Congenital deficiency

Qian Gu Junwu struggled for a long time, biting a few small wounds in his mouth with his anxious teeth, and was frantically thinking about how to get this mess over from the master in front of him, Hong Lingyu finally spoke.

"He couldn't sleep, how long has it been?" Hong Lingyu asked.

Qian Gujun thought for a while, and replied, "About a week."

Hong Lingyu's clean eyes flicked, and she answered, "That's four or five days."

"..." Qian Gujun was warmed up by the hot face of the young Hong's quasi-"mistress", and suddenly showed the demeanor of Hong's butler, showing a calm, honest and honest appearance.

It's just that he didn't dare to talk nonsense for a while.

"How long has it been since he ate?" Hong Lingyu thought for a while and asked again.

This time Qian Gujun didn't dare to exaggerate at all, he answered honestly, and even refined the time to the hour: "About thirty hours." Seeing Hong Lingyu's calm face, it was hard to see whether he was worried about the Patriarch. , Qian Gujun paused for a moment and continued: "The owner ate two mouthfuls of noodles without oil and water yesterday afternoon."

Hong Lingyu was silent for half a minute, seeing Qian Gujun's face of "I'm done", couldn't hold back, and asked: "What else?"

Qian Gujun shook his head: "No more. Except for the two mouthfuls of noodles, he just drank a few sips of water these days. The owner said...he has no appetite." Seeing Hong Lingyu's surprise, Qian Gujun continued to increase his weight: "Actually During this period of time... the head of the family ate very little."

After Hong Lingyu listened, she didn't give any response, just nodded, left a sentence "I know", then turned around and walked to the bed, lifted the quilt to lie down, turned around and saw Qian Gujun still staying in place , slightly frowned.

Qian Gujun turned and left knowingly.

After returning from Europe, his sheets and quilts were all changed to lake blue.

Hong Lingyu buried herself in the quilt, curled her back, hid her face, opened her eyes in the darkness under the quilt, stared blankly at a certain point in the darkness, her eyes were not focused.

My mind seemed to become confused with the darkness in front of me, unable to come up with a clear idea.

The blood vessels on his forehead twitched with his heartbeat, giving him a headache.

He didn't know how long the time had passed. After a while, he blinked and thought, why?

He has many doubts.

Why did Hong Zhuo regret it?Why did Hongzhuo fall in love with herself?

After that, why did he insist on asking Hong Shi to come back when he knew he didn't like Hong Shi, claiming that he "wouldn't force him", but in fact he didn't let him go free?

The air in the quilt was not circulating, and it was unknown whether it was due to lack of oxygen or other reasons. Hong Lingyu felt a little suffocated, and her chest felt uncomfortable.

Why did the other party spare no effort to try to soften his heart and use "home" as a temptation, but he himself... was actually bewitched and softened?

Thoughts turned and turned a thousand times, ups and downs, and finally a little bit of anger was washed away.

My "death day" has passed so long, what is the meaning of going to the ancestral hall on the day of burial?

His own person is here, but he doesn't eat or sleep all day long in the ancestral hall, guarding such an empty memorial tablet?

Now that he regrets so much, why did he decisively abandon himself in the first place?

Hong Lingyu got her head out before the oxygen in the quilt was exhausted, glanced at the golden light of the dawn outside, and closed her eyes in a leisurely manner, preparing to continue to sleep and return to the cage.

——Since he loves to guard the piece of broken wood in the ancestral hall, let him guard it.

Hong Lingyu had a sound sleep and didn't wake up until eleven o'clock. She went to the kitchen to make a sandwich for herself, and called Qian Gujun who was on guard on the first floor: "Where are the others?"

Qian Gujun resolutely betrayed Hong Zhuo: "The Patriarch just came out of the ancestral hall half an hour ago. He went to your room to have a look, and then went to the study."

"Has he been in my room?"

Qian Gujun nodded, and then, from the face of the young man in front of him who didn't have obvious emotional fluctuations, he could see a smile mixed with displeasure and sarcasm.

Hong Lingyu laughed through her nose, thought about it, turned and went to the kitchen, fiddled with it for a long time, made another sandwich and took it in her hand, turned and went upstairs.

The cook came out of the kitchen tremblingly, pulled Qian Gujun's sleeve, dragged him into the kitchen, and muttered in a low voice, "Master Zhang's taste...does he have such a personality? I think he just added..."

"Dong dong dong!" The sound of Hong Lingyu knocking on the door was unprecedentedly bold and unrestrained, which was quite different from his usual quiet style.

Probably angry.

After a moment of silence behind the door, Hongzhuo's displeased voice sounded: "Who? Didn't you say don't disturb me?"

Hong Lingyu curled her lips: "Oh, then I'm leaving." She said that she really wanted to leave.

Hong Zhuo was obviously panicked at the door, and quickly shouted: "Come in! Lingyu!"

Then there were one or two muffled bangs, which sounded like the knee hit something when he got up too quickly.

Hong Lingyu listened for a while, then reached out and opened the door.

Hong Zhuo bent slightly, with one hand resting on his knee.Several cabinet doors behind his desk were open, and he stretched out his other free hand to close it, trying to get out from behind the desk.Seeing Hong Lingyu pushing the door and coming in, Hongzhuo raised his foot and was about to move forward, but in a hurry, he knocked on the drawer next to his feet again.

"Well!"

Just looking at it, Hong Lingyu felt the pain from the bump, and also gasped.

It was rare for Hong Zhuo to be so flustered, Hong Lingyu stepped forward, pushed the man back into the chair, and ordered concisely: "Sit."

Convenience withdrew his hand covering the sore spot, and calmly sat back in his large office chair.

Since he didn't say it hurts, Hong Lingyu took it as if he really didn't hurt, just as if nothing happened just now, pulled a chair and sat opposite him, and put the sandwich in front of him: "I just woke up, They said you didn't have breakfast and brought you a sandwich."

Hong Zhuo glanced at the sandwich and hesitated.He didn't want to reject Hong Lingyu's concern, but he really didn't have the appetite to eat.

Holding the lunch paper, Hong Zhuo took a bite of the sandwich, chewed it briefly and then swallowed it. He glanced at Hong Lingyu and planned to put the sandwich aside.

"After eating, I made it." Hong Lingyu crossed her hands in front of her lower abdomen, her face was always calm and gentle.

Hongzhuo was taken aback, a little sweetness surged in his heart, the thought of throwing the sandwich aside instantly dissipated, and he continued to bite down.

Until the third mouthful, he frowned subconsciously, a layer of mist appeared in front of his eyes, and his eyes looking at Hong Lingyu were a little confused.

It was like some kind of large beast that had restrained its momentum and couldn't find its way home.

Hong Lingyu blinked and looked at him calmly.

Hong Zhuo immediately confirmed that this sandwich was [-]% made by Hong Lingyu himself.

After all, no one in Hong's family would dare to add mustard, green pepper and ginger to his sandwich at the same time.

These weird seasonings mixed with mayonnaise are simply the scariest dark food that Hongzhuo has ever eaten in his life.

Hong Lingyu watched his Adam's apple rolling up and down with difficulty, until finally, the veins on his forehead were all bulging, frowning, he swallowed what was in his mouth forcefully.

I dare not chew.

Hong Zhuo still didn't understand why the other party wanted to treat him like this, while thinking, he ate the whole sandwich one bite after another.

Hong Lingyu's clasped hands also relaxed from the beginning, then gradually tightened and clenched into fists.

Can't be softhearted.He repeated to himself.

Hong Zhuo finally ate the sandwich with difficulty, and almost turned his head to vomit, but fearing that Hong Lingyu would be unhappy, he grabbed the water glass on the side and filled himself with two full glasses of water.

It's just that the taste of ginger and green pepper in the mouth will not go away in a short time.

He probably didn't want to see these things on his dinner table for a while.

Hong Lingyu clenched her fists, quietly exhaled the breath she had held in her chest for a long time, nodded, and said to Hongzhuo sullenly: "Okay, keep busy." Then she turned around and was about to leave.

Hong Zhuo directly leaned halfway forward, grabbed his wrist, and then took a long leg, walked around from the other side of the desk, and poked his head towards Hong Lingyu.

Hong Lingyu was a little nervous at first, seeing him approaching suddenly, subconsciously wanted to hide back.

Hong Zhuo picked him up and put him in his arms: "Be careful of the back." There was no displeasure in his voice, but it made Hong Lingyu feel a slight gap in his heart, and then Hong Zhuo kissed him on the lips. , "Thank you, Baby, for making me a sandwich."

When he got closer, the mustard smell was very clear, Hong Lingyu was a little disgusted at first, but just about to frown, he heard Hongzhuo's thanks.

So the eyebrows that hadn't had time to frown were smoothed away easily.

"You," I wanted to ask you why you weren't angry, but when I raised my head and bumped into his tiredness like the pampering and pampering I had been doing for a while, the words that came out of my mouth became a dry sentence that sounded unassuming: "You're welcome. "

After Hong Lingyu finished speaking, she gently pushed Hongzhuo, wanting to go out quickly, but was led all the way to sit down on the sofa, was held forehead and received a mustard-flavored kiss, before she could get angry, she was Pressing his head against the chest explained in front of him, the heartbeat in his heart was unusually steady, but because of his approach, the frequency was obviously a little higher.

Then the owner of the heart in the chest asked him: "Why is my baby so unhappy?"

The tone seemed to be talking to a three-year-old child, childish and doting.

Hong Lingyu couldn't get angry anymore, and it took her a while to respond dryly: "Unhappy is unhappy."

This answer is also very similar to that of a three-year-old child.

Realizing that she was led away by Hong Zhuo out of nowhere, Hong Lingyu choked on herself, and kept her mouth shut and refused to speak.

Hong Zhuo put his arms around him, and patted Hong Lingyu's back with his hands: "Did I make you unhappy?"

Hong Lingyu shut her mouth tightly and refused to speak.

Hongzhuo went on and said: "I also ate the sandwich, and I accepted the punishment. Tell me, baby, what did I make you unhappy?"

Hong Lingyu couldn't help retorting: "Is the sandwich I made for you a punishment?"

Hongzhuo's desire to survive immediately came to life: "No," then he asked cheekily, "Then why did you reward me?"

... even more aggrieved.

Hong Lingyu kept her mouth shut, and found that the conversation was going so far that it was really weird and outrageous, no matter how she answered it, she couldn't answer it right.

Originally, I wanted to come and vent my anger and leave, but I was left behind inexplicably, and had such inexplicable, childish and ineffective conversations.

I don't know how the train of thought went astray.

Seeing that his ears were red, Hong Zhuo didn't want to press him any further, for fear of really making him angry.

The study room became so quiet for a while, only the sound of Hong Zhuo patting Hong Lingyu's back.

About three or four minutes later, when both of them calmed down, Hong Lingyu's voice sounded: "What do you want for dinner?...I'll do it."

Hongzhuo instantly thought of the hell sandwich just now, his face almost changed, he hesitated for two seconds, and finally said as if he was dead: "Congee, you can make whatever you want, I will eat whatever you want."

His tone sounded a bit forced, Hong Lingyu looked up and knew that he was thinking wrong, but she was not ready to explain, she glanced at him, pushed him away and was about to leave the study: "I'll call Xia Xuan, Ask him."

Hong Zhuo immediately let go of his heart.

His darling treats Hong Xiaxuan as his own younger brother, so he can't fix Hong Xiaxuan anyway, so when he said that he was going to make dinner, it should really be just a dinner.

The author has something to say: Hong Lingyu: Make green pepper, ginger, mustard pork porridge for dinner for Master Hong

Hong Zhuo:!