Chapter 66

What was Lu Zheng thinking in his heart, there was no expression on his face, and his tone was also light, "...What does she miss me so much?"

Chang Qing stood up and snatched all the documents in his hand, "Are you really not going home?"

Lu Zheng raised his face and frowned, "Give it back to me."

Chang Qing hugged all those documents in his arms, and his tone was also light, "No."

An impatient expression appeared on Lu Zhen's face again, "What do you want?"

Chang Qing paused, his clear eyes looked straight at him, "I want you to go home."

Lu Zhen: "..."

His heart was slightly hot, his eyes flashed, and his impatient tone became more and more rigid, "...I said I'm busy, don't make trouble."

Chang Qing took out an exquisite lighter from nowhere. He lowered his eyes, fired the lighter, looked at the beating fire for a while, and said, "If you burn these, you won't be busy. ?"

Lu Zhen saw his throat tighten, he stood up, stretched out his hand towards Chang Qing, and said in a low voice: "Enough, give me the things, these can't be burned."

Chang Qing looked up at him, "Are you going home?"

Lu Zhen stretched out his long arms, trying to grab the folder in Chang Qing's hand, but he was dodged by Chang Qing who had been prepared for a long time, and his brows gathered a touch of impatience and dullness, and his voice became a little hoarse, "You Is it unreasonable to make trouble, how many times do you need me to say it before you can listen?"

Chang Qing looked at him with a bit of inquiry in his eyes, "Who is making trouble unreasonably? You have been angry since that day, and until now, am I really making trouble unreasonably?"

Lu Zheng frowned and said calmly, "Could it still be me?"

Chang Qing moved the lighter to the folder and said softly, "I'm really sorry, I made trouble unreasonably."

Lu Zheng's heart skipped a beat, "Stop! Don't really burn me!"

Chang Qing looked at him, "Who is making trouble unreasonably?"

Lu Zhen glanced at him, then quickly looked away, looking elsewhere, his voice lowered, "...Okay, I'm making trouble for no reason, you put it down quickly, don't increase the workload for others."

Chang Qing asked, "Aren't you going home that time?"

Lu Zheng's narrow eyes glanced at his usual clear face again, "...you don't understand anything, I'll go home naturally when I'm free, can I really live outside for the rest of my life?"

Chang Qing squeezed his thumb, closed the lid of the lighter, and said to Lu Zheng, "You lied again, how can you be so busy, aren't you the boss? The boss is the busiest, Zhang Xinyu doesn't work overtime, what are you doing?"

Lu froze for a while, but didn't speak for a long time.

Chang Qing said: "Go home, I know why you are angry, I will pay attention later, okay?"

Lu Zhen glanced at him, and his voice softened, "I said, I'm not angry."

Chang Qing looked at him, "What exactly are you dissatisfied with? Make it clear and honest."

Lu Zheng didn't speak.

Chang Qing said: "I know what you are thinking, because of my status as a widow, it makes you unhappy to contact other men so quickly, isn't it? To be honest, I can understand your mood, and I will always be on this point in the future. It can be noted, but I am also human, it is impossible for me not to contact people, to make friends, maybe in your opinion, it doesn’t matter if you don’t have friends, I can’t, I need friends, I need people who can talk.”

He paused, calmed his breath, and continued: "I have already rejected Qiao Zhenran's side, I can't say absolutely, at least in a short period of time, two or three years, I don't think about it for the time being, I still miss you. Brother, I don't mind that."

Lu Zheng's face suddenly showed a complex expression that Chang Qing couldn't understand, and quickly returned to normal. He finally said, "I see, I will go back."

Chang Qing looked at his face, "Really go back?"

Lu Zhen lifted his eyelids and glanced at him, "Can I lie to you?" After a while, "Give me the file."

Chang Qing hesitated and refused to give it, Lu Zheng laughed angrily, and snatched a stack of documents from his hand, "Okay, if you're brave enough, you will learn to threaten me."

Chang Qing was robbed of the documents by him, and when he saw him smiling, he also smiled, "Don't be angry, you never go home, and I feel uncomfortable, as if I stole your home."

Lu Zheng corrected gently, "That's your home too."

Chang Qing confirmed again: "Are you really going back?"

Lu Zheng sat back and said without looking up, "Is it any good to lie to you?"

Chang Qing nodded and said, "I'll wait for you to go home after get off work."

Lu Zhen: "..."

Lu Zhen raised his eyes and glanced at him, as if he didn't know what to say, and silently lowered his head again.

Chang Qing looked around, "Your office is really big, do you mind if I walk around?"

Lu Zheng said, "Whatever."

Chang Qing got up, walked around Nuoda's office, saw a door on the right, and asked Lu Zhen, "This is the bedroom?"

Lu Zhen glanced at it and said, "The lounge."

Chang Qing was a little curious, reached out and opened the door to go in. It was wrong to say that this place was the lounge. As soon as he entered the door, it was the living room of Nuoda, which was at least 70 to 80 square meters. The class facility, going inside, has two doors.

Chang Qing opened a door on the left, which was the bedroom. The style of the bedroom was also European-style. Shirts, ties, and boxer briefs were scattered on the gray bed.

Chang Qing hesitated for a while, then walked out of the lounge and asked Lu Zhen, "You're staying in the lounge these days?"

Lu Deng paused for a moment, as if he also remembered something, he straightened his back immediately, and said in a bad tone, "You entered the bedroom?"

Chang Qing nodded, "Is the clothes on the bed clean or dirty?"

Lu Zhen's white cheeks, as if it was just an illusion, were slightly reddish by the light, and he was a little annoyed, "...clean, don't worry about it."

Chang Qing looked at his face, "...Is it dirty? After all, this is just a lounge. How do you wash and dry your clothes when you live here?"

Chang Qing had seen it, there was no balcony in this lounge, not even a washing machine, and there was no one here to serve Lu Zheng, even if he could wash it himself, there was no place to dry it.

Lu Zhen gritted his teeth and insisted: "It's clean, you don't have to worry about it."

Chang Qing had an "I understand it all" expression, "After get off work, you pack up all the dirty clothes and take them back to Sun Yi to wash."

Sun Yi is the nanny of the Lu family, who does laundry for them.

Lu Zheng was speechless, and after a while, he said, "Let's talk about it."

Seeing his expression, Chang Qing paused, knowing that he was going to be annoyed, so he closed his mouth.

Lu Zheng was at work, and Chang Qing could not disturb him, so he went into the lounge, took a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet, washed a wine glass, and drank two glasses. .

He put down the wine glass, walked to the sofa, and lay down. It was only after two o'clock now, and Lu Zheng got off work at five or six o'clock.

Chang Qing calculated well, and his eyelids became heavy as he wished. He closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.

He slept this time, and sure enough, he slept until evening. He woke up naturally. When he woke up, he saw a figure in front of him in a daze. He rubbed his eyes and called out Lu Zhen's name in a hoarse voice.

"Yeah." Lu Zheng replied.

Chang Qing sat up, still unable to open his eyes, he asked, "What time is it now?"

Lu Zhen replied, "It's twenty past five."

Chang Qing stretched his waist and let out a comfortable sigh from his throat.

Seeing his action, Lu Zheng quickly turned his eyes away and said, "Go wash your face, you are so stupid."

Chang Qing was stunned for a moment, and a smile appeared in the corner of his eyes, "Do you still hold revenge?"

Lu Zhen said lightly, "Do you think I'm you?"

Chang Qing stood up, stretched again, turned around, and muttered, "I'm getting old, right? I'm so tired after sleeping."

Lu Zheng didn't listen carefully to what he said. Seeing that he didn't move, he urged, "Hurry up."

Chang Qing glanced at him and got into the bathroom.

He turned on the water, washed his face, wiped off the water droplets on his face, looked down, and saw a few clothes in the dirty laundry basket next to him, stunned for a moment, and laughed.

Lu Zhen has never been so sloppy before, and living outside here is really wronging him.

Chang Qing hesitated for a moment, then bent down and poured the dirty clothes into the sink.

Lu Zheng came over and knocked on the door, his tone a little impatient, "Are you okay? Washing for so long?"

Chang Qing said, "I'll wash the dirty clothes here for you, so you don't have to take them back and make Sun Yi laugh."

Lu Zhen who was outside the door was silent for a while, then pushed the door abruptly and entered, the volume increased a degree, "Don't worry, I will wash it myself."

Chang Qing glanced at him, "But you didn't wash it. The clothes have been left for more than two days, and they will become moldy and smelly."

Lu Zhen was rarely so sloppy, but he really didn't wash his clothes much, so he left it for a few days... No, it was only two days.

His eyes flickered, and a faint blush appeared on his cheeks, and he became extremely embarrassed, "Enough, you don't know how to avoid it? I'm also a man, what do you wash for me? I need you to wash for me. How old are you than me, and you don't know if you can do some things?"

Chang Qing was a little embarrassed to see his reaction so big. He pretended to be relaxed and said, "I'll wash the big ones for you. You wash the underwear yourself... Is this the head office?"

Lu Zheng's eyes had an indescribable taste. He avoided Chang Qing's gaze, took a deep breath, and said, "What are you worrying about? I will wash it myself."

Chang Qing lowered his eyes, "I know it's taboo, but your dirty clothes basket is all shirts and no underwear. You don't need to be too taboo to take this as a normal thing, right?"

Lu Zheng didn't speak.

Chang Qing urged him, "I'll wash it faster. After I wash it, I can put it on the bar to dry it. If it can be dried in the sun, I can bring it back. Don't you feel ashamed?"

Only then did Lu Zhen move. He came over and took the clothes from Chang Qing's hand, "I'm not an idiot, I can wash it myself, don't worry about it."

Chang Qing gave him his seat, then turned around and went to his bedroom, rolled up all the clothes he had scattered on the bed, and took it to the bathroom, "These are also washed together, can you wash them?"

Lu Zheng said in a bad tone: "Yes, I wash my own clothes when I study at school."

Chang Qing only then let go: "Then you can wash it. After washing, clean it three or four times."

Lu Zhen glanced at him impatiently, "I know, you don't need to teach me."

Chang Qing also glanced at him and said softly, "Don't be angry, I'm a little bit worried. If you don't like me, I won't care about you so much in the future."

Lu Deng paused for a moment, and made a soft "hmm" sound.

The author has something to say: I don't know why I always put off writing at night... Hematemesis, there is one more update!

Push the phantom article that Jiyou has already opened: After reading the book, I fell in love with an old man in the fairy world by Rabbit Moon Pass

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the end of the world

The survivors have spent ten years of apocalyptic life in mourning, and when the new century is about to usher in a tragic novel,

sadism

In Dog Blood Cultivation.

And he became a disciple of the notorious evil sect in the book, the Hehuan Sect.

In order to get home, he had to start running wildly on the road... everywhere to death.

Since then, preventing pits, cheating, and even mourning has become a top priority for all male cultivators to consider when they go out.

Lian Mourning: My goal is to search all over the world of immortals and find a good man to go home with!

A certain devil: What do you think of this deity? In the immortal world, the deity is called a boss.

Lian Mou: Then you must be very old, right? I don't like old men!

A certain devil: ...the whole body is low in pressure, and it is a precursor to the innocent.

The monks cried and advised: Lian mourns Shangjun, in a world with an average age of more than 500 years old, your man is really not old!