Congenital deficiency

"Come on, friends, try the pudding I made!" Howard came out of the back kitchen in a hurry with a plate, followed by several people, each with a plate full of pudding.

The rich and sweet milky fragrance instantly filled the room.

Just as Hong Lingyu glanced curiously, Hong Zhuo took the opportunity to hold his hand on his lap and asked in a low voice, "Want to eat? I'll get it for you."

His palm was hotter than the wall fire next to him, Hong Lingyu looked down at his slender and strong fingers, struggled lightly, and nodded.

Hong Zhuo let him go, turned around to get a pudding, but Howard grabbed him: "Is Zhang not feeling well? I see he has been sitting there."

Hong Zhuo shook his head, and picked up the burnt pudding on his face: "No, he's fine. Thank you for your concern, I'm afraid of freezing him."

Howard was taken aback by his stern expression: "Shall I ask them to turn up the heat?"

"No need. I'm afraid of heating him if I drive too high."

Howard really looked at him with a troubled expression on his face.

Hongzhuo continued with a cold face: "You don't have a lover, so you don't understand this kind of mood." After speaking, he turned and left.

Leaving Howard in place, his angry face was almost distorted, wishing he could directly smear the extra cooking materials in the kitchen on his face.

Holding the pudding and walking up to Hong Lingyu, Hong Zhuo handed him the delicate spoon: "Taste it."

Hong Lingyu took it, knocked off the crunchy sugar baked on top of the pudding with a spoon, handed it to his mouth together with the pudding, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

He used to have no preference for food, and his appetite was not very heavy, probably because he was not in the mood before.Now the mentality is different, and if I try these again, it will be completely different from the previous feelings.

The caramel is crispy, and the pudding is sweet and slippery. When you bite down, you can hear the sound of the sugar layer breaking.

It seems that a lot of things were missed before.

Hong Lingyu ate one bite after another, eating very slowly and quietly, but the expression on his face was not hard to see satisfaction.

Hongzhuo looked at it, feeling sore and astringent in his heart.

The astringent one is that just a small serving of pudding can satisfy him so much, and the sour one...

It was much sour.

Why does the food made by Howard make Hong Lingyu so happy?Hongzhuo suddenly became deeply dissatisfied with Howard.But the dissatisfaction only lingered in his chest for a week before it turned into a silent sigh.

In the past period of time, in order to take care of Hong Lingyu, he did not cook less. The other party was not picky, and would always finish eating quietly, but never expressed any opinions.

It's only been half a year.

In the past ten years, how many times has he missed the soup, noodles, fried vegetables, and pastries that Hong Lingyu cooked with his own hands?

As long as I think about this, the sourness in my heart will hinder my breathing.

Hong Zhuo exhaled lightly, raised his hand to greet the waiter, and ordered a glass of champagne.

The pudding made by Howard is actually sweet enough to not make people feel too greasy, but the taste of Hong Lingyu is rather light. After eating a whole serving, I drank a large glass of water.

"Is it delicious? How do you feel?" Howard walked over from there and sat down diagonally opposite Hong Lingyu.

Hong Lingyu looked at the shape of his mouth, nodded, and smiled back: "It's delicious, you are very talented."

After receiving his unstinting praise, Howard threw away all the emotions of being angry with Hong Zhuo just now, and couldn't help sitting up straight. He glanced at Hong Zhuo from the corner of his eye, hiding a bit of disdain and contempt inside.

"Tell me what you want to eat next time, and I'll make it for you. Oh, by the way, can I leave your contact information?" Howard took out his phone.

Hong Lingyu was stunned for a moment, and then reported her social platform ID.

After Howard added him, seeing Hong Zhuo's darkened face, he really felt happy in his heart, so he went even further: "Next time you want to come to England to play, you don't have to be with Hong Zhuo, just send me a message, I will If you are not free, I will send someone to receive you."

Hong Lingyu slanted his eyes, saw the eyes of Hong Zhuo, and nodded with a smile.

Howard is very good at enlivening the atmosphere, and he doesn't need Hong Lingyu to answer his words. He said a lot of interesting things on his own, and made Hong Lingyu laugh twice. The atmosphere is very harmonious.

After the chat came to an end, Howard put down the goblet in his hand and asked him suddenly: "I heard that you have seen a psychiatrist before, are you feeling better now?"

His eyes were full of sincerity and sincerity, he didn't look at Hong Zhuo again, but only looked at Hong Lingyu attentively and politely.

Hong Lingyu could easily see that he was genuinely caring, and that's why he asked this question.

Maybe after laying the groundwork for so long, I was waiting to ask this question at the right time.

Feeling a little warm in her heart, Hong Lingyu nodded: "It should be much better."

Howard then nodded in relief, and Hongzhuo's hand holding the cup's foot finally loosened a little, and the topic was dropped.

Seeing that the atmosphere on their side was harmonious, and Hong Lingyu seemed to be in a relaxed mood, the number of people around gradually increased. They didn't know whether it was an appointment or what, they asked for Hong Lingyu's contact information, and they all asked for Hong Lingyu's contact information in front of them. Hong Zhuo said to Hong Lingyu that next time he wants to come to Europe, Canada or the United States, he can contact them directly and don't care about Hong Zhuo.

Hong Zhuo was inexplicably targeted, and wished he could just put him in his arms and leave. When he finally saw Hong Lingyu's warm smile, he put all the sourness behind him, and sat on the spot without complaint, letting everyone make fun of him.

When the atmosphere was just right, a lady half-jokingly asked: "When are you planning to hold the wedding? While my son is so cute, I still want him to be a flower girl."

The lady stood back, Hong Lingyu didn't see the shape of his mouth, but noticed that the people around him suddenly laughed.

Hong Zhuo leaned close to his ear and whispered something.

With a bang, Hong Lingyu turned red from the back of her neck to her ears.

Seeing this, everyone laughed even louder.

This lively party didn't end until after ten o'clock in the evening.

Hong Zhuo and Hong Lingyu walked to the door and waited for the driver to drive up the car. The temperature outside was very low at this point. Hong Lingyu stuffed his hand into the purse of his coat, but Hong Zhuo stretched out his hand and held it in his palm. The temperature was still the same as before. As hot as the hearth.

This time, Hong Lingyu did not struggle.

Hong Zhuo looked at the slight smile on his lips, and his heart softened: "Are you happy?"

The back of Hong Lingyu's hand was gently stroked by Hong Zhuo's thumb. Although the touch was a little rough, the strength was full of gentleness, and it would not make people feel slighted.

Whether it was sharing the same bed when she was sick last time, being held in the palm of her hand like this, or being kissed on the forehead when she was flustered... Except for this person in front of her, Hong Lingyu has never had such a relationship with anyone Intimate contact, whether as a lover or a relative.

This used to be the most elusive thing for him.

"Happy." Hong Lingyu nodded lightly.

The honesty makes it hard to want to give him more.

Hong Zhuo didn't suppress the impulse in his heart, he raised his hand to take him into his arms, and hugged him tightly.It's just that he was obviously not as honest as Hong Lingyu, so he added a sentence to cover up: "It's so warm."

When the words fell to the ground, Hong Zhuo heard his low laugh, brisk and reserved.

His young and thin body was firmly locked in his arms, probably because he was in a good mood. Not only did the other party not struggle, but as if to comfort him, he raised an arm and put it lightly around his waist, holding him weakly. with.

The chests are close together, intimate, the heartbeat of the other party is beating in your chest.

"Thank you..." Hongzhuo had never felt so satisfied and heartbroken at that moment, he just closed his eyes and waited for the climax to fade away silently, and it turned into a satisfied sigh from the bottom of his heart and lips.

He once begged Hong Lingyu for a chance to make up for him on the night of his birthday.At that time, Hong Lingyu's heart was firm, she had made up her mind to go, she didn't express it clearly, and her actions showed rejection everywhere.

But the other party was clearly so soft-hearted. During the period of time when he took care of him personally after the operation, he could tell that the other party was not loose.

Until the accident happened in France last time, he found the person himself.

The other party put all the struggles and doubts in the bottom of his heart, so that people couldn't see it, only a softened attitude, which was too obvious.

Hongzhuo understood the reason.During the period when he thought that Hong Lingyu had passed away, he had read all the diaries he left behind. The diary contained trivial and subtle things. beginning.

After the age of six, this beginning gradually disappeared until it could no longer be seen, and it became "I have returned to Hongzhai".

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