Congenital deficiency

Early the next morning, when Hong Lingyu went downstairs, Hong Xiaxuan and Hong Zhuo were already sitting at the dining table, discussing something, and Hong Lingyu vaguely heard words such as "editor-in-chief" and "book number".

Seeing Hong Lingyu approaching, Hong Zhuo opened the seat and asked him to sit down: "How are you resting?"

"pretty good."

This is a routine greeting every day.

"I discussed with Xia Xuan, and I selected a few publishing houses for you, all of which are listed here." Hong Zhuo pushed the tablet towards him.

Hong Lingyu glanced at it, and quickly chose: "Let's just go to this one."

He chose quickly, but Hong Zhuo was not surprised. He took the tablet back, took the milk from Zhou Tingyu, and put it in front of Hong Lingyu: "This publishing house is also the most suitable one for me, but it is with you." Want to go together."

Hong Lingyu smiled slightly, took a sip of milk, raised her eyes slightly, and found that Hong Xiaxuan's expression on the opposite side was a little serious.

"Xia Xuan, what's wrong with you? Have you encountered any trouble?"

Hong Xiaxuan came back to his senses and shook his head: "No. I told my father that I will start going to the company today...I'm thinking about this."

Hong Lingyu nodded without doubting him.This is undoubtedly a good thing for Hong Xiaxuan, the Hong family will definitely be his successor in the future, and he can learn from Hong Zhuo's subordinates earlier so that he can get on the right track sooner.

"By the way, brother, I have already applied for the ISBN for you, and it should come down in a few days."

Hong Lingyu didn't expect it to be so fast, she looked a little surprised, and finally smiled and said thank you to him.

"Why are you being polite..." Hong Xiaxuan muttered, and poked the bread on the plate halfway in depression, "Why are you being polite to me."

During the period of waiting for the book number, Hong Lingyu locked herself in the room again, and organized the translated manuscripts again.After all, it was the first book he translated, so he wanted to be as cautious and rigorous as possible.

The person who was buried in the room checking the manuscript had three meals a day directly in front of the desk. In the first few days, Hong Zhuo was afraid that he would be tired, so he always found a reason to come in from time to time, sometimes to deliver water, sometimes dessert, sometimes It's food delivery.After he came in, he didn't bother him, put down his things, sat on the edge of the sofa and watched for a while, then left quietly.

Sometimes Hong Lingyu raised her head and met his focused gaze from afar from the sofa, and occasionally felt a momentary sense of going back in time in her heart.

It's just that the positions are reversed now, the person behind the desk is him who has grown up, and the person waiting quietly has become Hong Zhuo.

Hong Lingyu checked the progress of half of the whole book, and then let go of the burden in her heart, stood up and breathed a sigh of relief, went to the balcony and sat for a while.

The door was quietly pushed open just after the sun was out for a long time. Zhou Tingyu leaned in from behind the door and saw that the desk was empty, he was taken aback for a moment.

"Come in." Hong Lingyu said, and asked casually, "Where's Hong Zhuo?"

After asking, she realized what she was asking, Hong Lingyu lowered her head and stared at the food, trying to cover up.

Zhou Tingyu put on a blank face, and waited for Hong Lingyu to look up to tell him the whereabouts of the Patriarch, but Hong Lingyu just kept his head down and didn't look at her.So Zhou Tingyu took the pen and paper he had with him and wrote to Hong Lingyu: The Patriarch seems to have something to do.

Hong Lingyu nodded calmly.That's right, after all, Hongzhuo still has such a big burden to carry, it's impossible to stay in the house all day and do nothing.

After putting away the things, Zhou Tingyu turned around and went downstairs.

Hong Lingyu was distracted while eating.He had never entered this room before, and being able to stay in Hong's house so peacefully and peacefully was actually an encounter he had never thought of before.

Going around, how amazing.

After eating, Hong Lingyu went downstairs with an empty plate and sent the eaten tableware to the kitchen. It happened that the young housekeeper Qian Gujun was walking upstairs with the plate himself, and met him head-on. At that moment, the butler Xiaoqian stopped and nodded slightly at him.

The housekeeper Xiaoqian finally entered the study with the dinner plate.

Hong Lingyu blinked.

It turned out that Hongzhuo was working in the study... He thought Hongzhuo had gone out.

At dinner time, Hong Zhuo was probably done with his work, so he came to bring him dinner in person, took a computer, and stayed in his room for a while before leaving.

But after that, Hongzhuo appeared less and less often, from five or six times a day, to only three meals a day, and then only once at noon.

When Hong Lingyu finished checking more than half of the entire book, Hong Zhuo's figure disappeared completely.

Stuffing a piece of hot biscuit into his mouth, Hong Lingyu finally felt better because of the hunger caused by overuse of the brain. He took a sip of tea and swallowed the biscuit, and called Zhou Tingyu who was about to leave: "Hong... Is the owner busy recently?"

Zhou Tingyu turned to look at him, and nodded, except for the usual gentle look on his face, there was not much expression on his face.

Hong Lingyu vaguely felt that there was something strange, but he couldn't find his thoughts for a while, so he didn't pursue it any further, and raised his hand to let Zhou Tingyu go out.

I really don't have enough brains lately... Hong Lingyu took a bite of the biscuit, and quickly sank back into her book.

At dinner time that day, Hong Zhuo, who had disappeared for two days, suddenly appeared, delivered dinner to Hong Lingyu, and still sat on the sofa for a while.

When Hong Lingyu raised her head in the gap, she suddenly found that the person on the sofa leaned there at some point and fell asleep with her chin resting on her palms, her brows and eyes were tired, and some blue stubble appeared on her perennially clean chin. This exhausted appearance somewhat coincides with the state of taking care of him in the hospital those few days.

Seeing that he was frowning and sleeping deeply, Hong Lingyu reached out to feel the temperature of his forehead.Although this day is not too cold, but if the resistance is weakened because of being too tired, there may be a possibility of catching a cold.

"what!"

Just when Hong Lingyu's fingers touched Hong Zhuo's forehead, her wrist was grabbed tightly.

Hongzhuo was suddenly touched by someone in his beautiful sleep, and his vigilance was mobilized in an instant. He was about to throw off the person who touched him subconsciously. Embracing him, he wrapped the person who almost fell out by the waist, and pulled him back into his arms.

The arms around the waist are strong, judging from the tone of voice, the instigator seems to be more frightened than him: "Baby, are you okay?? Did you fall???" He said carefully holding his arm, "Does it hurt?" Squeezing him The movement of the wrist is light, as if holding a newly unearthed thousand-year-old fossil, for fear of bumping it slightly.

Hong Zhuo looked up at him from the sofa, the warm yellow light of the floor lamp illuminated his brows and eyes, those eyes that outsiders have always looked down on emotions, now in front of him, frankly expressed the panic, fear, heartache, worry, Treasure, nostalgia, one by one rubbed open in front of him.

Hong Lingyu was stunned for a moment, and his heart felt a little tingly, making him forget the fact that he was still sitting on Hongzhuo's lap at the moment.

Seeing that he was silent in a daze, Hong Zhuo thought he had frightened him, so he held Hong Lingyu's hand and stroked his back gently, without any thoughts, and explained in a low voice: "Sorry, I fell asleep just now. , I was probably dreaming, thinking that someone was approaching, it was just a stress reaction, did it scare you?..."

Hong Zhuo's soft and deep voice spread out silently in the quiet room, the magnetic voice was full of guilt, like an invisible hand gently rubbing his aching heart.

Hong Lingyu turned her hand and pressed Hong Zhuo's big palm that was rubbing her wrist: "What did you dream about?"

Hong Zhuo finally calmed down a bit, seeing that the other party didn't break away from him, he guessed that he might not be angry, so he relaxed his palm and let him press it, vaguely carried through his dream just now, and his eyes fell on Hong Lingyu's round nails On: "It's nothing, it's all about the past."

"Hmm." Hong Lingyu responded casually.Hongzhuo's "before" is a full 35 years, and this explanation is tantamount to not saying it.

Hong Lingyu didn't pursue further, and was drawn away by Hong Zhuo's drooping eyelashes.He has been in the Hong family for so many years, and he has rarely been so close to Hong Zhuo. Now that he is far away, he finds that Hong Zhuo's eyebrows are thick and sharp at the end of his eyebrows. It is also dark and dense, once he lowers his eyes, the eyelashes will completely cover his eyes, making it impossible for people to peep into his mind.

The bridge of Hongzhuo's nose is not particularly straight, but the lines are clean and smooth. Hong Lingyu's eyes fell on it, and they fell on Hongzhuo's lips like sliding down a slide.

His lips are very thin, and the corners of his lips are slightly sharp. It is reasonable to say that such a lip shape is obviously very easy to reveal his mood, but Hongzhuo can keep his expression steady under any circumstances, as calm as Mount Tai.

Hong Zhuo was secretly rubbing Hong Lingyu's hand, the person he was thinking of was in his arms, he immediately forgot the unpleasantness in the dream, and became distracted.

Secretly tightened the hand around the man's waist, and then slowly squeezed the fingers between Hong Lingyu's fingers, slowly bent them, and clasped them back.

The palms are touching, the fingers are intertwined, and although the heartbeats are different, they seem to resonate.

Hong Zhuo's heart was hot, and he couldn't help but look up at Hong Lingyu.

Both of them were preoccupied with thinking about each other but thought that the other didn't know, their eyes suddenly collided, and they were both taken aback.

Hong Lingyu's ears turned red in an instant, and he realized this awkward posture after a while - he was sitting on Hongzhuo's lap, one hand was still on Hongzhuo's shoulder, and the other hand was touching Hongzhuo at some point. Zhuo clasped together, while Hong Zhuo's other hand was placed on the back of his waist, in a posture that completely embraced him and completely enveloped him.

In addition, at this moment, the two of them raised their heads one by one, and the other raised their heads up. At this moment, their breathing blended and became intimate.

Hong Zhuo watched Hong Lingyu carefully, and he didn't see the slightest fear or disgust in his eyes, but read the fleeting embarrassment instead.

So he exerted force with his arm, preventing Hong Lingyu from wanting to go down to the ground, and rubbed her into his arms again.

Hong Zhuo no longer looked directly at him to make him embarrassed, his eyes fell on the light-colored soft lips in front of him, the longing in his heart was clamoring wildly, but he calmed them down one by one with restraint, and put them in the corner of his heart well, only with almost Filled with the treasure and love of the whole heart, he slowly leaned forward.

His movements are slow.

With such a speed, even if Hong Lingyu is unwilling, he can easily dodge.He won't force him.

The two breathed together, Hong Lingyu's clear and shallow breath swirled between Hong Zhuo's chest and lungs, filling his chest to the brim.

Until there was the last bit of distance between their lips, Hongzhuo's Adam's apple moved, and his breathing was a little tense, so he restrained himself from moving more slowly.

But if you slow down, it's no different from staying still.

Hong Zhuo could hardly suppress the longing in his chest, his reason was already burning, and a prairie fire easily ignited in his consciousness.

Until the person in his arms, as if bewitched, gently lowered his head and lowered his head a bit.

The author has something to say: Oh, finally kissed.

But...every time there is dog food, there will be a younger brother! Hehehe

Brother: The author of the dog takes his life!

Ah He: Huh!