Congenital deficiency

That night, Hong Lingyu's class teacher also went to the court, because the psychological diagnosis report submitted by Hong Lingyu was only given to her.In the end it turned out that she did sell that report to Zhang Zhongzhi in exchange for money.

The court finally sentenced her to a fine of 500 yuan and eight days of detention. Once the detention is over, she will be expelled from the school and never employed by the university.

After Hong Zhuo and Hong Lingyu left the press conference, they went back to Hong Zhuo's office directly from the stairs. The two still held hands tightly throughout the whole process, but neither of them wanted to let go.

The language was too thin, Hong Zhuo just wanted to wrap his arms and hands around this person tightly.

Hong Lingyu was still a little nervous, until the two returned to the office, Hong Zhuo poured him a glass of water, hugged him and kissed him several times before he finally calmed down.

Hong Lingyu held his hand, her brows drooped, and she was not in a high mood.He pursed his lips and said, "I don't seem to have made a decision." He wanted to explain in detail that Hongzhuo hadn't done the things they said, but it involved the original him, and he felt that there was no need to tell these things. The stranger didn't say anything in the end.

Hong Zhuo brushed away his slightly worried brows with a kiss, and said seriously: "You're very good." Hong Zhuo held his face in his hands, and gently stroked the skin at the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, "This time it's you protected me."

He wanted to protect his feelings, and he expressed it so straightforwardly that everyone who heard him speak today must be able to feel it.

Hong Lingyu retorted softly: "It's you."

"No." Hong Zhuo was more decisive than him, "I actually don't care what they say. I know today that you don't think of me that way, and I am very satisfied." Hong Zhuo hoarse his voice slightly.

What he has always been worried about is that he did hurt Hong Lingyu once, and those facts cannot be erased, but if Hong Lingyu stands up and says "he didn't", it means that he really doesn't care about those things .

Hongzhuo's chest was filled with a strong sense of satisfaction that he had never felt before. His dark and deep eyes were once unfathomable, but now they are easy to understand, because now there is only one person in them: Hong Lingyu.

There seemed to be an inextinguishable flame burning in his eyes, fueled by sincerity.

On the second day after the court sentenced Hong Lingyu's head teacher, the approval from the school to allow Hong Lingyu not to attend the classroom sign-in came down, and it was directly delivered to Hong's house.It's just that this approval gave much more than what Hong Lingyu asked for. It directly approved him to give him full marks for full attendance without having to sign in for class.

In other words, in order to graduate, he only needs to take the exam and complete the credits.

With such an approval, the meaning of flattery is too obvious.

It took Hong Lingyu a long time, and finally decided not to suspend school - after finding out that the class teacher leaked his information, he originally decided to suspend school directly and retake the entrance examination for another university.

It's just that it's too troublesome, so it's better to go to the tutor that Hong Zhuo mentioned to him before to continue his studies after finishing reading here.

Since this summer, Hong Lingyu has entered the third year of junior high school, and the materials used to apply for universities can already be prepared.

Hong Lingyu's English level is not as good as German, Hong Zhuo specially arranged for him a teacher to come to Hong's house to teach, and Hong Zhuo directly took care of other things for him.

After September, as the school started, Hong Lingyu's self-study at home also started, so Hongzhuo stayed at home most of the time, and occasionally took Hong Lingyu out to relax.

It's just that Hong's cook is very worried recently.He was still paid what he was supposed to be paid, but had no work to do, and his hearth was taken by the people who paid him.

According to the information he gave, this person accurately calculated how much yeast should be added, how much egg yolk and egg white should be added, and then kneaded the dough and waited for fermentation.

"Pour a glass of juice." Hongzhuo's hand, which is usually used to hold a signature pen, is now covered with flour and egg liquid, and it is almost three o'clock in the afternoon. This is the time when Hong Lingyu just finished his oral English class in the afternoon.

A chef who can carve all kinds of flowers from vegetables, shred meat as thin as a cow's hair, and is good at all kinds of Chinese and Western dishes, the only function at the moment is to squeeze a glass of juice with overkill.

Then, when Hong Zhuo was looking for Hong Lingyu, he helped him take care of the dough that was fermenting.

But the problem is... the dough can be put there to ferment by itself, where does he need to watch?If Dough had eyes, the two of them must be staring at each other in boredom at the moment, no one is pleasing to the eyes.

Hong Zhuo went upstairs with fresh juice, and the butler Xiaoqian happened to deliver the spoken language teacher.The speaking teacher is a lady in her 50s, the principal of an English speaking school, and her husband is British.

The two passed by, nodding their heads as a greeting.

In the room, Hong Lingyu stared at the textbook in her hand, a little confused about the Scottish proverb that the old lady just said to herself.

Hong Zhuo put the juice in front of him, and glanced at the proverb that Hong Lingyu had crossed out.

"What's baby thinking?" Hong Zhuo asked knowingly, hoping that Hong Lingyu would ask him for help.

"Think of this word. Teacher Zhao asked me to tell her why this word is used here next time in class." Hong Lingyu said, took a sip of orange juice, really had no idea, sighed and closed the book directly.

Hongzhuo who was still waiting for him to ask for help: "..."

Hong Lingyu suddenly thought of something again: "I want to live in Germany for a while." This is what he just thought of today.When he was learning English in the past two days, he found that if some words and sentences were not in them, it was difficult to understand the personal feelings of the language in those specific scenes.

If he can feel it accurately, he may be able to translate and express it more appropriately.

Hongzhuo nodded: "When does my baby want to go?"

Hong Lingyu thought for a while and replied: "Finish your studies first."

In the evening, Hong Lingyu found an original German movie to watch. Hong Zhuo put the documents aside, then sat on the sofa and turned off the floor lamp.

In the room, only the lights of the family projection were on and off, and the cake made by Hongzhuo himself was still warm on the small table, and a faint fragrance permeated the air.The stars outside the window are vast, and there are occasional insects.

Hong Zhuo has experienced countless dark nights alone, but there has never been a single night that can compare to the warmth of Hong Lingyu when he is by his side.It was Hong Lingyu who made him suddenly realize that in the vast world, he had missed so much.

Taking advantage of Hong Lingyu's fascination, Hong Zhuo held his hand in the palm of his hand, gently played with his palm, or kneaded his joints, or lightly squeezed the most fleshy part of his palm, the movements were full of It is intimacy.

Hong Zhuo's mind was distracted, and he didn't watch the movie. He lowered his head and concentrated on looking at Hong Lingyu's delicate hand.The ten fingers are long and slender, which should be a pair of hands suitable for playing the piano.But now his cute baby is using it to type on the keyboard, and the scene is just as beautiful.

Hong Zhuo's thoughts ran around and ran farther and farther, when he suddenly heard Hong Lingyu cough, and the hand on his palm shrank back.

Hong Lingyu picked up the cake that had just cooled down and took a bite, a small piece of cream stuck to the corner of her mouth.

"Is it delicious?" Hongzhuo asked him.

"Well, it's delicious." Hong Lingyu stared at the cake and nodded blindly.

"Hmm..." The movie didn't know what the plot was, but there was an ambiguous moan that made the face blush and heartbeat.

Hong Zhuo reached out and wiped the cream standing at the corner of his mouth with his thumb, and put it into his mouth when Hong Lingyu looked over, stared at Hong Lingyu closely, and said "um" in a low voice, "It's really delicious .”

Hong Lingyu's hand holding the fork trembled, and the tips of her ears turned red and hot.

Hong Zhuo's face was softened by the projected light, only a pair of eyes were filled with some kind of longing, looking at him fervently.

A bold idea suddenly popped up in Hong Lingyu's mind. As soon as he put the cake down, he pinched Hong Zhuo's shoulder and kissed it.

Hongzhuo didn't realize it for a while, but let Hong Lingyu take the initiative first, and poked a small soft tip of his tongue, with the taste of fresh cream on it, sweet and fragrant, and invaded his heart along the taste buds.

At the same time, the big palms embraced the back of Hong Lingyu's head, deepening the kiss.

Hong Zhuo's kiss was strong and gentle, after the kiss, Hong Lingyu had already leaned back on the sofa, and the hand that had just pinched Hong Zhuo's shoulder was tightly intertwined with his fingers at some point.

"The letter of recommendation is ready." Hong Zhuo suddenly said something that seemed irrelevant.

Hong Lingyu hadn't recovered from that kiss, her face was a little red: "So fast?"

"Yes." Hong Zhuo said, and kissed the corner of his soft lips again, "So dear, is there any reward?" Hong Zhuo said, gently rubbing his fingertips up his wrist, The skin here is extremely soft and smooth, which makes people love it.

Hong Lingyu was obviously the one who took the initiative to kiss someone just now, but now Hong Zhuo took the initiative, and asked nah, "What reward do you want?"

Hong Zhuo kissed the light-colored lips in front of him again, and the sound disappeared from the lips that joined the two: "Eat cake..."

In the room, the projected literary film is playing the scene of the protagonist eating the cake. The cake is fragrant and soft, and there is a white and attractive color in the dim light. Every curve is just right, showing The cake comes in perfect curves.

When the camera cuts back, it reveals the most attractive arc on the cake.The arc goes up along the waistline of the cake, outlining two white and plump cream mounds, and with just a light touch of your finger, the cream mound will sink into a small pit.

The last time Hongzhuo only tasted a little cream on this cake, this time he had a lot more experience eating the cake.

He first sucked the fragrant and sweet cream, revealing the soft meat underneath, but what he was more interested in was the sweet core inside the cake.

Inside is the sweetest honey and the most alluring fruit, the deepest secret of the cake.Hong Zhuo carefully explored and tasted the core of the cake, fearing that the cutlery would hurt his beloved cake, he first broke a piece of cake carefully with his hands, and then slowly dipped his hands in some cream to taste.

In fact, once you support most of the cake, you will find the core inside is much easier.

So Hongzhuo's movements gradually became bolder, and it didn't take long before he finally changed to the tableware, digging, rubbing, and kneading. A small piece of cake trembled gently under his tableware from time to time, completely following his eating rhythm .

The secret of the cake lies in the deepest part.

When Hongzhuo tried repeatedly and finally found the deepest secret, the little cake shook violently with his rummaging, and spread out on the plate covered with cream during the movement.

This is the most perfect cake and dessert that Hong Zhuo has ever eaten.