[The Pretender Lou Cheng] Non-public Notes

"Why is Brother Ah Cheng cooking today?" Mingtai came back after washing his hands, staring at the dining table, rubbing his hands and sitting down opposite Minglou, picked up his chopsticks and began to sweep, mumbling in his mouth He said, "Ah Xiang must have overcooked the rice again."

"Young master!" Ah Xiang said angrily, lowered her head and defended in a low voice, "I want to try to make a northern pot-packed meat..."

"Pot-wrapped meat?" Mingtai recalled. He had eaten this dish once. It tasted sweet and sour, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. to eat.Mingtai narrowed his eyes, and bent a big smile, "Brother Ah Cheng, I also want to eat pot-packed meat."

"What else do you want to eat!" Minglou stared at Mingtai, thinking, this kid just snatched his own braised lion's head, and then pestered Ah Cheng to make him a pot of meat in a blink of an eye.Pot meat!snort!I haven't eaten the pot-packed meat made by Ah Cheng yet!

Mingtai pouted and lowered his head, muttering dissatisfiedly while grilling the rice, "Brother Ah Cheng hasn't said anything yet, why are you so fierce, hum~"

Mingcheng really doesn't know how to cook pot-packed meat, but cooking has never been difficult for him. He thought for a while and said, "I've never done pot-packed meat, let me study it."

"Yeah!" Mingtai cheered and clapped his hands, almost jumping up from his chair, he looked at Minglou and twisted his body proudly, causing Minglou to slap him.

"You, you're just too used to him." Minglou turned his head and said to Mingcheng with some complaints.

Mingcheng thought to himself, if you want to say who can get used to Mingtai the most, it's you and the elder sister.He pouted, but remained silent.

After dinner, Ah Xiang was cleaning in the kitchen, Mingtai was ordered by Minglou to go back to his room to write papers, and Mingcheng followed Minglou into the study.

"Tomorrow morning, I will go to find Yoko Nantian." Mingcheng sat down on the sofa, picked up the apples in the fruit plate and started peeling, one apple peeled and fell, thin and even.

"Nantian must not be in a hurry anymore. The deadline she gave you should be Thursday." Minglou took out a book from the shelf, sat down beside Mingcheng to read it, and said leisurely, "Everything is ready now. We just have to wait for Mingtai to become a shareholder.”

Mingcheng snorted, "What's the east wind in Mingtai? It's more like a tornado."

"Hey! You kid..." Minglou turned around and was about to teach him a lesson when he was gagged by an apple.

Mingcheng wiped his hands, took a few toothpicks and stuck them on the sliced ​​apples, and passed the clear glass fruit plate in front of Minglou, squinting his eyes and smiling, "Eat some fruit, brother, reduce the fire."

Minglou glared at him, but still picked up a toothpick. The apple was crisp and delicious, sweet and juicy. Minglou nodded, "Mm, it's quite sweet."

Mingcheng went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and when he came back, he also picked up a book and sat on the other end of the sofa to read.Perhaps because of the strict military training he received, Mingcheng maintained an upright sitting posture even in the bedroom where only he and Minglou were present. He unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, revealing his delicate clavicle.

Minglou was more casual than Mingcheng. He leaned on the armrest of the sofa, crossed his legs, and held a book of "History of the Peloponnesian War" in his hand. He glanced up at Mingcheng occasionally, and couldn't help it. Curl the corners of the lips slightly.

Mingcheng devoted himself wholeheartedly to the world of the book, but he couldn't hold back Minglou's eyes that drifted over from time to time. He raised his head, shook the book in his hand, and asked, "Brother, do you want to read my book?"

It was only then that Minglou noticed the book Mingcheng was reading. He pushed down his gold-framed glasses, squinted slightly to recognize the name on the cover, "The Grapes of Wrath..."Grapes of Wrath*?"

"Well, it's the work of modern American novelist John Steinbeck. It tells the story of a large number of farmers going bankrupt and fleeing famine during the economic panic in the 30s." Mingcheng reached out and handed the book to Minglou, "I think it's very well written. Maybe it will win an award.”

Minglou didn't take the book, he tilted his head, looked over Mingcheng's body from bottom to top, and said, "Compared to "The Grapes of Wrath", I would rather read the book in front of me. .”

Mingcheng withdrew his hand, turned around and deliberately did not look at Minglou, and said with a smile, "I'm not the big brother's bedside reading material."

Ming Lou looked at him with raised eyebrows, and heard him continue, "Why... can I be regarded as the big brother's pillow."

Minglou let out a long ending "Oh", he put down the book in his hand, lay the pillow on Mingcheng's lap, and said with a smile, "Then this pillow really suits my liking."

With Minglou making such a fuss, how could Mingcheng still read the book? He bowed his body and lowered his head to kiss the soft lips that had been swaying in front of his eyes, and walked downstream with his left hand to untie Minglou's belt.

Minglou closed his eyes, enjoying the teasing of Mingcheng's cool fingers, his lust gradually surged, and his body began to feel hot.Ming Lou grasped the thin wrist that teased him and wanted to make him orgasm, lifted his trousers, and pulled him to the nearest desk.He pushed Mingcheng to sit on the desk, reached out and took out a small bottle of lubricating fluid under the documents in the middle drawer on the right.

Mingcheng didn't expect Minglou to prepare a bottle here, as if he had discovered some unknown secret of Minglou, he glanced at Minglou with a smirk.

Minglou seemed to ignore him, but just untied his belt neatly, reached in and pinched his buttocks hard.

Mingcheng grinned in pain, and reflexively moved forward to hide. He stood up, just in time for Minglou to take off his pants.

Minglou rubbed Mingcheng's buttocks that were pinched red by himself, and let him get out of the trousers that fell on the ground, and sat on his lap.

Mingcheng's back was pressed against the desk, he spread his legs to face Minglou, and stroked Minglou's avatar nimbly with both hands.

"Brother!" The knock on the door was accompanied by a shout, and one could tell it was Mingtai.

Mingcheng was startled, it was too late to put on his clothes at this time, he almost didn't have time to think about anything, so he pushed open Minglou and hid under the desk.

Ming Lou used the height of the desk to block himself, and asked in a bad tone, "What's the matter?"

Mingtai pushed open a crack in the door and poked his head in. He didn't know why he made his elder brother angry again, maybe it was because of the braised lion head just now.mean!Mingtai secretly spat in his heart, but still had a flattering smile on his face, "Where's Brother Ah Cheng?"

"I didn't see it, let's go out." Minglou replied with a cold face.

Don't you know where Ah Cheng is going?Mingtai was almost dumbfounded. Just as he was about to say something, he noticed something messy on Minglou's desk. This is not the style of big brother or brother Ah Cheng.Although Mingtai didn't know exactly what happened, but his intuition told him that it must be unusual, "That's all right." Mingtai quickly closed the door and slipped away.

Hearing the door close with a "bang", Minglou and Mingcheng breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

A fine layer of sweat dripped from Mingcheng's forehead. He sat on the ground feeling limp, but Minglou pulled him out, "Get up quickly, the ground is cold."

Minglou held Mingcheng in his arms, but both of them lost interest after being disturbed by Mingtai.He took out the handkerchief in his breast pocket and wiped off Mingcheng's sweat. Mingcheng looked down at him slightly, and the two couldn't help but looked at each other and laughed softly.

Mingcheng rested his head on Minglou's neck, and let out a long breath, "Ah, I really don't want to move anymore."

"Then I'll carry you to bed?" Ming Lou narrowed his eyes and asked maliciously.

Mingcheng smiled and pushed Minglou to stand up by himself. Given his height, it would be very strange for him to be hugged by Minglou.He is no longer a child, but Minglou always teases him like he did when he was a child.At that time, Mingcheng basically didn't speak, so Minglou could only think of ways to tease him to speak.

"It's a pity, I really want to do it here once." Ming Lou shrugged his shoulders, as if he was really disappointed.

Mingcheng bent down to pick up the trousers on the ground and was about to put them on, but was pulled back to sit on his lap by Minglou.He opened his fingers, and the pants fell to the ground, and then Minglou pulled his hand to hold his own stem.

"It's rare that Eldest Sister and Aunt Gui are not here today." Ming Lou said softly.

Mingcheng pursed his lips and laughed, feeling the thing he was holding in his hand was gradually stiffening and swelling. He slowly slid down from Minglou's lap, knelt between his legs, and opened his mouth to suck it in. .

* "The Grapes of Wrath" was published in 1939 and won the Pulitzer Prize for Literature in 1940.