Congenital deficiency

When the lips touched, the warmth was so soft and beautiful that it made one's heart palpitate.

Hong Zhuo never knew before that just a kiss can make his soul tremble.

It was only when Hong Lingyu touched the other's lips that she suddenly woke up what she had done, and wanted to retreat, but was blocked by the arms around her waist.

Then the pressure poured on the lips, Hongzhuo raised his head slightly, turning this simple touch into a kiss, the desire for the person in front of him almost turned into substance, faintly leaked from the occasional irresistible biting and sucking between his lips and teeth some come.

As long as the force between the teeth is a little bit stronger, causing Hong Lingyu to frown, Hong Zhuo immediately backs away, biting into a light lick, adhering to the principle of "not forcing Hong Lingyu".

Lips must be cracked...

The slight pain entered the heart along with the heartbeat, and a heart-numbing frequency jumped out of the heart.

Hong Lingyu vaguely felt that it was difficult to breathe, and couldn't help but open his teeth. The besieger noticed his retreat, and immediately stepped forward cautiously, filling up the empty half of the pass for him——

"Well……"

It wasn't until the other party's refusal was heard on his shoulders, and there was a rapid panting in his chest, that Hong Zhuo closed his eyes, suppressed all the raging desires, and used all his willpower to force himself to leave those two soft lips. .

Their foreheads touched lightly, and both of them lowered their gazes, breathing calmly.

Hong Lingyu's ears turned red from the root of her neck to her neck, she moved uncomfortably, and then found that Hong Zhuo's whole body was stiff.

When he was a little dazed, Hong Zhuo let out a big breath, wrapped his arms around his waist, couldn't help pushing his hips, and there was an uncontrollable wildness in his movements.

It seemed that something was bothering him.

Hong Lingyu was too frightened to move.

Hongzhuo put his arms around him, put his forehead into his neck and shoulders, laughed lowly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't move, baby, hug for a while."

The two hugged each other silently on the sofa. I don't know how long it took. The bent posture made Hong Lingyu feel a little sore.

For Hong Zhuo, his longing for the person in front of him is increasing day by day, so holding him in his arms can only make him more uncomfortable.

Before a certain place rose to the point of exploding, Hong Zhuo turned his head and planted a hot and tender kiss on the side of his smooth and slender neck: "Good night."

Then he finally let go of his arms.

Hong Lingyu jumped up almost immediately, and the heartbeat beside his ear made him wonder whether his body hadn't recovered after the heart transplant operation.

"Sweet dream." Hongzhuo said again, turned and left the bedroom, stood facing the door for a while, finally calmed down the surging impulse just now, went back to the room, changed his clothes, and walked to the first floor.

On the sofa on the first floor, Hong Xiaxuan happened to look up, his face was a little dark.

He and Hong Zhuo had four or five points of imagination, and when his face was so sullen, Hong Zhuo could easily distinguish the displeasure towards him from above.

He also knows why.

The father and son exchanged glances coldly, and walked outside together.

The atmosphere was a bit too cold, not as relaxed and harmonious as when Hong Lingyu was present.

The black car drove the two to a cemetery.

Hugging two bouquets of flowers from the back seat, the two walked for a while and stopped in front of a snow-white new tombstone.

The black-and-white photo on the tombstone was pasted by Hong Xiaxuan himself on this day last year. The person inside looked like he had just grown up, standing in front of an osmanthus tree, smiling softly and restrainedly.

Hong Zhuo, Hong Xiaxuan and his son were dressed in black suits, with straight backs, silently looking at the man in the photo.

After an unknown amount of time, Hong Xiaxuan suddenly said, "How can there be such a lucky thing in the world, God can give me back the lost brother."

Hongzhuo didn't respond.

So Hong Xiaxuan continued, as if he was talking to himself: "My brother used to protect me, it's time for me to protect him."

Hong Zhuo never gave him any response.

It's just that he closed his jaw calmly, hiding his expression in the boundless night.

After Hong Zhuo left, Hong Lingyu went into the bathroom with a blushing face, climbed into bed early, her mind was messed up, and she didn't know how long it took before she fell asleep in a daze.

However, after less than two hours of deep sleep, he inexplicably opened his eyes and woke up. He looked up and looked out the window. The sky had already started to light up, probably at dawn.

He glanced at the time, but it was only five o'clock.

The heating in the room was fully turned on, and when she woke up with a dry throat, Hong Lingyu coughed, put on a coat, opened the door and went downstairs to pour water.

At this point, most of the lights in the house were turned off, only the kitchen was still on, and the inside was busy like a raging fire, and the lights were brightly lit.

Turning around and seeing Hong Lingyu coming down the stairs, Qian Gujun called him immediately: "Master Zhang."

There were gurgling noises in the kitchen, and the smell of food wafted out, making Hong Lingyu a little greedy.

Hong Zhuo had already greeted Hong Zhai. In order to make it easier for Hong Lingyu to "hear" them, they had to raise their chins slightly, slow down their speech, and were not allowed to bow their heads in front of Hong Lingyu.

Hong Lingyu nodded at him, and went around him to pour a glass of water.

Qian Gujun observed his expression, he saw that he glanced at the kitchen several times, went inside and brought out some food, and put it in front of him.

"Thank you." Hong Lingyu replied in a low voice, with a polite look.

What a treat.

Qian Gujun thought, how does this young master Zhang compare with the young master Hongda adopted by the former head of the family?Qian Gujun had heard his father say one or two things about Mr. Hongda before, it sounded like he was a person with a very low sense of existence, and he didn't get much respect from the servants in the house.

Before the head of the family took back the twin brother of Young Master Hongda himself, he was also curious to go back and ask his father, wanting to know something about Young Master Hongda, but the old housekeeper Qian was unwilling to say anything, and only told him to do his job well. matter.

"Steward Qian." The chef hired by the Hong family came out of the kitchen with dark circles under his eyes, made some appetizers and a serving of noodles, and put them on the dining table, "Zhang Shaozao. The meal is ready, I'll go How about some sleep?" Then he yawned exaggeratedly.

Qian Gujun covered his mouth and yawned, and nodded at him: "Thanks for your hard work. If... I will call you again." He took part of it vaguely, and let the chef go to rest first.

The assistant chef was still washing the dishes in the kitchen. He obviously didn't see the chef greet Qian Gujun, but somehow he heard sleepiness from the conversation between the two. He washed a plate and then yawned.

The chef waved his hand and turned to leave. Qian Gujun also picked up the well-covered food, nodded at Hong Lingyu, turned and walked towards the back door.

Hong Lingyu looked at him curiously, when Qian Gujun opened and closed the door, he found that the small building behind the main house was brightly lit.

Is there any big day recently?The small building behind the main house is the "root" of the Hong family. There are genealogy and ancestral tablets inside. The door will never be opened on non-important days, let alone the bright lights.

After Hong Lingyu finished eating, he returned the things to the kitchen, went back to his room to brush his teeth, remembered the brightly lit small building, and lay down on the edge of the window sill to look over there again.

Qian Gujun just came out of the small building at this moment, still holding a tray in his hand.It's just that the size of the bowl and saucer inside is completely different from what I just saw, and the contents of the cup have also changed from milky white soybean milk to black liquid.

Probably coffee?

Hong Lingyu remembers that Hongzhuo would drink cups of black coffee when he needed to stay up late to process documents or suffer from jet lag.

So, at this point, what is Hong Zhuo doing in the small building?

Holding the tray in his hand, Qian Gujun looked at the untouched food in it, and rubbed his forehead with a headache. He also stayed with him for so long. Seeing the Patriarch rushing to torture himself day by day, he really wanted to I can't understand and can't stand it.

Even if you are a hard-working person, if you only rest for less than ten hours for a few days, there will be times when you can't resist.

Qian Gujun stood for a while, and made a decision in his heart.

After putting down his things, Qian Gujun went upstairs and knocked on Hong Lingyu's door.

Hong Lingyu got up from the window sill and opened the door for him.

"Master Zhang, I have a presumptuous request, and I hope you can agree." Qian Gujun said carefully.

Hong Lingyu just looked at him quietly.

Qian Gujun saw the meaning of asking him to continue talking, so he explained: "You should find that the owner of the house is very busy recently."

Hong Lingyu nodded.

"Actually, the Patriarch is not that busy." He considered the meaning and organized the appropriate words, "Actually, the Patriarch probably did this because... he couldn't fall asleep."

Hong Lingyu frowned, not quite understanding what he meant.

"Why can't I fall asleep?" He vaguely realized that Hong Zhuo was too busy recently, but he couldn't figure out why.

Since Qian Gujun came to Hongzhai, how can he not see the patriarch's concern for the person in front of him? He dare not speak too bluntly, lest the person who died with Master Zhang be unhappy, so he turned his thoughts around In the end, he only vaguely chose the most euphemistic and gentle explanation: "Yesterday was the day when the young master was buried, and the owner has been..."

From the moment Qian Gujun finished the first sentence, Hong Lingyu was in a daze and lost his mind, and didn't "look" at the following words.

He had been in a bit of chaos this year, and he didn't expect that a year would pass like this in a hurry.

It turned out that yesterday was the day when he "himself" was buried.

No wonder Hong Zhuo spends less and less time with him recently. Every time he sees him, the other party has an unconcealable tired look on his brows. No wonder he always falls asleep on the sofa in his room recently...

Many threads strung together lead to a clear train of thought.

"...If this continues, I'm afraid the Patriarch's body will not be able to hold on." Qian Gujun said the ending anxiously, waiting to see the reaction of this Young Master Zhang, but he didn't want to take a closer look. The other party's expression was a little dull, and he didn't know Since when did he start to be in a daze, and his expression changed several times in an instant.

Oops.

Qian Gujun immediately regretted it, thinking of his father's exhortation to "do the job well", his intestines turned green with regret.

It must be the reason why I haven't had a good rest recently, but I did such a stupid thing and brought this kind of thing to Zhang Shao's eyes.When I look back, I don't know if Young Master Zhang will be jealous of his twin brother because of this matter, and have trouble with the Patriarch?

At that time, I am afraid that I will not be able to eat and walk away.

Now please Master Zhang forget what you just said, I don't know if it's too late?

The author has something to say: ah ah ah I got so many comments when I came up today, happy!thank you all! MUA!Update complete this chapter, I went to catch bugs

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PS: There are some things at home this weekend, the update may be slow or disconnected, thank you for your understanding ~ thank you for reading the article!

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It was harmonized, I will change it, and send it again to Weibo @鹤万川

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Thank you "A Boring Fat House Surfing Online" for the nutrient solution from my little friend, Gudong Gudong~

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Changed it a second time QAQ