Chapter 9: Old Head Music

Sheng Mingzhi's body stiffens for a moment.

Lu Jiayan was just across the road from him, and he was somehow a bit wary, glancing back subconsciously, but Huo Yuzhe had already left.

etc.

So what if Huo Yuzhe doesn't leave? It's not like he has anything to do with Huo Yuzhe.

Moreover, even if there is a relationship, with Lu Jiayan's status as a plastic husband, does he have any control over him?

Sheng Mingzhi, instantly sensible and angry, crossed the road in three or two steps and lifted his chin slightly: "What are you doing here?"

Lu Jiayan, with no expression, still looking the same, said lazily back, "Am I disturbing you two?"

......

......

And he did see it.

"I work with him ......" Sheng Mingzhi began, but halfway through his explanation, he felt puzzled: no, why am I explaining to him?

There's no point in explaining this plastic husband and wife thing they have going on!

So Sheng Mingzhi immediately stopped the conversation and raised his voice: "You haven't answered my question, why are you here?"

It was clear that he had done something wrong, but by the tone of his voice, he was questioning Lu Jiayan instead.

Lu Jiayan raised his eyes and his voice trailed off, "A walk."

Sheng Mingzhi: ......

He swallowed the words "What's wrong with you? He said calmly, "You drove 24 kilometres from YunJing East to YunJing West just to come for a walk? Who would believe it? Are you lying to puppies?"

"Yeah."

Sheng Mingzhi was stunned.

Immediately realising that he had fallen for Lu Jiayan's trap, he was about to retort in anger when he heard Lu Jiayan speak in a drawn-out voice, asking knowingly, "You can't be here to pick you up from work anyway, can you?"

Dog man, no sarcasm is no way to speak.

Sheng Mingzhi spat in his mind, but was also a little surprised that he was really here to pick him up from work.

If you are picking him up, then talk properly, why do you have to be so shady.

But he didn't expect Lu Jiayan, a workaholic, to drop his work and come to pick him up one day, so he felt a little better.

Temporarily forgive the other man's cunning.

He pulled the door open and was about to get in when he suddenly paused and remembered a very important question, "How long have you been here?"

I don't think ...... heard his conversation with Huo Yuzhe just now.

It's not a bad thing to say though.

But Sheng Mingzhi is inexplicably a bit vain.

He himself has bad ears and so he judges himself by thinking that everyone is as intermittently deaf as he is.

The next moment Sheng Mingzhi's expectations were dashed when he heard Lu Jiayan's laugh, which sounded cold and unsympathetic: "It's been quite a while. If I'd come later, I wouldn't have known I had such a big son."

Sheng Mingzhi's expression froze for a moment, even as a faint hint of embarrassment hung in the air.

He glanced silently at Lu Jiayan, "You heard everything just now, didn't you?"

The little expression was quite aggressive.

Who is the aggrieved party? Lu Jiayan was so angry with him.

"Hmm?" Lu Jiayan's peach blossom eyes looked over, the end of his eyes trailing off with some warmth, and his tone was mean as hell: "What do you hear? Do you like dominant wolfdogs, or do you like younger ones? After all, you're looking for a date, not a father for yourself?"

......

Didn't you hear it all!

Sheng Mingzhi was silent for a while.

Lu Jiayan looked at him with raised eyebrows, and then the little ancestor suddenly spoke, "Just. I didn't mean to say that either."

Sheng Mingzhi looks up at him, his upper eye line very visible, looking a little innocent.

But the words that came out of his mouth didn't match his expression at all, justifying them, "And you shouldn't think I'm saying anything hard."

He paused and spoke firmly, "After all, the truth is all hard to hear."

Lu Jiayan: ......

Where had he just gotten the illusion from?

Think this little ancestor was planning to apologise to him?

Sheng Mingzhi pulled open the door and got into the passenger seat before Lu Jiayan could react.

Anyway, he was already on the bus, so even if Lu Jiayan was angry, he couldn't be kicked off.

Within seconds of sitting down, Lu Jiayan got into the car from the main driver's side.

It seems to have been decided on the spur of the moment to come and pick him up, without even calling a driver.

Sheng Mingzhi saw him driving in the afterglow, and his heart jumped and he was in a bit of a trance.

The last time I saw Lu Jiayan drive a car was many years ago. At that time he was still in his first year of school, Lu Jiayan had just got his driving licence and the passenger seat was not his - it was his brother Sheng Xu who had always occupied it.

Lu Jiayan and Sheng Xu were in the same class in high school, one at the top of their age and one at the bottom.

The bottom one is Sheng Xu.

Sheng Mingzhi suddenly remembered this with a cold grunt from Mo.

Because of this, as a child, he thought Lu Jiayan was his sister-in-law, but when the truth came out, he was ridiculed by Lu Jiayan and his brother, making him feel ashamed.

As expected, Lu Jiayan, an old dog, has had a dark heart since he was a child.

Even a good-hearted, poor, innocent junior high school student like him is deceived.

Perhaps remembering old times, Sheng Mingzhi looks as if he is staring intently into the car window.

At that very moment, in the cold light of day, he saw Lu Jiayan's silhouette.

The other half of his body was off the main driver and leaning towards him.

In the confined space, the pose is aggressive and ambiguous, and Sheng Mingzhi can almost smell the faint scent of Lu Jiayan's clothes.

Sheng Mingzhi knew that Lu Jiayan did not wear perfume much.

The smell on the body should be the woody fragrance that remains on the suit after washing.

He was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted, snapping back to attention and leaning back warily, like a frightened little animal.

Just as he was about to grab Lu Jiayan's outstretched wrist in the next moment, the other man simply pulled the seatbelt on for him and fastened it securely.

Lu Jiayan did all this in a fluid manner, then looked at Sheng Mingzhi's hostile expression and paused for a moment before asking, with a deeper meaning, "What are you nervous about?"

It took Sheng Mingzhi a moment to realize that Lu Jiayan was buckling his seatbelt, and he thought-

"Who's nervous?" Sheng Mingzhi glared at him, but the sound of his jumbled heartbeat betrayed him, frightened.

"Look at you." Lu Jiayan glanced at him faintly, his tone inexplicably indelicate: "You don't think I'm going to kiss you, do you?"

Sheng Mingzhi: ......

Who will use a ruler to measure the thickness of this brother's cheek?

Halfway through the day, Lu Jiayan's soft laughter suddenly rang out in the carriage.

"Nice try."

......

Sheng Mingzhi, Murderer, Calm.

He took a deep breath and stared ahead with an expressionless face.

Then lowered his head and took out his phone.

Lu Jiayan gave him another look, "Not so much as to post it in his circle of friends to brag about it."

Sheng Mingzhi's head buzzed with anger, and he typed so hard he could have crushed his phone screen, gritting his back teeth, "You're overthinking it. I was just sending a message to my agent."

Lu Jiayan: "Sending what message?"

Sheng Mingzhi suddenly squeezed out an innocent smile and spoke in a brisk tone, "Tell him that my dad is coming to pick me up from work himself today, so he doesn't have to wait for me."

Lu Jiayan: ......

-

It was 6pm when Lu Jiayan picked up Sheng Mingzhi and the two had a dinner out.

Sheng Mingzhi's anger was almost gone by the time he got back to One XiShan because of the extraordinarily good dinner.

All along the way, I held my phone and took pictures.

The last few pictures Lu Jiayan took of him, which were barely noticeable, were posed next to a Lamborghini, and today's dinner brings us to six pictures in total.

In the last selfie, Sheng Mingzhi is a bit hard to pick out.

In the photo he is facing the camera, wearing a lavender co-branded hoodie, showing off his standard eight tooth smile, curved to the exact decimal point, ensuring that every inch of the handsome man's face is looking good.

Of course, the sparkling and understated wedding ring on his ring finger and the $2,000 Vacheron Constantin that Lu Jiayan had just given him on his wrist were also particularly beautiful.

The angle of both selfies is the same, even the lighting is the same.

However, the pictorial technique is different and you can still see subtle differences when you look closely, which puts him in a difficult position to choose.

Lu Jiayan is on his left hand side, so he can just take the selfie to him and pick it out.

But Sheng Mingzhi thinks of Lu Jiayan, an old man with a straight man's disease, and he probably won't even see anything when he shows it to him, and might even sarcastically say that three photos put together can be eliminated like a game.

Heh.

Why give yourself a hard time.

Sheng Mingzhi sent two photos to Shen Ling and, after some discussion, chose the one with the more obvious Vacheron Constantin logo, which visually tells the public that I am rich and showing off my wealth.

It was because he had been playing with his phone for too long that Lu Jiayan casually asked, "What are you looking at?"

Sheng Mingzhi replied to him nonchalantly, "Does it matter to you what I'm looking at?"

Then press the chat box voice and reply to Shen Ling .

As a result, Lu Jiayan spoke almost simultaneously as he sent his voice: "Why is it okay? Aren't I your dad."

Sheng Mingzhi Slip of the hand by Lei.

The unspoken voice was sent to Shen Ling.

He: ......

Is it too late to withdraw?

It didn't take long for Shen Ling to reply to him in the chat box.

[......]

[Are you two having such a wild time.

A hundred mouths to feed.

Sheng Mingzhi didn't bother to explain to Shen Ling, he just tweeted the six images he had chosen.

His anti-fans also caught wind of it, and the number of comments was visible.

Of course, it was just another round of ridicule for his schoolboy pretence, and Sheng Mingzhi was so bored that he just went at them in the comments section.

"Why don't you just put a price tag on Vacheron Constantin?"

[Adopted.]

"Don't stand in front of people's luxury cars and pose for pictures, it's humiliating."

[You're in a hurry.]

"Wife, you're so pretty, give me grass [colour]."

[?

"To be honest, you only have one face that's better than Qiao Yan."

[Well said. I hope Qiao Yan is as self-aware as you are.

When it comes to Qiao Yan, there's another battle of the pink and black.

Sheng Mingzhi has no interest in reeling off the other man's ancestors, and after switching off his mobile phone, he concentrates on admiring the bespoke Vacheron Constantin watch on his wrist.

After a few minutes of admiration, he realised that the carriage was awfully quiet.

Lu Jiayan has not spoken since he said his last words earlier.

The man's face was calm, his eyes were ahead of him and the car was driving smoothly.

Sheng Mingzhi looks at it for a moment, taking his eyes off Lu Jiayan's excessively handsome face, before dropping back to the Vacheron Constantin on his wrist.

Twenty million awakened the conscience of the young ancestors.

Sheng Mingzhi hesitates for a moment, glancing at Lu Jiayan through the rear-view mirror.

Actually, when you think about it, wasn't he quite excessive today?

Lu Jiayan said Lu Jiayan old or something ...... in fact Lu Jiayan is not old at all, he changed out of his suit, remove all the elite overlord temperament, thrown into the university simply no sense of incongruity, and young and handsome.

There is no pressure to choose a schoolboy.

I heard that post-90s like them, who will soon be three, seem to be quite concerned about their age?

Sheng Mingzhi felt a little guilty and thought with horror: Lu Jiayan doesn't really care about this, does he? Then he's quite a beauty lover.

Halfway through the day, Sheng Mingzhi breaks the silence.

"Actually, I think."

Lu Jiayan's eyes look over.

Sheng Mingzhi muttered, "There's nothing wrong with being a bit older."

He searched his mind, dryly, unskillfully, explaining, with a bit of a reassuring tone, "The internet says it's better to grow up with a boy than to find an old man to talk about what's on your mind."

Lu Jiayan's peach blossom eyes were already tinged with laughter as he looked at Sheng Mingzhi with interest.

He would like to see what this little ancestor wants to say.

Sheng Mingzhi's tone was sincere and slow: "The old man is quite nice too, so you don't have to be too down on yourself."

Lu Jiayan seemed amused by his comment, and when he spoke, his tone was wrapped in laughter: "How's the old man?"

Sheng Mingzhi nods and gives him an example: "The old man has low income and the old man has less to do."

"Hmm." Lu Jiayan nodded, smiled, and trailed off, "The old man can still be found when he's gone, can't he?"