How Much for a Pound of Cuteness

The time of Shuichi’s work and rest has always been very regular. The first father and Ms. Deng both went to bed early to get up early. After he went to university, Chuzhi went to bed a lot later, but generally at around eleven. Time, before twelve o'clock.

So when Lu Jiaheng was waiting, Chuichi was already a little sleepy.

He didn't get home until almost eleven.

The room door of Hakuchi made a thief, and he looked around.

The house was dark, the night light of the kitchen bar was on, and the doors of the room of the first father and Ms. Deng were tightly closed.

There was no one in the living room. At the beginning, he squeezed his mobile phone and opened the door. He walked through the living room on tiptoe and walked to the entrance of the entrance.

She was worried, pressed the door handle carefully, and opened the security door gently.

The voice-activated lights in the hallway were on, and Hakuchi stood at the door, and soft wool slippers stepped on the door frame, with the handle by the wall, and stretched his head to look out.

Lu Jiaheng leaned against the side wall, hands in his pockets, his upper body slightly arched, his long legs overlapped, and his head dropped slightly.

He heard the sound and turned his head slightly.

Hakuchi blinked, half of his body was hidden in the door, only to look at him with his small head and neck.

Lu Jiaheng didn't speak.

Chuichi did not speak.

She tilted her body a bit sour for a while, and for a while, the other leg also stepped out of the anti-theft door and stood upright, her voice low: "Enough to see?"

Lu Jiaheng lowered his eyes and hooked his lips: "Not enough."

He straightened up and took two steps forward. His jacket was taken off and his arms were stretched close. He just wanted to put her on.

The door opened in the house.

At first, the gardeners stiffened and there was no time to respond.

The sound of the slippers stepping on the floor was very soft, followed by the sound of who came over, and the glass was put on the small bar with a slight sound.

At the beginning, the hairs stood up, stiffened at the door, and turned around.

The father held a kettle in his hand and stood beside the dining table, looking at her.

His first heart beats like thunder, and his hands and feet are soft.

Behind her, Lu Jiaheng's coat jacket was still held up.

Father: "What are you doing standing in front of your door?"

Chu Zhi swallowed, and stammered: "I, I, I, I went downstairs and threw a rubbish."

The first father did not speak, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Lu Jiaheng behind her, looking very curious: "He also goes down to throw garbage?"

"..."

Chuichi: "He runs at night..."

First Father: "..."

At eleven o'clock in the night, Chu Garden's house was brightly lit. On the living room sofa, the first father sat in the middle of the couch, and Ms. Deng sat next to him.

On the single sofa, Lu Jiaheng sat on the edge.

Chukui sat far away from him with a small shoulder.

The four were quiet for a few minutes. The first father's eyes were slanted, looking at Chuzhi, and glancing up and down: "Go back and put on your clothes."

Chuichi bowed his head.

She was wearing long-sleeved pajamas and pyjamas, and the buttons were fastened to the neckline. She did not know where to change them.

At first, he didn't dare to refute. He obediently "oh" and slowly stood up.

Step back three times, watching the landing Jiaheng restlessly, reluctantly rubbing into the room.

She went back to the room and quickly put on a long sweater coat and came out in a hurry.

There was still no one talking in the living room. The first father turned sideways and looked at the landing Jiaheng inexplicably, and Lu Jiaheng couldn't avoid looking at him, his expression looked rather calm.

Chuichi felt nervous about vomiting, fearing that his father would lift the table and beat him directly next second.

She stood pale behind the sofa, and Ms. Chao Deng cast a look for help.

Ms. Deng turned a blind eye, Youzao sat cross-legged on the sofa, picked up the cup on the coffee table, and drank like a cup of tea.

Just when Chuichi felt that he was really going to vomit, his father said.

He speaks very slowly, and it seems to be no different than when he usually talks. It even sounds a bit yozai: "Boy, often run at night?"

Lu Jiaheng: "..."

Chuichi: "..."

Chuichi: "??????"

Chuichi was shocked.

Lu Jiaheng also seemed a bit unresponsive. He was stunned. He hadn't seen Lu Zi, a wild lad, who was a little caught off guard.

He responded quickly, paused for two seconds, calmly said: "It's okay, go occasionally."

The first father tilted his head, his expression even looked a little kind, but just looked carefully at his eyes, all alert and precautionary.

Staring at him like a guard against a thief, it seems that Lu Jiaheng will steal something from their house.

The first father said quietly: "Did you come to sell the quilt last time?"

Chuichi: "..."

Lu Jiaheng didn't move either: "Uncle, I picked up the quilt."

Father: "Live upstairs?"

Lu Jiaheng: "Well."

Father: "How old are you?"

Lu Jiaheng: "Twenty-four."

Father: "I think you are a good boy, do you have a girlfriend? Uncle introduce you to one?"

Lu Jiaheng: "..."

Chuchi couldn't hear it anymore.

These two people just say what I said. My first father asked Lu Jiaheng what he would answer, but he couldn't ask any questions. At first, he felt his nerves collapsed tightly, fearing that the volcano would erupt in one second .

She took a deep breath and simply broke the jar and shattered herself, and walked around from behind the sofa in two steps, blocking Lu Jiaheng.

Two arms are wide open, like the old hen who protects the cubs when the children play the eagle and catch the chicks.

Lu Jiaheng was stunned.

She stood upright in front of him in a majestic manner. Ten seconds later, her shoulders suddenly collapsed, like a deflated little ball, and her small head fell down, snarling: "Dad, this is my boyfriend..."

The first father looked at her sadly.

His eyes were a little trance, a little melancholy, a little sad.

For a long time, he sighed long: "Boyfriend?"

Chuichi lowered his head, did not speak, and looked at his first father as if he had committed a heinous crime.

Ms. Deng had already clicked on melon seeds, and saw her first father's hypocritical look. He couldn't help but rolled his eyes: "Could Yun Yunfei not be like a little girl? Your girl graduated from college soon I can't even look for a boyfriend."

Unusually, the first father did not fight with her at all. He looked at Chu Zhi faintly, turned his eyes, and then looked at Lu Jiaheng. The expression was like a big kid who was robbed by someone else.

Chuichi grew up so big that he was at a loss for the first time when he saw him like this.

Her fingertips tugged at the cuffs of her clothes tightly, and also followed with some sadness, whispering to him: "Daddy..."

The first father did not speak and looked at her very melancholically.

For a long time, he sighed long: "Like him?"

Chuichi lowered his head and said nothing.

The first father was not too stubborn, gambled, a little careful, jealous: "My maiden said when she was a child, she said that she would never marry when she was growing up, and she would stay with her dad without falling in love. , Was deceived by a messy man."

The first father said, looking at Lu Jiaheng, his eyes flashing with resentment.

The first time I saw him, my first father felt that this guy was very handsome, and he was a bit more handsome when he was younger.

Looking at it now, my first father felt that he was really unclear.

Those eyes, those lips, that little white face, and a look of affectionate love.

His little girl's innocence is definitely not his opponent, and he may not be bullied in the future.

A hundred methods flashed in his father's mind that he could not stay in the emperor.

Lu Jiaheng feels that if his eyes can be embodied, he should be full of holes now.

His back was straight, his eyebrows were serious and serious, and the loose frivolousness of his weekdays was all converged, his thin lips pursed, and his temperament changed accordingly.

His voice was slightly pressured, solemn and heavy: "Uncle, I really like Chuchi."

The first father sneered: "What use do you like? Of course my daughter knows me best," he said, turning his head to look at Chuichi, "Do you like him or dad?"

Not thinking about it for the first time, I replied in seconds: "Dad!"

The first father smiled for the first time since tonight, looking a little stolen.

A man in his forties, with such a childish expression, does not seem to be at odds at all.

"..."

Lu Jiaheng once again determined who Churi's character looked like.

The topic was almost the same, it was already half past eleven, and Chuichi started to work early every day, and was too sleepy to open his eyes.

I just felt nervous and didn't feel much. At this time, my first father's attitude softened, and his tense nerves relaxed, and the sleepiness followed.

The first father waved his hand and drove her back to bed.

Set out the meaning of a single chat with Lu Jiaheng.

At first glance, Lu Jiaheng glanced uncomfortably, and whispered: "Dad, he will go to work tomorrow..."

The first father was sad again: "Dad is going to work tomorrow, why don't you care?"

At first, he didn't dare to speak, and Ma Li rolled into the room.

She deliberately opened the door, and the whole person stuck to the door to listen.

There was no sound in the living room. After almost two minutes, my first father said: "Add a contact?"

Chuichi: "..."

Lu Jiaheng was also silent for a while, and then he answered well, and then no one spoke again.

In the living room, only the reminder of WeChat ticked off one after another.

"..."

Chuichi didn't respond a bit.

The two men are now sitting face to face on the sofa, and then added WeChat to start communicating with WeChat?

Hatsuki felt that the world of men is really different.

She rushed back to bed quickly, touched her phone, and also sent WeChat to Lu Jiaheng: Are you communicating on WeChat?

Lu Jiaheng returned after a while: um.

why?

I don’t know, I’m afraid you overhear?

Hakuchi bit her lip, still a little worried.

Before she said something about this in a few times, she looked at her first father's appearance. At first sight, it was not an exaggeration to think that if she really brought a boyfriend home, the first father would really break his leg. .

She turned over and lay flat on the bed, holding her phone in her arms and continuing to ask: What did my dad tell you?

After waiting for two minutes, Lu Jiaheng replied: He asked me to fight off work tomorrow.

Chuichi: "...?"

Shuichi shook his hand, but didn't hold the mobile phone in his hand. With a snap, he just shot it on her face and smashed it **** the bridge of her nose.

The author has something to say:

Your Highness: My Lao Zhang Ren Lu is really wild.