Chapter 48: Showing affection

Suddenly, Sheng Mingzhi's throat felt like it was blocked by something, and he could not utter a single syllable.

Not only that, but his heart felt like it was being clenched by a hand so tightly that he couldn't breathe.

I've seen Lu Jiayan's spiritedness, and I've seen him at ease.

I remember men who spoke and acted as if they could do anything without being rushed.

This is the first time he has seen Lu Jiayan in such a vulnerable state.

The heart slowly recovers from its tightened state, beating one by one.

Sheng Mingzhi opened his mouth several times, not knowing what to say.

It was a good thing Lu Jiayan fell into silence after these words, indulging himself in general, enjoying the warmth of Sheng Mingzhi's body with reckless abandon.

The balcony garden is adequately heated, but both are dressed in thin clothing.

Snuggled together, it's a bit like keeping warm.

OK.

In fact, Sheng Mingzhi is not very good at comforting people either.

He was very good at cursing, but when he saw how upset Lu Jiayan was, he searched his heart and soul for a long time, but he only said in a small, dry voice, "Don't be upset."

As if empathising, Sheng Mingzhi's voice was muffled, and after some thought, he tried to say, "Sheng Jia isn't really bankrupt, is she?"

He couldn't think of anything that would upset Lu Jiayan so much, other than Sheng Jia's bankruptcy.

After all, in this man's mind, work is a more important existence than his wife.

Lu Jiayan gave another stifled laugh, amused by Sheng Mingzhi's persistent speculation.

Somehow, it was as if all those sordid pasts had vanished around his young lover by marriage.

"Don't worry. Sheng Jia can afford to feed you even if she goes bankrupt." Lu Jiayan seemed to think he was innocent and cute, and rubbed his shoulder: "I'll feed you even if I have to beg for food."

...... is not so miserable!

Sheng Mingzhi found conscience and muttered, "I have money, and I don't need you to feed me."

He thought about it and decided to be honest: "The one before that I'll divorce you if you go bankrupt was a lie, don't get too stressed."

Sheng Mingzhi racked his brains and realised he wasn't very rich either, so he rigorously amended: "I'll steal my brother's money to feed you."

I don't know what Lu Jiayan's point is with this statement.

The man paused, then burst out laughing, and laughed so wildly that his peach blossom eyes curved into little bridges.

Perhaps it was his inexplicable interruption that comforted Lu Jiayan.

Or perhaps Lu Jiayan is not a person who is naturally good at exposing his vulnerability.

Even in the presence of his married lover, he only briefly loses his temper.

It soon reverted to its usual appearance.

That flash of vulnerability and trembling.

It is like a hallucination created by Sheng Mingzhi.

On this night, Lu Jiayan was a rare man in bed and did not make a move on him.

Just hold Sheng Mingzhi tightly in his arms, as if he were holding the only charcoal fire in the middle of winter.

Sheng Mingzhi actually felt a little uncomfortable holding him like this.

He waited for Lu Jiayan to fall asleep before adjusting his posture and lifting his head slightly to take in Lu Jiayan's features by the faint glow of the nightlight.

The man looks considerably younger than usual when he is asleep.

Sheng Mingzhi is always dissing Lu Jiayan's age, but in reality Lu Jiayan is not old at all, and even in the entertainment industry, her face is still a cut above the rest.

If you're really broke, you can still make a living as a Little Bai face.

When the time comes, you'll pay for him to do whatever you want ......

As he thought about it, Sheng Mingzhi was not so bad.

He reached out and traced Lu Jiayan's profile, from the eyelashes to the bridge of his nose and then to his lips.

Staring at him with a fascination she didn't even notice herself.

It was only after a long time that he gave up his little antics and found a comfortable sleeping position in Lu Jiayan's arms.

-

When Sheng Mingzhi woke up early the next morning, Lu Jiayan had not left for the first time.

Both of them tacitly did not mention what happened last night, but there was just a few more inexplicable ambiguities in the air.

It makes Sheng Mingzhi very unnatural.

Sheng Jia has already started her New Year's holiday and tonight is New Year's Eve, so Sheng Mingzhi has to go with Lu Jiayan to see her grandfather at the Lu family's old house.

By the time he had finished washing up, Lu Jiayan was already standing at the centre island table, starting to cook the porridge.

Thinking about last night, Sheng Mingzhi suddenly felt slightly wasted in this household.

When you think about it, Lu Jiayan has been cooking and looking after the two of them for almost all of the three years since their marriage.

Is it possible that you've been a homemaker for too long and are under psychological pressure?

Sheng Mingzhi ponders silently.

He shuffled over to the centre island desk in his slippers and volunteered, " Brother Jiayan, is there anything I can do to help?"

Lu Jiayan gave him a look and said casually, "Help out with dinner."

Sheng Mingzhi: ......

He's seriously here to help, okay!

What's with this shitty attitude of the dog man?

When Sheng Mingzhi was a child, he volunteered to help his brother make dumplings, and his brother gave him a piece of dumpling skin to play with.

He's twenty-two, not twelve!

But breakfast was ready and Sheng Mingzhi really didn't help.

He then diligently took the dishes and set them on the table.

After eating, Lu Jiayan washes the dishes and then returns to the living room while wiping his hands.

Sheng Mingzhi, still in his casual home clothes, sat upright on the sofa and brought out the comfort he had been thinking about all night, saying seriously, "Actually, I've just thought hard about it, and you're quite handsome. If Sheng Jia goes bankrupt, you should be able to make a good living as a Little Bai face in the entertainment industry."

Lu Jiayan paused and couldn't help but laugh a little, so he hid his laughter and took it in stride, "But I don't have a backstage, so I can't make it in the entertainment industry, what should I do?"

He paused, his eyes falling on Sheng Mingzhi's half-open neckline, his skin slippery. The man's voice was lazy, trailing off with a hook as he said suggestively, "Why don't little Mr. Sheng take me with him?"

Mr. Sheng Jr. is a hard man to protect in the entertainment industry, thank you.

He was speechless, "How do I take you?"

Lu Jiayan curled his lips and said, "Didn't you say I was good looking, why don't you adopt me?"

Sheng Mingzhi: ......

Surely you can't expect any kind words from this dog of a man, why is he so ungentlemanly?

What a lack of ambition, Lu Jiayan!

How can you be in the entertainment industry and still want to be adopted! You're so depraved!

However.

It's not a no-no.

Presumably, he saw Sheng Mingzhi's dilemma.

Lu Jiayan sits next to him, closer to him.

Compelled in general, he whispered inquiring, "How was it?"

Not good.

The next second, Sheng Mingzhi was dazed and confused and was kissed on both lips.

He found that he always had a hard time saying no to Lu Jiayan.

Perhaps it was the fact that the other man had a face that was hard to resist, especially those peach blossom eyes, which were full of affection all the time, and whose eyelashes twitched like a discharge.

The shower I had taken this morning was wasted again.

It's been a while since we last had sex and Sheng Mingzhi's body is still a bit overwhelmed and very bruised.

Only later did it gradually open up, like a crumpled piece of white paper coloured by Lu Jiayan.

The morning went by in a ghostly fashion.

Sheng Mingzhi was so exhausted that he couldn't even go to the bath, so Lu Jiayan carried him up to the first floor.

The result was a shower that took another hour or so.

By the time it was over, it was 2pm.

Sheng Mingzhi is weak and has no strength at all. It felt like I had just gotten up and was lying back in bed again.

And out of the madness, Sheng Mingzhi remembered what he had done only afterwards.

It was too dangerous to be messing around with Lu Jiayan in the living room in broad daylight. One XiShan has many floor-to-ceiling windows on the ground floor, and although you can't see in from the outside, the level of danger is too much.

Moreover, Lu Jiayan had just coaxed him to the window.

In case someone walks by ......

Sheng Mingzhi can't even think about it, his face is hot and rolling.

Shit.

Where did this old pervert learn so many tricks?

He took a sip of glucose, then suddenly remembered something and took out his mobile phone and transferred the only 200,000 he had on his card to Lu Jiayan.

Lu Jiayan simply cleans up the living room and heads upstairs. The moment he pushes open the bedroom door, his phone buzzes.

When he saw the transfer record, he raised his eyebrows and his eyes fell on Sheng Mingzhi.

Noticing his gaze, Sheng Mingzhi sat on the bed for a moment in thought and explained, "It's just that, didn't you ask me to cover for you."

He stumbled over his words, "A little for you first."

Lu Jiayan was stunned, probably because he did not expect such a good thing to happen in the world.

People who sleep with people and then transfer money to them.

Lu Jiayan laughed and said slowly, "This is not all Mr. Sheng's salary, is it?"

Sheng Mingzhi: ......

What do you mean by that tone of voice?

Don't you think I'm paid for my work?

Of course, he is paid more than 200,000 for the film.

It was just that by the end of the year, it was all spent by him.

Without waiting for Sheng Mingzhi's reply, Lu Jiayan asked himself and laughed, "Does that mean that I am quite pleasing to little Mr. Sheng?"

All slept with little Mr. Sheng throwing his money around and dumping his family.

Sheng Mingzhi Once again: ......

He choked, "Will you stop being so shameless."

Lu Jiayan sighed, "In our line of work, we're all out selling our bodies. What face do we need when we've already sold our bodies?"

Well said and sensible.

Sheng Mingzhi was unable to refute this for a moment.

He doesn't bother with Lu Jiayan and gets out of bed to change into his dinner clothes.

As a result, just as I got out of bed, my phone vibrated.

Sheng Mingzhi froze as soon as he read the message.

Lu Jiayan gave him a transfer of two million.

He gave him an inexplicable look.

Lu Jiayan explains slowly, "Save it for the next time you have to adopt me."

Self-produced, so business-minded.

...... And, it's not worth it to be upside down with us, thanks.

-

On New Year's Eve, as in previous years, not many people from outside the Lu family came, but all the immediate family members did.

Sheng Mingzhi plays the role of a very considerate and understanding lover to the Lu family, and is outwardly affectionate with Lu Jiayan in a way that doesn't reveal any flawed performance.

He said that the country's leading directors should follow him to the Lu family's New Year's Eve dinner.

Take a good look at his superb performance, which is definitely 10,000 times better than his usual performance and is the pinnacle of young Mr. Sheng's acting skills.

The only downside is that Sheng Mingzhi is an inopportune reminder of Lu Jiayan's return to China a few months ago.

The two plastic ones were mistaken for each other at the birthday party of Old Lu's 80th birthday.

He still looks back on it now and feels embarrassed.

It's a good thing Lu Xiao isn't here today, otherwise Sheng Mingzhi's embarrassment would have doubled.

Toast, eat and receive a red packet.

New Year's Eve dinner soon came to a close.

Since he and Lu Jiayan are both men, no one at the dinner table asked when they were expecting a child.

The most nosy little aunt only picked out some trivial matters of life to ask about, and at the family dinner, everyone tacitly avoided the topic of business.

Even so, the meal was a bit tougher.

Sheng Mingzhi has only a superficial knowledge of the Lu family's infighting.

The sometimes stiff, sometimes false politeness of the meal made him uncomfortable.

Sheng Mingzhi breathed a long sigh of relief when it finally came to an end.

Lu Jiayan noticed it and inclined his head to ask, "Is it uncomfortable?"

Sheng Mingzhi hesitated for a second: "...... is okay."

He muttered, "What can I do if I'm not used to it, can't you divorce me?"

Not a bad way to go either.

In the old days, Lu Jiayan would have had to say something in return.

But when he heard the word "divorce" from Sheng Mingzhi's lips, he suddenly found it a little hard to bear.

The discomfort had become so strong that it was beginning to affect his sanity.

Sheng Mingzhi doesn't notice Lu Jiayan's sudden silence and picks up his phone to select a photo.

New Year's Eve is bound to be a tweeting business, even if the eighteenth line of small pasteby is no exception.

Not to mention the fact that Lu Jiayan had just given him a ring that he hadn't even sent out to show off yet.

As soon as I opened Weibo, Sheng Mingzhi's comment @ was overflowing.

It made him almost think he'd been cyberstormed again.

When I looked at them, they were all forwarding to worship him for good luck.

"Retweet this Sheng Mingzhi and the people you hate will have bad luck too."

Sheng Mingzhi was stunned: ?

It turns out that there was a thread on DouBan a few days ago, and somehow I started sorting out the melons I've entertained this year.

Sheng Mingzhi was found to have the lion's share.

Not only that, but in the process of sorting it out, the netizens found that almost everyone who went against Sheng Mingzhi was out of luck.

First Qiao Yan Huo Yuzhe was completely battered, then Yu Jie Mei Mei was banned, and even the five-virtuous variety show was permanently suspended from broadcasting. But Sheng Mingzhi, who was in the middle of a bloody storm, emerged unscathed.

The comments are in shock.

"The little wanker has a bit of metaphysics on his side."

"Family, I believe it."

"Chosen lucky lot, retweet this Sheng Mingzhi and all the people you hate are out of luck."

"Good, it's back to the no-spin-is-not-Chinese part."

......

Sheng Mingzhi got bored after two pages and switched to the photo album, selecting eight pictures, all of which were recent life photos.

And the New Year's Eve dinner I just took. I couldn't choose the last selfie.

He handed Lu Jiayan his phone: "Which photo do you think looks good?"

Lu Jiayan looks down at the two almost identical selfies in front of her.

I hesitated for a second, wanting to say "what's the difference between these two"?

But somehow he had a hunch that Sheng Mingzhi would be absolutely furious if he said that.

So calmly, slowly, he pointed to one, "They all look good. But this one is better."

I have to say that this is the perfect answer to Sheng Mingzhi's heart.

Satisfied, he put the selfie up and prepared to tweet it.

However, Sheng Mingzhi hesitated again a second before sending it.

He peeked at Lu Jiayan beside him and subconsciously switched to his photo album, flipping out a photo he had taken with Lu Jiayan earlier.

When they say they are posing for a photo, they are really just interlocking fingers.

It was taken on a whim by Sheng Mingzhi one morning and has been sitting in an album collecting dust.

With the bed in the background, the light is just right.

His hands are smaller and whiter than Lu Jiayan's, but they are both well-boned, with long, slender fingers that are pleasing to the eye.

A few seconds later, Sheng Mingzhi put this photo up anyway.

Then click on the tweet and send.

@ Sheng Mingzhi: Good New Year ^0^ (except for those who have scolded me)

It's probably because by New Year's Eve, the internet is less hostile.

It didn't take long for Sheng Mingzhi to post the following comment, which gradually became more and more frequent.

"Happy New Year (except Sheng Mingzhi)"

[Don't force the fan on the big day.]

"Hate to wear a diamond ring around your neck, don't be too pretentious."

[You're sour.]

"Is that you and your husband in the one with the interlocking fingers?"

[Hmm.]

"I'm surprised your husband can stand your temper and hasn't divorced you by now?"

[None of your business, crawl.]

"Eight million fans on Weibo, no sweepstakes benefits?"

[Draw a dad to send you, that's me.]

......

The clock struck zero after the tweet replied to the netizens' comments.

Sheng Mingzhi's WeChat also vibrated like crazy, receiving all sorts of messages of good luck.

He then replied to a couple of good contacts, and Shen Ling had a chat with him for a while.

[How did your last try go?

Ever since he told Shen Ling that he thought Lu Jiayan seemed to like him a bit.

Shen Ling was quite concerned about this and asked about it casually.

If you don't ask, Sheng Mingzhi thinks of that kiss again.

He.

[That's all.]

[It doesn't feel annoying either.]

Shen Ling: [ Lu Jiayan doesn't hate you in the first place, does he? Why else would he have joined you in marriage?

Shen Ling: [But Po, I mean, what if, if he really likes you, what are you going to do?

What else can you do when you're already married.

Sheng Mingzhi saw this line and inexplicably got a little hot in the face.

He tilted his phone screen slightly to his side for fear of being seen by Lu Jiayan.

[Live it up, can you still divorce.

Shen Ling: [......]

Shen Ling: [I mean, so do you like him?

If it is simply a business association forget it.

But whoever has to move first will lose first.

The most important thing in a relationship is not to win or lose.

That is why people are often greedy creatures.

At first, he just wanted to be together and that was it, then he wasn't satisfied and wanted him to like him again.

Sheng Mingzhi did not respond to this question from Shen Ling.

Swiped through my friends with nothing to do.

Not knowing what to think of, he selected a few photos and prepared to post the dynamic.

Unlike the carefully selected lifestyle photos on Weibo, Sheng Mingzhi's photos in his circle of friends are basically unpatterned - two selfies, one of his New Year's Eve dinner and one of Lu Jiayan's sleeping face.

It was also stolen from him on a whim.

In the copy edit box, you cut down from a hundred words to fifty, and finally to a short sentence.

In the end, he deleted the selfie and the New Year's Eve dinner, leaving only the photo of Lu Jiayan's sleeping face, and then added a photo of New Year's fireworks.

Halfway through the day, he chose to block Lu Jiayan alone - almost half of Sheng Mingzhi's circle of friends had blocked Lu Jiayan.

It's not anything else, it's just that I don't want him to see it.

After blocking, click Send.

Sheng Mingzhi: Advance booking for every year of Brother Lu, hehehe (sprinkles)

[Photo].

His face was still a little hot after the hair.

As a result, after waiting for half a day, he didn't wait for anyone to give him a nod.

What's going on at ......?

Shit.

Is it too much of a show of affection?

The starry-eyed Mr. Sheng has never been treated so badly in his circle of friends.

Stunned.

Unbelieving, Sheng Mingzhi chatted directly with Shen Ling and pressed her.

[Quickly like the circle of friends I just posted (smile)]

As soon as Shen Ling saw that Sheng Mingzhi's tone was not right, she quickly replied.

[Yes, Your Highness (puppy salute)]

Withdraw a message.

[A good treasure!

Sheng Mingzhi waited for a few seconds.

Shen Ling: [Didn't see that?

Shen Ling: [Screenshot].

The screenshot is from Sheng Mingzhi's circle of friends.

The latest update showing him is from two days ago.

He froze.

The heart suddenly had a bad feeling.

Sheng Mingzhi inwardly said, "I'm going to be a grass, I'm going to be a grass".

In a hurry, I clicked on my friends and the most horrible thing happened.

The option to block Lu Jiayan has been made visible to Lu Jiayan only.

......

......

Yet misfortune does not come in small packages.

The next minute, Sheng Mingzhi's latest update was liked.

Only Lu Jiayan can see it.

Who else but him did the nod.

Mr. Sheng, Jr. died on the spot.

As if on cue, he looks up and sees Lu Jiayan looking at him.

Peachy-eyed and smiling, still holding the phone.

Sheng Mingzhi: ......

He thought that was the end of the social death of his circle of friends for the day.

But Lu Jiayan took a screenshot of his message and posted it to his friends.

The old man's circle of friends is basically full of retweets, financial news related to Sheng Jia.

You can't send two a year.

So this New Year's Day, Lu Jiayan's business friends are suddenly swept up in his developments.

Lu Jiayan: Remember not to forget to make reservations for the next life.

[Photo].