you are my uncle

It's a pity that he couldn't sleep, his eyes were closed, his mind was full of the bad things these days, he was a little homesick, he wanted Xinxin to make trouble around him, he wanted Auntie Du's cooking, and his father sat silently in front of him. Eat together at the table.During that time, it was considered a gift to him.

His body was exhausted, but his mind was sober. He didn't know how long he had been thinking about it. He heard the sound of a key opening the door, and Liu Jiming came back.

He didn't open his eyes, and kept the posture just now without moving.

After a while, the door of the room opened gently, and footsteps walked towards the bed lightly and slowly, and then stopped beside him.

Liu Jiming didn't go to bed, he seemed to stand still, right in front of him.He felt a cold hand gently touch his face, and his eyelashes couldn't help shaking because of the temperature of that hand.The hand was quickly withdrawn.

The person standing in front of the bed didn't move for a long time. After an unknown period of time, he heard a slight sigh from above his head, and then someone reached out to straighten the quilt on him, pulling it higher towards his chest, and then the sound of footsteps left.

Zhaoming slowly opened his eyes, saw Liu Jiming's back coming out of the door through the dim light outside the door, and then gently closed the door.

Ah really, why did you suddenly put on a gentle look, don't you hate me the most?Didn't you refuse to look at me straight for three years?It's ridiculous that you still use 3000 million yuan to support me now. It's another three years, Liu Jiming, you bastard.It's just that I don't know if I can live through these three years.Looking at Liu Jiming's closed door, Zhaoming felt his nose a little sore.

Not long after, the door was gently opened again, and Zhaoming closed his eyes, pretending to be sound asleep.Liu Jiming walked over lightly and got on the bed carefully, Zhaoming heard the rustling sound of the quilt being lifted from beside him.

Then a warm body came close to him, Zhaoming was sleeping on his side, facing out of the bed at this time, so Liu Jiming could not see his face.

A big warm hand gently hugged him, as if afraid of disturbing him, and gently placed it on his side waist.

"Good night." He heard Liu Jiming say this softly, and there was no further movement.

Zhaoming felt the hand on his waist, Liu Jiming was hugging him, hugging him to sleep, really, the things that he used to dare not even dream about, now feel sad, even a little There is no joy.

Zhaoming also fell asleep, and he had a dream, dreaming that he was making a birthday cake for Liu Jiming three years ago, his face was full of sweetness and anticipation, and he smiled like a fool.He was like a bystander, watching this self so busy that he wanted to strangle this idiot-like self in his dream.

The next day Zhaoming woke up early again. He opened his eyes and found himself lying on Liu Jiming's chest, and Liu Jiming was fast asleep with his arms around him.

He froze for a second, then quickly regained his composure, moved his head from Liu Jiming's chest, and stretched out his hand to push Liu Jiming's arm around his waist. Ming's hand was even stronger.

It couldn't be moved, Zhaoming increased his strength, but still couldn't move it, finally he was discouraged, took a deep breath, and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

Half an hour later, Liu Jiming finally moved. He slowly opened his eyes, and his arm around Zhaoming loosened.

"Are you awake?" Zhao Ming turned his head and asked.

Liu Jiming was still in a daze, that's right, this man got up very angry, and he didn't know how long he would be in a daze.Zhaoming thought in his heart.

"Let go." Zhaoming pushed Liu Jiming's hand, and Liu Jiming obediently let go of it this time.

Zhaoming got up, brushed his hair, straightened his clothes, and went out of the room without looking at Liu Jiming again.

After brushing his teeth and washing his hands, Zhaoming went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. The refrigerator was empty, only a few bottles of mineral water.Zhaoming pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, he didn't expect Liu Jiming to be more "virtuous".

He went to the room again, opened the door, Liu Jiming was changing clothes, his pants were half worn, Zhao Ming was a little embarrassed, he didn't know whether to turn back or move on.After thinking about it, Liu Jiming had seen him naked so many times, but he hadn't seen him once, which was a bit of a disadvantage, so he stopped generously and looked at Liu Jiming's half-clothed clothes. The pants are finished.

Liu Jiming is in good shape, with long legs and some muscles. Yes, he is not in good shape and couldn't carry him on his shoulders last night. Zhaoming sneered and put his eyes on Liu Jiming without hesitation. On the leg, just as he was thinking wildly, Liu Jiming had already put on his pants, and looked at him strangely, as if he was asking something.

Sure enough, he was still as reticent as ever, and he had always been like this to him.Zhao Ming said knowingly: "Give me some money."

Liu Jiming was stunned, "How much do you still owe?"

"...It's not owed. I'm going to buy vegetables, and one hundred is enough." Zhao Ming was confident, and anyway, he cooked the dishes for Liu Jiming to eat with him.

Liu Jiming reached out and opened the drawer of the table in front of the bed, randomly took out a few pieces of money from it, walked over and handed it to Zhao Ming, "I will use the money to get it from the drawer myself."

Zhao Ming took the money and said with a smile, "Okay, thank you boss."

"Don't call me boss again." Liu Jiming said with some displeasure.

"Then what do you want me to call you boss?" Zhao Ming asked with a smile.

Liu Jiming's face turned ugly again, "Just call me by my name."

Zhao Ming was stunned for a moment, since Ming...?It seems that he hasn't been called by this name in three years, because he always follows Liu Jiming, and he doesn't even need to call him by his name. Similarly, Liu Jiming never called him by his name, because Liu Jiming doesn't bother to He, there is nothing to call him.There were also the few "Liu Jiming" that I occasionally called out by name and surname when I quarreled with Liu Jiming yesterday and some time ago.

Calling him by the name of Jiming without a surname is too intimate, and he can't say it out.

"What's the matter? Seeing him in a daze, Liu Jiming asked aloud.

"It's okay, are you staying at home today? Or are you going out?" Zhao Ming withdrew his thoughts.

"I'm going to work later." Liu Jiming said.

"Then I'll go buy breakfast. I wanted to cook, but it's probably too late." Zhao Ming smiled and put the money into his pocket.

"It's okay, I'll wait until you finish cooking before going to work." Liu Jiming said indifferently.

"Is it so casual..." Zhao Ming twitched the corner of his mouth.

Liu Jiming ignored him, turned around and left the room.

Zhaoming changed his shoes at the door, thought for a while, then turned around and came in and said to Liu Jiming who was brushing his teeth in the toilet: "I'm going to buy vegetables."

Liu Jiming looked at him with foam in his mouth, and gave a vague "hmm".

After Zhaoming left, Liu Jiming finished brushing his teeth, picked up his cell phone and made a call, "I'll be there later today."

"But boss, there are a lot of projects that you need to take over recently. Fengyang Company is waiting for your reply. They have been urging you since yesterday, and you urgently withdrew 3000 million of funds yesterday. This is very important to the company. Saying that the blow is big, we should seize these opportunities more..."

"Don't you understand what I'm saying?" Liu Jiming interrupted the secretary's endless lecture, "When is it your turn to teach me?"

The secretary fell silent, "I'm sorry boss..."

"That's it. If you have an urgent project, you should hand it over to Manager Meng first, and then call me when you have something serious." Liu Jiming said coldly and hung up the phone.

After Zhaoming went out, he realized that he was not familiar with this area at all. He scratched his head irritably, took out his mobile phone and started to navigate, and found the nearest shopping mall.

His dad called many times. He looked at his dad's missed calls, and after thinking about it, he sent a message back to his dad. Not going back."

Zhaoming quickly bought a bunch of vegetables and meat, and returned to Liu Jiming's house. He thought that Liu Jiming still had to work, so he didn't stay too long in the mall.

Zhaoming didn't have a key, so he knocked on the door with a bunch of vegetables and meat. Liu Jiming quickly came over and opened the door, and threw him a key, "the key to the gate." Then he took the vegetables in his hand and meat.

Zhaoming took the key, and there was a small ornament of Doraemon hanging on the key. Zhaoming looked at the ornament for a long time, but still couldn't help laughing.

"It was given by someone else." Liu Jiming seemed to know what he was thinking, and took the initiative to explain.

"Girl? Good old friend?" Zhao Ming asked a little sourly.

Liu Jiming hesitated for a while, "Xiao Mo."

Zhaoming's smile froze for a second, and then he continued to laugh at himself, "Then I can't take it away, take the key, and return this gadget to you." Zhaoming took off Doraemon and handed it to Liu Ji bright.

Liu Jiming seemed a little helpless, he casually grabbed that Doraemon and threw it on the coffee table, "Are you still cooking?"

"Do it, after all you have been charged so much money, you have to do your best, and I will repay you like a cow and a horse, won't you?" Zhaoming put the key in his pocket, and took the dishes in Liu Jiming's hand into the kitchen.

Zhaoming cooks very quickly, within half an hour, he has already fried three vegetables and one meat, and is cooking the last seaweed soup.

He put the dishes on the table, served Liu Jiming with food, like a nanny, he arranged the table thoughtfully, and even pulled the tablecloth neatly.

He went to the door of the study room, knocked on the door, "I... have eaten." Zhaoming originally wanted to call the boss, but thinking of what Liu Jiming said in the morning, he held back.

"Okay." Liu Jiming's voice was mixed with the crackling sound of typing on the keyboard.

Zhaoming went back to the kitchen, turned off the fire, and filled up the last seaweed soup.

Going out again, Liu Jiming was already sitting at the dining table, holding a laptop, typing something seriously.

Seeing him coming out, Liu Jiming closed the computer, put the computer aside, and watched him bring the last soup to the table.

"Let's eat." Zhaoming also sat down and picked up the bowl and chopsticks.