Chapter 51: Fifty one

Lu Family Master is also a legendary figure.
Born in the twentieth century where war was raging, when I was a child, I was in business and had a little money. Later, the family fell into the middle, and from the north to the south toss, he was the only one left in the family.
Later, he flew from Shanghai to Peiping.
At that time, the economy was in depression. After the capital was moved, Beiping's business declined. Every day, shops were closed, but he was able to go against the current, starting from scratch and Jingheng.
When Lu Jiaheng was a child, his parents were separated. He was considered to have grown up with the landing man. He has seen the style of the landing man for many years. He suspected that Lu Hongsheng was picked up from him more than once or twice.
Why the gap between people can be so big.
For example at this time.
When Grandpa Lu was away, Lu Hongsheng always took the lead. Lu Jiaheng pulled a chair in the corner of the corner and listened to him playing the commercial development project of Linshi Development Zone like a bluff, boasting and arrogant. Several directors exchanged meaningful gazes.
No wonder Grandpa Lu did not sit in the flowers and birds during this time, and Jing Heng's stocks fell.
Lu Jiaheng hanging Erlang sat paralyzed in a chair in the corner of the long table, shaking his head, thinking for a while.
He didn't even have a plan book in front of him. He made it clear that he didn't take him seriously at all. Lu Jiaheng pointed his finger and gently tapped the secretary's desk next to him.
The secretary turned his head and looked professionally indifferent.
Lu Jiaheng's peach blossoms hung slightly, supporting her chin with one hand, lowering her voice and pointing at the project in front of her: "Will that show me?"
The secretary paused, glanced at Lu Hongsheng, who was sitting far away, and handed it to him.
Lu Jiaheng thanked and took it over.
This application project is written in a clear and orderly manner. The land in the development zone is low in price, and is close to the university city. Three or four universities and a college are nearby. It seems to be completely profitable.
Lu Jiaheng flipped through two pages and picked up a coffee cup for coffee.
I realized that he didn't even have the qualification to drink coffee. Everyone else was coffee. His cup was filled with water, and his mouth was a little bit alive.
Not even Liangbaikai.
It was almost eight o'clock in the evening before Lu Jiaheng was ready to leave.
He has been mixing for more than 20 years, and the money he made was when he was playing stocks before. He didn't know anything about doing business, and suddenly he was a little bit at a loss.
However, Lu Hongsheng deliberately didn't want him to understand that there were so many things he couldn't touch at all. It really started at the grassroots level.
He thought he was probably the last one to leave. He put down his things and went to the bathroom. When he came back, there was an extra cup of coffee on the table.
The mellow scent pours into the nasal cavity, and there is a coaster underneath.
He raised his eyes and saw a woman coming out of the secretary's room. A red coat was wrapped in a professional suit, showing a leg.
Lu Jiaheng turned his head to the side and carried the cup of coffee back to the pantry before going back to put on his coat.
Chuichi today's eighteenth birthday.
The birthday is divided into the lunar calendar and the solar calendar. The adults in the first garden always have the lunar calendar, that is, the lunar calendar. The first garden score is not the same as the lunar calendar.
But in the eyes of her first father and first mother, her eighteenth birthday had already passed, and the first gardener was fooled, so the first father ordered a big birthday cake for her, made a table of dishes, and gave it to her again once.
My father and Ms. Deng don’t eat cakes very much, mainly because I love it. I usually have a mouthful of food, whether it’s birthday or not, I will buy a big cake and eat it back. move.
After dinner, she carefully picked up only the cakes eaten by the two yellow peaches, put them together in a refrigerator, and then plunged one end into the room.
Her door was not closed tightly, and she opened a slit in disguise, paying attention to the voice outside.
She sent Lu Jiaheng a message while holding her guess in her arms.
When he went to work, she dared not talk to him, fearing to disturb him, and generally it seemed that he came to her on her own initiative, and Chuichi just waited like a habit.
The result didn't wait until more than eight o'clock, and didn't wait for the news.
She pursed her lips, thought for a while, or decided to send him the initiative: What are you doing?
At the end of the post, Chuichi felt so stupid.
The "what are you doing" opening remark is nothing new.
She bummed her head in the pillow and wondered if the withdrawal would seem too deliberate, and the phone rang.
Hakuchi quickly pressed the mute for a second, then jumped out of bed to close the door, and then picked it up: "Hey..."
Lu Jiaheng was very quiet over there. Occasionally there was a car whistle, but his voice was still soft: "Miss me?"
Chuchi reddened again.
She squatted against the door panel with a small voice: "Oh, you speak well."
He laughed, very obediently: "Then I miss you."
Hatsuri scratched his ears like a little monkey, stared at the ground, and whispered: "Aren't you at home?"
"Well, just after get off work, it's almost home."
At first he was stunned, and it was almost nine o'clock now.
"It's so late."
"There are a lot of things, a lot of things to learn." His voice still sounded lazy, but he didn't know if it was a psychological effect, and Chuichi suddenly felt a little tired in his voice.
This is only one day.
She pursed her lips and wanted to say that you should not go to work anyway. After all, even if you play mud at home every day, I can afford you.
After a pause, she whispered: "Then you go to bed early after going home, and you have to get up early tomorrow."
Over the phone, Lu Jiaheng paused and suddenly asked, "What's wrong?"
Churi sat on the bed and dangled his legs: "It's fine, I'm going to take a bath."
Lu Jiaheng was quiet for another two seconds: "Go, call me after washing."
"Don't beat after washing..."
"Ok?"
Churi grabbed the sheets: "I'm hanging!"
She hung up the phone quickly, quieted for a while, and sighed out.
She has a birthday today.
She is eighteen years old.
Hakuchi originally wanted to wait until night to secretly carry the cake and go upstairs to eat with him.
He lives alone and can't cook. It must have been a long time since he ate the dishes he cooked at home. He also packed all the delicious food in fresh-keeping boxes.
But he sounds tired, and he has to get up early tomorrow.
Hatsuri scratched his hair unhappy, dropped his mobile phone and ran to the bathroom to take a shower.
Churi was originally a chronic child, usually taking a slow bath, but this time he was more absent-minded. His hair was blown half dry to wipe his body milk, wiped every inch by inch, and just came out and saw the screen of the mobile phone bright.
She walked over to pick it up, and Lu Jiaheng sent many messages in succession.
Wang Baeg: I'm home.
Wang Baeg: Have you taken a bath yet?
Son of a bitch:? The phone.
And a missed call.
Hatsumi looked at her watch, and she stayed in it for almost an hour, and it's still fifteen minutes before ten.
She didn't return and opened the door quietly.
It was really quiet outside. The father and Ms. Deng returned to the room. The living room lights were turned off, leaving only a bar lamp on the small bar in front of the kitchen to glow dimly.
Chuichi decided that she would only stay for a while.
Just eat a cake and she will be back in twenty minutes.
Ten minutes, come back in ten minutes.
She glanced at her watch again, seized the time, casually put on a sweater coat, grabbed the key and cell phone and carried it into the pocket of her nightdress, and sneaked into the kitchen.
The cakes were all installed. At the beginning of the opening of the refrigerator, I found out two fresh-keeping boxes. I lifted the cake box, lifted my heart, and opened the door secretly, closing it.
The hallway was dark and silent, and the first gardener was too frightened, stomped his foot gently, and the sensor light turned on.
She trot upstairs quickly and picked up the doorbell.
Lu Jiaheng quickly opened the door, bowed his head, and looked at her a little surprised.
The little girl carried a big cake in her hand, and she also held several fresh-keeping boxes in her arms.
Lu Jiaheng leaned over and took the cake box and crisper in his hand.
Lu Jiaheng turned sideways and motioned her to enter.
It was a little cold outside, and his neck shrank and entered the house.
He closed the door at the back, and Chuchi took two steps forward, turned around, and looked up at him: "I don't disturb you to rest, I will stay for a while and give you a cake and leave."
Lu Jiaheng put the cake and crisper in his hand on the shoe cabinet: "Birthday cake?"
"Yes."
He lowered his eyes: "Your birthday?"
"Eighteenth birthday!" Their home was warm. At first, he took off his sweater coat and hung it on the hook, and ran to the house with the cake.
She didn't wear slippers, she was barefoot, her feet were fair, her toes were shining brightly, and she crackled on the floor.
Lu Jiaheng grabbed her wrist to pull the person back, squatted down at her foot, pulled out a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet, grasped the slender ankle with one hand, and put it on her.
At the beginning, Hachiri's ankle was grabbed by him, shrunk, his toes moved, a little embarrassed, and protested in a low voice: "You let go, I wear it myself."
He put both of them on her, got up, and took the cake in her hand into the house and put it on the coffee table.
Hatsuri followed him in, knelt down on the long-pile carpet in front of the coffee table and pulled away the tape from the cake box, shaking his head: "I wanted to do it myself, but I won't do it and bought one."
"My parents don't eat cakes. I didn't eat them either. I want to eat them with you."
"You go and bring the crisper, which contains the dishes that my mother burned at night. Have you eaten dinner?"
"I picked a cheesecake. Do you eat cranberries? Actually there are yellow peach, but I picked it and secretly ate it."
Little Parrot seems to be very happy today, with a small mouth chattering.
Lu Jiaheng also sat on the floor behind her, and the person flicked forward, two long legs stretched out, her long arms caught her in her arms, hugged her from behind, her chin rested gently on her shoulder: "18 years old?"
She had just taken a bath, and her body was fragrant and smelled when she hugged it, mixed with a sweet scent similar to milk or coconut.
Hatsumi removed the ribbon and pulled the cake out of it: "Yes."
He doesn't know anything about his girlfriend's eighteenth birthday.
He sighed and sounded a little annoyed: "That's important."
"Actually, it's okay. My parents all had the earlier birthday, so it's too late," Chuichi turned to his side and smiled, "So I'm only with you at the age of 18."
"Oh, when is your birthday."
"I must have learned to make cakes before your birthday. Do you like fruit cakes?"
Her soft little body dangled in his arms.
Lu Jiaheng's eyelashes were slightly converged, and he listened quietly, and his heart seemed to be soaked in warm water.
He hugged her for a while and then sullenly said, "I'm sorry, I don't know."
"I didn't tell you, it's okay," Chuchi didn't take it seriously, and remembered something. "Are you going to get off work so late in the future? I won't disturb you. I'll leave for ten minutes."
Lu Jiaheng squeezed, her long legs flexed slightly, from the back to the whole of her in his arms from top to bottom, and tightened her arms around her, "no noise,"
"Don't go."
For a while, he whispered.