Chapter 70: Boyfriend Powder (Mistake)

Sheng Mingzhi got a good night's sleep for the first time, thinking he might be too excited to sleep all night after hearing Lu Jiayan's confession to him.

On the contrary, not only did he fall asleep, he didn't even dream.

When he woke up, Lu Jiayan was still there.

Sheng Mingzhi can hardly describe the first heartbeat he felt when he opened his eyes and saw him, his eyes fell on Lu Jiayan's face, almost in a trance.

Like an unconscious fascination with something.

Frozen and staring straight on for ages.

Until the soft laughter of Lu Jiayan came from the dimly lit room.

The next second, Sheng Mingzhi snapped back to attention and before he could look away, Lu Jiayan opened his eyes.

The shape of his eyes is beautiful, and it is said that peach blossom eyes, whether smiling or not, are full of emotion.

I don't know about Sheng Mingzhi's eyes, but Lu Jiayan's eyes are indeed like hooks, with the end of the eye tilted up, and his eyebrows are very affectionate, even when looking at a dog, and there is a certain charm for no reason when he is just waking up.

Male vixen.

And shamelessly, trailing off, "Looking so long and not ready to kiss?"

Sheng Mingzhi did not speak.

Lu Jiayan said, "We are now, I think, in a relationship where we can kiss without being asked?"

Spoken as if he had ever asked for his permission when he had wanted to kiss him before.

But Lu Jiayan's words still made Sheng Mingzhi's heart flutter for a moment.

Last night's confession was a dumb confession, and it's only now that he's getting his feet back on the ground a bit.

Yes Oh.

He and Lu Jiayan are no longer in a plastic, fake marriage that can be bought for 50 cents at a kiosk.

Sheng Mingzhi can be jealous and act as he pleases, declaring his ownership of Lu Jiayan to the world.

This freshness made him subtly a little agitated.

His whole body was wrapped around Lu Jiayan.

It is a gesture that is both too protective and too possessive, enclosed in his own territory, and makes him feel very secure.

Lu Jiayan finished the sentence by making a gesture to kiss him.

I should have done so last night, but the effects of a confession of mutual love are mutual, and not only did Sheng Mingzhi not come back to his senses, but his own steady self was in a trance.

Lu Jiayan has always felt that love is not the whole of his life.

Perhaps not even a thousandth of one percent, and he doesn't even need love when necessary.

As a student, when everyone was busy with early love, he already had a clear plan for his future inside.

This planning does not clearly tell him what to do if he falls in love with someone in the future.

Just as he was about to touch Sheng Mingzhi, the other woman misplaced her face and struggled in his arms, "No!"

Sheng Mingzhi's reason for turning him down was good and in character: "I didn't rinse my mouth ......"

Lu Jiayan is not annoyed.

Both of them were actually sober after such a mess.

It's almost time to go to the office.

Sheng Mingzhi is not short, but he is very light and weak when he first wakes up, hanging limply on Lu Jiayan's body.

Help him up, he is still a little tired.

His head hung in a sleepless manner, those fox eyes narrowed, and his hair was dishevelled in character from his thousand and one sleeping positions.

Sheng Mingzhi's feet land on the ground and his toes are pointing everywhere, looking for slippers.

The silk pyjama trousers worn since the summer are rolled up to the base of the thighs, which are fleshy, snow-white and delicate, like spilled milk. At the calf, the leg is straight and beautiful, the ankle can be held in one hand and is as thin as if it were about to break off. The backs of the feet are full and white, with visible veins.

The joints are powdered and appear whiter.

Sheng Mingzhi's body is just like his face.

Good-looking, exquisite to any degree, like a beautiful dummy made of porcelain.

Just not awake and sleepy, he searched for his slippers for ten seconds or so without finding them and became impatient.

This impatience felt like it triggered a hidden thought in him, adding to Sheng Mingzhi's already arrogant nature.

By the time Lu Jiayan turned around, Sheng Mingzhi had completely given up looking for his slippers.

Sitting uprightly on the edge of the bed, she opened her hand for Lu Jiayan to hug, implying the obvious.

Lu Jiayan raised an eyebrow at him.

Sheng Mingzhi opened, "I can't find my slippers."

Lu Jiayan: "So?"

Sheng Mingzhi spoke up regardless, "So you carry me to wash my face, I can't walk anymore I'm too tired to move, come on!"

If the dog man dares not to hold him there, he's dead!

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Lu Jiayan realised what Sheng Mingzhi meant.

He was picked up by Lu Jiayan before his feet even touched the ground, and the little man was quite grumpy as he hung on to him and went back to sleep.

Lu Jiayan pinches him around the waist and places him on the sink.

Sheng Mingzhi's sleepiness returns and he tilts his head against Lu Jiayan's shoulder as he squeezes his toothpaste, intending to fall back asleep.

The buzzing of the electric toothbrush didn't even put him in the spirit.

After brushing his teeth and going back to sleep, Lu Jiayan holds his head and wipes Sheng Mingzhi's face little by little with a towel soaked in water.

When wiping off the toothpaste froth that stains the corners of your mouth.

Lu Jiayan probably understood why some people were so keen on manipulating dolls, and the love and somewhat overwhelming desire to control him reached a sort of saturation point in this moment. Lu Jiayan leaned in and kissed him almost as soon as he had wiped his face.

Sheng Mingzhi, who had by now begun to sit up and sleep, was startled by the sudden kiss.

The sweet scent of toothpaste still lingers in his mouth, and the strong kiss forces him back for a moment, only to have the mirror behind him and Lu Jiayan's right hand clasp the back of his head, leaving him in no position to retreat in the end.

The root of the tongue is a little tingly.

Sheng Mingzhi thought he was kissing too deeply and biting, gagging him for breath.

His heart was beating fast.

There is a feeling of actually being in love.

-

I woke up at around eight and ended up making a mess of the morning before leaving home for the office at twelve.

Sheng Mingzhi's energy was instantly squeezed out of him and he went back to bed to catch up on his sleep.

After a short sleep, however, he saw Lu Jiayan getting dressed and he couldn't lie down again.

The eyes follow Lu Jiayan as he drifts in and out of the room.

When he saw Lu Jiayan about to wear a tie, Sheng Mingzhi got up from the bed in a flash.

Volunteering to raise his hand, "I'll help you."

Lu Jiayan raised an eyebrow at him for a long moment before speaking ambiguously, "You have the strength now?"

It seems to be hard to understand how the little ancestor could have had the whim to do all this tiring work.

Just now he was too tired to move on his own for a while, and after a few strokes he cried and fussed, saying he had no strength.

Sheng Mingzhi was stunned when he realised what Lu Jiayan meant by his words.

The face brushed up to the ears.

Shit.

Old immodesty.

"It's not the same." Sheng Mingzhi spoke back, looking disgusted that Lu Jiayan had never been in love: "Do you know how to fall in love?"

Lu Jiayan was modest and studious: "I haven't talked about it. Why don't Mr. Sheng teach me a little?"

Sheng Mingzhi ticked the box and found Lu Jiayan unmoved.

......

Forget it! He can move himself!

So he knelt on the bed and took a few steps on his knees, tugging at Lu Jiayan's tie to bring him closer to him.

As I got closer, I realised that Lu Jiayan was wearing the same one he had bought for him last time.

Not only that, but the watch is worn as a gift from last night.

He took back what he said about Lu Jiayan not being able to fall in love TvT!

Sheng Mingzhi is a fleshly delight and satisfaction.

And yet, he asked, knowingly, "Don't you have another tie, you've worn this one several times."

"Yes, there is." Lu Jiayan said slowly, "Nothing else is from little Mr. Sheng."

He paused for a second and said deliberately, "Don't want to wear it."

Oh.

You're not hinting that I'm buying you a present, are you?

No money.

Sheng Mingzhi tied his tie in Sanqian.

When he let go, he somehow remembered the time when Lu Jiayan asked him for a good morning kiss.

He felt that he had become a rustic even after hanging out with Lu Jiayan for a long time.

How else could one think of such a thunderous thing at such a critical moment like crazy!

More importantly, he had completely forgotten his first thoughts and thought it seemed, well, not very corny.

Help, little Mr. Sheng has been completely assimilated!

Lu Jiayan seemed to notice that he was distracted and asked, "What's wrong?"

Sheng Mingzhi's expression was one of incoherence: "...... Nothing much."

Half-time.

As Lu Jiayan was about to leave, Sheng Mingzhi suddenly climbed onto his shoulders.

A look of desperation.

Then a quick peck on his lips.

Then it was a swift jump onto the bed and a lightning-fast dive under the covers.

Lu Jiayan, who is still a bit unresponsive, is left.

The next moment, he saw Sheng Mingzhi, who had wrapped himself in a ball and was playing dead under the covers.

He lost a laugh, " Mingzhi ?"

It was as if he was waiting for an explanation.

Halfway through the day, Sheng Mingzhi's muffled voice came from under the covers.

"Good morning kiss good morning kiss good morning kiss. All right, crawl!"

-

Yao Shen has been waiting for us since we left One XiShan.

As a qualified assistant to the president, he knew what to ask and what not to ask when it mattered, and he certainly wouldn't ask his boss the reason why he was asked to come at eight o'clock only to leave at twelve anyway!!!

Yao Shen has suffered a couple of losses on Twitter hotspots, so he's now learned the hard way.

He has a special assistant to keep an eye on Sheng Mingzhi's Twitter feed and report any developments to him.

Last night's hit on the death of the Sheng Mingzhi Society was no exception.

When he first arrived at the office, Yao Shen gave a full account of what had happened.

He even showed Lu Jiayan what Sheng Mingzhi's tweet was about.

The dog's leg is clear.

Lu Jiayan froze when he saw this almost nakedly honest expression of affection. Lu Jiayan froze for a moment when he saw this almost nakedly honest expression of affection.

It occurred to me that no wonder Sheng Mingzhi had been so unusual last night, asking if he had a Twitter account.

Yao Shen finished his report and asked tentatively, "Mr. Lu?"

Lu Jiayan returned to his senses and said lightly, "Hmm. I know, from now on, Second Young Master needs to report anything."

Yao Shen knew he was doing the right thing.

Immediately, he nodded his head, reinforcing his desire to kiss his boss's ass properly.

Lu Jiayan spent an hour and a half going through the morning's pile of documents.

When I had a moment to spare, my mind wandered back to Sheng Mingzhi's tweet.

Like it's not even under your control.

Lu Jiayan opened his phone once more and took this screenshot out to look at it again.

He said he was super into him.

says, always wanted to be with himself.

The corners of his mouth inexplicably lifted.

I can't contain my smugness.

Lu Jiayan re-downloaded Weibo on his phone.

Logged on to his account that he hadn't used in a million years.

It's the same bot number with the user plus numbers, and the last update was his retweet of Sheng Mingzhi's tweet.

User 7025112: "Honey, that's hot. Give me grass."

He is not completely unaware of these internet terms.

Just teasing Sheng Mingzhi, which is quite fun.

However, Lu Jiayan is still not familiar with the way Weibo works.

Only follow Sheng Mingzhi and the Sheng family's official Weibo account.

Looking through Sheng Mingzhi's Weibo feeds over the years, Lu Jiayan has given each one a like.

In that tone of approving documents and retweeting his Twitter comments.

Sheng Mingzhi Sunbathing yacht.

He retweeted: just like it.

Sheng Mingzhi's luxury car.

He retweeted: Didn't you say you didn't like this one last time?

Sheng Mingzhi shows the bracelet he gave us.

He retweeted it, learning from the net: he loves him so much.

Sheng Mingzhi and netizens dislike each other.

He retweeted: Go Mingzhi.

--It's quite serious.

It would have been better if the comment was not about last year's rip-off tweet, which was like a Ming Dynasty sword beheading a Qing Dynasty official.jpg

Go to Sheng Mingzhi's latest tweet showing off his love.

There is a photo of them together and also a photo of the cake.

Lu Jiayan retweeted: It's a good match.

I don't know what came to mind, but Lu Jiayan's eyes lingered on the tweet for a few seconds, and then he looked like a man in love.

I couldn't resist showing off like a show-off, and I posted a dynamic very unreservedly.

@user7025112: @ShengMingzhi, God can't grant your wish, but your husband can.

The accompanying image is a screenshot of Sheng Mingzhi's social death tweet.

The content is clearly his request to the heavens to grant their wish to be together forever.

The result was too many retweets, with big names and keywords, on Sheng Mingzhi's Weibo square.

Some anti-fans stumbled in and saw this tweet of his, and incidentally shocked my mum by commenting that

"I've never seen anything like it, there are still Sheng Mingzhi's boyfriend fans in this world?!!!"