Congenital deficiency

Hearing that Hong Lingyu was going to cook in person, Hong Xiaxuan packed his things early in the afternoon and left from the elevator in the CEO's office.

As soon as he left, Zhang Zhongzhi and Ruan Yaxing came to the door.

The front desk looked at the two who claimed to be the biological parents of the deceased young master of the Hong family, and was a little uncertain, so he called the secretary's office.

Xiao Zhengping had called the secretary's office earlier, and the secretary who answered the phone was not surprised, and said in a businesslike manner, "You tell them that the president hasn't been here for a few days, and the vice president, that is, Young Master Hong, has just returned home."

The front desk will tell the truth.

Ruan Yaxing looked at Zhang Zhongzhi in bewilderment, the arrogance of the latter when he stepped into the Hong family disappeared in an instant, his face was also pulled down, and he turned and left without saying a word.

"Master, master!" Ruan Yaxing was wearing a pair of small high heels, trotting behind Zhang Zhongzhi barely.

Zhang Zhongzhi stopped suddenly, stared at him, and squeezed his forehead lines together: "You still can't get in touch with that child?"

Before Ruan Yaxing had time to catch her breath, she lowered her head emotionally when she heard this question: "I can't get in touch... That kid changed his phone card when he ran away from home, and I still don't know his phone number. I don't know him..." Ruan Yaxin muttered and complained, but was interrupted by Zhang Zhongzhi:

"You have such a good son!" Zhang Zhongzhi yelled at Ruan Yaxing in the street, but he didn't soften his heart when he saw tears welling up in her eyes. Instead, his anger became more serious: "Even if he only said hello to us in front of Master Hong, It is impossible for us to come here again and again without seeing people every time! How did you teach your son??!!"

Zhang Zhongzhi yelled, and seeing Ruan Yaxing only shed tears, he became even more angry. Just then the driver arrived, the car door opened, and a dignified and simple middle-aged woman got out of it. She nodded slightly to Zhang Zhongzhi: " master."

Zhang Zhongzhi's face was full of anger, and he sat on it directly. When Ruan Yaxing walked forward, he closed the car door with his backhand and said to the driver: "Go!"

Ruan Yaxing, who was left on the spot, took a mouthful of exhaust gas, her tears were still wet, and her face was blue and white, which was extremely ugly.

In the car, Zhang Zhongzhi's original wife patiently listened to his complaints all the way, and then said softly: "Master, the Zhao family may have a banquet in a few days. When playing mahjong yesterday, the wife of the Zhao family mentioned it to me. One word."

Holding the water glass handed over by his original wife in his hand, Zhang Zhongzhi frowned: "If you want to go, go."

Mrs. Zhang didn't take his perfunctory attitude very seriously, she still said gently, "This time, the Zhao family may invite the Hong family."

When Hong Xiaxuan got home, Hong Lingyu was already half-worked in the kitchen. She had prepared two dishes, and there was one dish and one soup left, both of which were bored in the pot.

Taking advantage of this gap, Hong Lingyu took some materials and made four egg tarts, and baked them in the oven.

Hong Zhuo just stood by the dining table outside the kitchen, and when he heard any big movements, he went over to take a look, and seeing that Hong Lingyu was still fine, he felt relieved and continued to sit back.

Hong Xiaxuan squeezed into the kitchen, glanced at the dishes made by Hong Lingyu, said a few words, then went out of the kitchen, saw his father on the sofa, nodded coldly and went upstairs, Hong Zhuo didn't care at all, He just nodded indifferently in return.

Looking at this posture, it seems that they are not father and son, but more like two unrelated people who got together here because of Hong Lingyu.

The dishes came to the table in a short while, Hong Zhuo went to bring out the prepared dishes in person, Zhou Tingyu drove away Hong Xiaxuan who wanted to compete with her for a job, served them with meals.

Hong Xiaxuan hasn't eaten something made by Hong Lingyu for a long time. It's like having an appetite. He eats it with big mouthfuls, and praises it over and over again, saying "delicious", "really delicious", "too delicious" ".

The vocabulary is poor, catching up with kindergarten children.

Three dishes and one soup were completely eaten by the father and son. Hong Lingyu wondered for a moment whether he had cooked too little. When he had already eaten two dishes and there was not much left on the last one, Can't help but ask: "Is it too little? Are you enough to eat?"

Hong Xiaxuan picked up the rest of the dish with a large chopsticks, leaving only a few vegetable leaves on the plate, Hong Zhuo paused with his outstretched hand, took away the two green vegetables, and put them back into his bowl.

It was obviously a very normal thing, but Hong Lingyu saw that Xiao Suo felt aggrieved, and the corners of his eyebrows twitched: "I'll go fry another dish."

Hong Xiaxuan quickly stopped him: "No need, brother. I'm already full, and I still have soup. After drinking the soup, I should be able to hold on."

Hong Zhuo also looked at him and nodded.

After the meal, the kitchen brought out the cut fruits and the egg tarts that Hong Lingyu had baked.

Hong Lingyu pushed the egg tart to the two of them, and they really hesitated for a moment.

After all, Hong Xiaxuan was young, and his ability to conceal his emotions was not as good as Hongzhuo's, and he couldn't even control his own frowning eyebrows.Hong Zhuo, on the other hand, has already picked up the egg tart without changing his face, and has bitten down most of it.

"Why haven't you two seen anyone for a while?" Hong Lingyu asked suddenly.

Hong Xiaxuan quickly grabbed the egg tart and took a bite, making a look of "eating and talking after eating".

"You don't even look good. What have you been up to lately?" Hong Lingyu chased after the victory.

Hongzhuo remained calm and did not lie: "I am going to assign some work to Xia Xuan, and I am preparing for it." He just told some facts.The documents that he needs to deal with only cost him two or three hours a day. The rest of the time, he actually spends in the study looking through the basic diary that Hong Lingyu left before, and then he is in a daze.

Hong Xiaxuan hurriedly clicked to respond to Hong Zhuo's words.

Hong Lingyu nodded, and asked Hong Xiaxuan: "You are busy with Hong's affairs here, can you be busy at school?"

It was a matter of time before Hong Xiaxuan accepted Hong Zhuo, and Hong Zhuo had always trained him as an heir. For this reason, Hong Xiaxuan skipped several levels. Although he was only fifteen or sixteen years old, he was already in Hong Zhuo Zhuo was a sophomore in his old alma mater.

Hong Xiaxuan thought for a while, then shook his head: "The final exam over there is over, and I have already completed a whole year of credits in advance, so it doesn't really affect it."

In fact, it still has an impact.He originally wanted to accumulate enough credits to continue skipping grades to study in junior year, but he always felt that his father had a strange attitude towards his brother. Out of this concern, he just wanted to take over the Hong family as soon as possible so that he could become his brother's backer.

Hong Lingyu didn't know anything about it, and just cared about him as before: "Don't force it, take your time."

After dinner, Hong Lingyu was sorting out the translated manuscripts in the room until xx o'clock, and went downstairs to find Qian Gujun.

"Young Master Zhang." Qian Gujun stayed up almost all night, and now the purple under his eyes began to spread, and he looked very tired.

"Go to sleep." Hong Lingyu returned to her bedroom after finishing speaking.

Qian Gujun stood at the door of the kitchen, staring at the position of the stairs and worked hard with his dull brain for a while, and finally his brain shut down. He chose to obey Hong Lingyu's words, went back to his bedroom, and went to sleep.

After Hong Lingyu washed, she changed into soft and lightweight pajamas and went to Hongzhuo's study.

"Dong dong." He knocked on the door twice.

Hong Zhuo already had experience: "Lingyu, come in." He said while hiding the things in front of him into the drawer at hand.

Hong Lingyu pushed the door open and went in, looked at him without saying a word, went to the bookshelf and picked out a book, then curled her legs up into the sofa, put her chin on her knees, and read the book quietly.

Hong Zhuo was waiting to talk to him, seeing his posture, he understood that the other party probably didn't want to disturb him, so he put the documents at hand in front of him in a disguised way, but his eyes wandered thousands of miles away.

From the corner of my eye, the soft and peaceful silhouette of the young man on the sofa in the light gradually overlapped with his childhood appearance in memory.

At that time, the young Hong Lingyu was also hugging the picture book and the blanket, a small ball, and the floor lamp next to him could easily wrap him in it.

The scene of indifference in the past, now looking back, it really couldn't be any warmer, and the heart was so soft.How could he be so soft-hearted at that time, leaving this treasure alone and reading those boring documents?

Among the few diaries lying quietly in his drawer at the moment, in the first one, there are actually many records written by the young Hong Lingyu about waiting for him in the study.

At that time, the young child should not have been disappointed with him, and recorded very carefully when he arrived at the study, what he did, and the last sentence, always "I fell asleep (again), I must wait next time." Father, go to bed after work!"

The exclamation mark at the end pierces through the back of the paper, and the marks can still be seen even after turning the page.

The owner of the diary was right in front of him, and the other party probably still wanted to wait for him, but he no longer wanted to let the other party wait alone.

Hong Zhuo got up from behind the desk, sat down in front of the sofa, stretched out his long arms and pulled the person into his embrace: "Baby, don't wait here, go to sleep first."

Hong Zhuo got so close that he could clearly see the soft down on the side of the young man's face under the light, he couldn't help but move a little closer, and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

Hongling Yushu didn't read two or three pages, and was interrupted by him just as he calmed down, he waved his hand and said, "I'll go to bed when I'm sleepy, you're busy with your work."

His slightly disgusted look towards Hong Zhuo was too vivid and seductive, Hong Zhuo's hand was attached to his back, itching for a moment, and his thumb caressed his well-articulated spine.

Hong Lingyu's back was numb from his rubbing, she put down the book and pushed his arm: "Don't you have documents to read?"

The body under the palm is young and fresh, not the blood-stained and cold look he saw when he closed his eyes during this period of time. Hongzhuo's dangling heart, which has been hanging on his chest all this time, is as clean as ever before. With clear eyes, he slowly fell to the ground.

As long as I look at the person in front of me, it seems that I can no longer feel uneasy emotions.

Hong Zhuo opened his chest, hugged Hong Lingyu who was curled up with his knees into his arms, put the tip of his nose against the side of his neck, and sniffed gently.

It's a light scent of body wash.

"Not watching." Hong Zhuo replied, "Looking at you."

Hong Lingyu quietly let him hug him for a while, almost four or five minutes passed, and Hong Zhuo didn't intend to let go, so Hong Lingyu patted his arm.

It took another ten seconds before Hong Zhuo let go.

He couldn't bear the feeling of emptiness in his arms more and more.

Only this person in front of you can fill those vacant places.

Hong Lingyu stared at Hongzhuo who seemed to be "acting like a baby" but didn't know it, stretched out his sore legs, stuffed his feet into slippers, and stood up with a book in his hand: "If you don't read the documents, I will Gone. Good night."

Feeling empty in his arms, Hongzhuo felt a sense of loss welling up in his heart, and replied "good night" in a deep voice.

When Hong Lingyu walked to the door, she suddenly turned around, and glanced at the documents on his desk that hadn't been turned over for a long time: "If you have nothing to do, go to bed early. I let Xiao Qian's housekeeper and the others rest, and no one will give them to you at night." You make supper." After finishing speaking, he was about to take it to the door and leave.

Suddenly, just as the door was about to close, Hong Zhuo rushed over in two steps, grabbed his wrist that had just left the doorknob, pulled him back into the study, and hugged him against the door.

He felt that Hong Lingyu probably knew something.

Hong Lingyu was pulled by him, and the book in his hand fell on the door of the study, and was pushed out by the closed door.

Before he had time to speak, the person who took out the lifebuoy and hugged him, spoke at his neck first, and the hot air blew on his neck, and it rang in his ears, and the deep male voice made the back of his head tremble. Numb: "Can't sleep."

Hong Lingyu sighed.

Where is the place to sleep in the study and ancestral hall, it would be strange to fall asleep.

"How many days?" Hong Lingyu asked.The hair on the back of Hong Zhuo's head might cover his sight, a little blocking his sight, Hong Lingyu was afraid of being poked in the eyes, so he stretched out his hand and was hugged even tighter.

"Two or three days." Hongzhuo replied.

This is really... Qian Gujun often overpays, but he himself underpays.

"Go to sleep." Hong Lingyu stopped worrying about the time and patted his waist casually.

Hongzhuo's arms tightened a little more: "I can't sleep."

The skin next to the tip of the nose was clean and soft, Hong Zhuo rubbed it, and then opened his mouth to bite on it.It's just that he was too rare for this person, his teeth only gently knocked on the tight flesh, and it turned into a lick.

Hong Lingyu itched back from being provoked, there was no way to hide, she raised her hand and pushed Hong Zhuo's forehead, pushing him away.

Probably because of holding Hong Lingyu in his arms, Hong Zhuo lost the expressionless sense of distance that he usually had, and looked relaxed and tired, with his brows frowning unconsciously.

He was pushed away by Hong Lingyu's palm against his forehead, and he didn't resist at all, but he still held the person in his arms and refused to let go.

Like a big dog finally with a bone in its mouth.

Hong Lingyu and him looked at each other, looked away first, turned around in his arms, opened the door, picked up the book on the floor, and walked to her bedroom under Hong Zhuo's gaze.

"Give you a quarter of an hour, I'm sleepy."

Before closing the door, Hong Lingyu's voice was extremely low, floating gently from the corridor.

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Hongzhuo: I can't sleep, I need to be hugged by Guaibao.