you free now?"

Cheng Jianglin said: "I'm not free, I'm here with you."

This time it was Jiang Lu's turn to be speechless.

What an old man, not old at all!

Jiang Lu felt that he was quite pure compared to him.

Definitely is.

When Jiang Lu thought of this sentence in his heart, the tips of his ears began to burn.

Before leaving, Jiang Lu took a few extra packs of instant noodles.

Cheng Jianglin put back a bag for him.

"Try noodles."

"no taste."

"Put salt in."

Jiang Lu pouted.

"Salt doesn't taste good."

"Then make your own seasoning."

Jiang Lu said, "I won't."

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Lu felt that he seemed a little...pretentious, and just wanted to explain.

Cheng Jianglin smiled and said, "I won't look for me, I'll teach you."

After paying the bill, Jiang Lu had more things and Cheng Jianglin had less, so they paid together. After getting the receipt, Cheng Jianglin said, "I'll transfer it to you."

Jiang Lu wanted to say no, but when he thought about the milk ice cream just now.

"alright."

They stayed here from morning to night, walked from the first floor of the shopping mall to the fourth floor, and then took the elevator out to the pedestrian street outside.

It is very comfortable to get along with him, and the brain is always in a relaxed state.

Occasionally chatting and laughing, occasionally teasing.

The breeze is not dry, and the sun is just right.

On the side of the pedestrian street, there are more people at night.

Small vendors also began to branch out.

Plastic toys with flashing lights, various colorful hydrogen balloons, fragrant barbecue and all kinds of delicious snacks, and people coming and going on the streets constitute the unique scenery of the night market.

They were standing on the railing beside the bridge, with a river behind them.

At this time, a young lady came up suddenly, and the content of the conversation was nothing more than that the young lady wanted to add Cheng Jianglin's WeChat, but Cheng Jianglin refused.

After the person left, Jiang Lu suddenly asked him: "When you were studying, there must have been many people chasing you."

Speaking of this, Cheng Jianglin frowned slightly: "You talk a lot, how much do you mean?"

Is this even specific to numbers?

Jiang Lu thought about it seriously: "About a dozen or twenty."

Cheng Jianglin: "That's not true."

Jiang Lu's throat tightened suddenly, and he asked casually, "Didn't we talk about it before?"

After asking, Jiang Lu found himself a little nervous, and his fingers were still pulling on the guardrail.

I was so nervous that I started to be cautious, and my eyes were focused, as if I was doing a difficult high-level math problem.

Cheng Jianglin looked at him, seeing all his nervousness in his eyes.

Cheng Jianglin told the truth: "I think about scholarship when I study, I miss my family, and I don't think about anything else."

That is, we haven't talked about it.

Jiang Lu breathed a sigh of relief.

"What now."

Cheng Jianglin said, "Think about the future."

The surface of the river is sparkling, illuminated by the lights by the bridge, glowing with light.

Jiang Lu lay on the guardrail beside the bridge, looking at him.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

He reached out and tugged at Cheng Jianglin's sleeve, "Well, I want to eat...egg pancakes."

Jiang Lu's nose moved: "It smelled so good when I passed by just now."

Cheng Jianglin asked him, "Who will pay this time?"

Jiang Lu stretched out two index fingers, and then put them together: "AA."

I don't want to tell the difference.

Why do we have to distinguish clearly.

Make it clear what else is called a date.

Jiang Lu didn't care.

Originally, the young man could stay home after eleven o'clock, but Jiang Lu considered that Cheng Jianglin would send him back first, and then go back by himself, the journey in between.

Jiang Lu is still very considerate.

"Let's go."

Cheng Jianglin glanced at his watch: "07:30?"

That look filled with "Are you sure?"

Jiang Lu said, "I might have to work overtime tomorrow."

Cheng Jianglin said subtly, "Really?"

Tomorrow is Sunday.

Jiang Lu said nonsense: "The leader of my company likes to work overtime. I didn't complain this time, I was just telling the truth."

"Oh, I see."

Jiang Lu glanced at him, and suddenly felt that Uncle Cheng must be numb to such things as working overtime, because he was working when he chatted several times at night.

Still stopping at the door of the broken community as always, Jiang Lu remembered the place where Cheng Jianglin lived, and compared it, the place he lived was called a slum.

Cheng Jianglin got out of the car and opened the door for him. After Jiang Lu took two steps, he stopped, turned and walked back.

Cheng Jianglin asked, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Lu hesitated and asked: "I've wanted to ask for a long time, do you know which floor my house is on?"

Every time Jiang Lu looked down from the window, he always felt that Cheng Jianglin was confirming whether he had arrived home, but in fact he never said which floor he was on.

Cheng Jianglin closed the car door softly: "The first time you rely on your feeling, the second time you will know. After all, your dressing style is still easy to recognize."

Cheng Jianglin said softly: "Okay, let's go back quickly."

"Well, then I'm leaving."

Jiang Lu took two steps, then turned around and waved to him.

When Jiang Lu went upstairs, he was still thinking that he saw his clothes drying on the balcony.

The balcony of the rental house is too narrow, and can only accommodate one person. Jiang Lu doesn't like to stand there except to dry clothes, and prefers to stand by the window to watch the scenery outside.

After Jiang Lu returned home, it was rare for him to take the initiative to go to the balcony for the first time, looking up at the row of clothes.

Shirt and slacks, shorts T-shirt, a pair of socks...everything, right, normal...shit.

A pair of underpants printed with a bear □□ was floating on the hanger in the wind, and he was smiling happily.

The author has something to say:

Jiang Lu: Have you seen it all? !

Cheng Jianglin: I'm not blind.