Congenital deficiency

Under Hong Zhuo's "suppression", the signing meeting was controlled to end within two hours, and when the small red light of the camera representing "recording" finally went out, Hong Lingyu let out a deep breath , the small puffer fish sandbag in his hand was not pinched, and fell to the ground with a slap, Hongzhuo picked it up, patted it clean and stuffed it back into his hand.

After completely relaxing, Hong Lingyu still felt a little unfulfilled.

In the evening, Hong Lingyu decided to invite the editor of the publishing house and a few people who were busy working on this book, and set a table for dinner, saying it was a celebration banquet.

The guests and hosts at the dinner table had a good time, Xiao Zhengping and Hu Bai accompanied everyone at the dinner table who wanted to drink to their fullest - they originally thought that with the presence of Master Hong, the wine jar should not be able to stand up today.

After drinking too much, two editors pulled Xiao Zhengping to guess the boxing game. Unexpectedly, a man in a suit and leather shoes, who looked very dignified and serious, stepped on the stool without any hindrance when he dragged his suit jacket and rolled his cuffs Guessing punches with them, Hong Lingyu was stunned for a while.

After the editor drank too much, Xiao Zhengping, who did not win the boxing game guessing, was old and cunning. After taking a sip of the wine, he rolled his eyes, filled another glass, and came to Hong Lingyu.

"Xiao Zhang!" The editor patted the table, knocking off the shrimp caught on Hong Lingyu's chopsticks, "I can't tell, Xiao Zhang!" The editor yelled loudly and slapped the table.

In order to prevent the chopsticks from being knocked off, Hong Lingyu simply stopped eating and looked at him with his cup up.

Hong Zhuo reached out to stop him, but was blocked by Hong Lingyu.

He narrowed his eyes with a rare smile, and he no longer looked defensive when facing strangers.Before he knew it, he could even clink glasses with those who came to toast.

"Your progress is so fast in such a month!" The editor originally didn't understand why this Short assistant should let people think about such a beneficial thing, after observing it during this period of time, he probably has a little idea , so I was surprised and admired Hong Lingyu's gradually cheerful state.

Drunk people are actually a bit slurred, but Hong Lingyu seems to be able to barely hear individual words spoken by others when he comes in to relax. Besides... the editor is raising his hand at the moment, wishing to give him a thumbs up On his face, Hong Lingyu easily understood what he said, smiled at him, and took a long gulp of wine with his head raised.

"Happy!" The editor has a hearty personality, Hong Lingyu takes a big sip, and he will do it all.After he finished drinking, he put the bottom of the cup down and showed it to Hong Lingyu, "Next time..." the editor said, shaking suddenly, holding the table to stand firm, shaking his head for a moment: "... What am I trying to say??"

Hong Zhuo said coldly beside him, "You said you were hungry and wanted to eat."

The editor had no doubts, nodded his head and muttered "eat, eat" and left.

Hong Lingyu laughed out loud, and put the wine glass on the table: "How did you lie to him?"

Hong Zhuo picked a new shrimp for him and put it on the plate: "I didn't lie to him, I thought he wanted to say, I will call him again at the next celebration banquet." Hong Zhuo said and looked at Hong Lingyu, his eyes open and frank "Did I guess wrong?"

Hong Lingyu blinked, but she didn't know what the editor wanted to say, so the matter just turned around.

By the end of today's celebration banquet, Hong Lingyu had drunk a total of five or six glasses of red wine. He used to drink poorly, and now he is not sober, and his legs are a little weak when he walks. It was Hong Zhuo who stopped him before letting him go out Straight.

Hong Xiaxuan was not yet eighteen, so he was not allowed to drink today, and was driven back to rest early.

So on the car back, there were only Hong Lingyu, Hong Zhuo, and the driver who hadn't drunk, Zhou Tingyu.

As soon as he got into the car, Hongzhuo raised the fender.

Hong Lingyu still had a sliver of sanity at the moment, and he could barely support him to sit by the car window without tilting the seat so low.

It's just that he didn't have much strength, and he leaned against the car window vainly, occasionally knocking his forehead against it.

Hong Zhuo stretched out his hand to separate his forehead from the car window, simply lifted the armrest of the seat, sat on his side, and stopped Hong Lingyu to let him lean on his shoulder.

Hong Lingyu's breath was sprayed on his neck, it was hot, a little scalding hot, a little sweet smell of red wine was transpired by his breath and rushed into the tip of Hongzhuo's nose, making people feel a little intoxicated.

"It's the end of June." Hong Lingyu said suddenly in a daze.

"Yes, it's the end of June." Hong Zhuo agreed.

"It's the end of June!" Hong Lingyu's voice suddenly became a little anxious, raised her voice a little, and emphasized it again.

Hong Zhuo didn't understand why he was in a hurry all of a sudden, he patted the man on the back to comfort him: "Time flies so fast."

Hong Lingyu suddenly raised her head to look at him, her eyes were a little wet, and she looked irritated, a bit like his puffer fish sandbag.

Hong Zhuo lowered his head and kissed him on the cheek.

Hong Lingyu stared at him, and stretched out a slap unambiguously, pushing his face away, wishing to push it to the front panel: "It's the end of June!"

Hong Zhuo: "..." What happened at the end of June?Is there a problem in June or a problem at the end?

I can't figure it out, apologizing first is definitely not a problem: "I was wrong, baby."

Hong Lingyu then withdrew her hand that pushed him, tried her best to do well, and asked him with a straight face: "What's wrong with you?"

"..." He really didn't know.

He went out for three days, and spent the rest of the time with him, nothing special...

Could it be the three days you went out?

What are those three days?June [-]st, [-]nd, [-]rd.

Hong Lingyu suddenly remembered that at the signing before she left, Hong Lingyu wrote a blessing to a child, why did she come that day?

Yes, Children's Day.

Hongzhuo seemed to touch the edge of his desire to survive a little, and asked tentatively: "I know what's wrong, I shouldn't not spend Children's Day with you."

What he said was very solemn, and Hong Lingyu blushed when she heard it, and she tried to sit upright with her knees together: "Who, who is going to celebrate Children's Day."

A pair of duplicity appearance.

Hong Zhuo had never seen him drunk before, and seeing him drunk now, he would be angry because he didn't spend Children's Day with him.

His cute baby is so cute even when he is angry.And he was not angry about anything else, he was angry about missing Children's Day.

Is he... the whole month of June, maybe he will be a little unhappy because of this?

According to Zhou Tingyu, during the few days when he was away, Hong Lingyu had to wait for his call almost every day before falling asleep.

When the car turned a corner, Hong Zhuo immediately stretched out his hand to support Hong Lingyu's body that was leaning against the car door, and kissed the corner of Hong Lingyu's lips that smelled of alcohol. Even though he was already drunk, Hong Zhuo's apology was not perfunctory: "I Wrong, sweetie. From now on, I will never miss a single festival and spend it with you."

Hong Lingyu curled her lips: "Why are you spending Ching Ming Festival with me?"

Hong Zhuo choked for a moment, and instead of fussing with drunk people, he changed his words: "As long as you want to celebrate the festival, I will definitely be by your side."

Hong Lingyu nodded with a look of "this makes sense", and then asked, "What about my gift?"

Hong Zhuo patted his head: "Babe, don't worry about going to sleep, when you wake up tomorrow morning, you will be able to see your Children's Day gift."

Hong Lingyu nodded, and was patted by him to sleep regularly, just leaning on Hongzhuo's shoulder, breathing sweetly.

Hongzhuo took out his mobile phone and sent a long series of messages to Qian Gujun in the house.

Hong Lingyu woke up in the bathtub.

His armpit was held up to prevent him from choking on the water, and a hand on his arm was making foam for him. Once the hot water steamed, the alcohol that had affected his sanity just now disappeared a lot. He shook his head, but he didn't feel anything. So dizzy.

He sat in the bathtub and moved, and suddenly felt that the feeling behind him...was too soft.

"Are you awake?" Behind Hong Zhuo's voice was low.

Hong Lingyu immediately hid on the other side of the bathtub, her hand slipped nervously on the edge of the bathtub, and her chin almost hit the edge. for a moment.

Hong Lingyu hid nervously, and apologized stammeringly: "You, how are your hands?" Only then did he see clearly that Hong Zhuo was wearing shorts and short sleeves, sitting in the bathtub with his long legs stretched out, Squeeze this bath ball.

"Why are you in the bathtub?" Hong Lingyu asked.

Hong Zhuo raised the bath ball in his hand: "You are asleep, I can't wake you up, I want to let you soak in the bathtub, but you always slide down." It is impossible to bathe such a young man in his early twenties outside the bathtub.

Hong Lingyu thought it was because her wine quality was too bad and she couldn't take a bath because she was so messed up, she felt a little guilty, and didn't dare to ask again, she reached out and asked him for a bath ball: "I, I will do it myself."

"Okay." Hong Zhuo handed him the things, got up and walked out of the bathtub, the moment he stood up, a certain bulging place popped into Hong Lingyu's eyes, making it impossible to ignore.As if being scalded, he quickly looked away.

Hong Zhuo walked under the shower beside him and began to undress.

"What are you doing?" Hong Lingyu stared.

Hong Zhuo said: "My clothes are all wet, it doesn't seem good for me to go out like this."

Hong Lingyu immediately withdrew her gaze and retracted herself under the bubble: "Oh."

Hongzhuo closed the shower door, took off his soaked T-shirt and shorts, and turned on the shower.He turned his back to the direction of the bathtub, propped one hand on the wall, and opened the end of the cold water with the other hand.

Probably because he was enduring something, the muscles on his arms collapsed, the arcs were smooth and powerful, the slightly arched back was even more eye-catching, and the muscles in his legs were evenly divided, strong and slender.And the movement of turning sideways just used her thighs to block a place that made Hong Lingyu nervous.

This misty back figure is like an oil painting in the Middle Ages, describing ambiguity, power and hormones.

Even though they didn't look at each other, Hong Lingyu's face turned redder, and her heart beat faster than usual.

Cold showers don't help.

As soon as you close your eyes, the white skin and the slightly drunk side face you just saw will immediately appear in front of your eyes, and your breath is also full of the smell of the other party.

Just in this small bathroom, with the steam spreading wantonly, teasing his mind.

It hurts Hong Zhuo to think about him.

He couldn't help turning his head slightly, and glanced at the person in the bathtub who turned his back to him at some point.

Coincidentally, this glance happened to meet Hong Lingyu's sneaky scrutiny. Hong Lingyu was so frightened that she immediately retracted her gaze, nervous, and squeezed a lot of shower gel to wipe it on her freshly washed body, like a frightened A little hedgehog who is always ready to hide.

Hongzhuo propped up the wall with one hand, looked down at the embarrassing and high-spirited place, and suddenly turned off the shower.

As soon as the sound of the water stopped, Hong Lingyu wanted to take a sneak peek again, but when she turned her head halfway, she was robbed of her breath.

Hong Zhuo's hand also reached into the water, not to mention the little hedgehog's movement of wanting to curl up, but also the softest thorn he erected, kneading and stroking.

The atmosphere is beautiful, and the air heats up accordingly, making the tip of the hot nose sweat.

While rubbing the hedgehog, Hong Zhuo rinsed off the foam on his body. In the end, the little hedgehog suddenly tightened his belly, and the hand that was pinching his arm suddenly tightened.

Then Hong Zhuo patted the little hedgehog with his back soothingly, wrapped him in a bath towel, and sent him back to his nest.

A small animal like a hedgehog is really shy, and after returning to the nest, he refuses to open his belly again. Hongzhuo caught him and kissed him lightly, and finally made him let his guard down slowly again.

The dazed little hedgehog who was kissed seemed to be drunk again, and the snoring belly showed no resistance, and was easily marked by the hunter's gentleness over and over again. He couldn't hold the weapon, so he let him go.

The drunk young hedgehog was inexperienced. He thought it was just an easy and simple hunt. He never expected that the hunter was too bad. He couldn't sleep because of the torment. They are all dumb.

He was forced by the hunter to hand over the rare fruit that had been treasured for a long time, and in the end he was so sleepy that he fell asleep aggrievedly with tears in his eyes.

The little hedgehog fell asleep so fast that he didn't even see the twenty complete Children's Day gifts piled up in the corner of the room.

The author has something to say: afraid of being locked... I love pets, and I want to keep hedgehogs too!Hedgehogs are so cute!

BTW, the next article, fast time travel, 1V1 "Judu" has almost been conceived, this book will be opened as soon as it is finished, please accept it in advance~~~