Chapter 34: I have a "sticky" halo

On the way, Lu Mingyuan sees that the teenager does not seem to keep talking and often speaks out, "How are you playing?"
Speaking of which, Mo Fan actually only entered the circle for a few months, and most of the time was spent on training. This is the first time he has attended a banquet of this nature.
Mo Fan had attended a banquet in the corporate circle before, but he was always not interested, and he did not like to go a few times, unless Lu Mingyuan appeared. But Lu Mingyuan, as the chaebol of power, appeared less often than he did, and Mo Fan never went there again.
Compared with the rigorous banquet of the enterprise group with a suit and leather shoes and a formal dress, this time the banquet was dressed in a variety of styles, but there was no lack of grand luxury.
Mo Fan pursed his lips and bored, "It's boring. Don't participate again."
Although such a banquet, Lu Mingyuan was an investor, but he always sent someone away. It was just that Mo Fan's family had told Ding Ding Wan to look after people, and as a last resort, Lu Mingyuan took a moment to go in person. Sure enough, his appearance stagnated the whole banquet for a moment.
Is this kind of small banquet worthy of Lu Mingyuan's personal attendance? Although everyone was thinking of going to a Lala relationship, under the expression that Lu Mingyuan was not born, he couldn't help walking.
The original owner was very happy to see Lu Mingyuan appear, but when he thought of the need to keep his identity confidential, he could only sit down and watch. Later, after seeing Lu Ming leave the hall, he followed without thinking.
He wants to talk more to the other! Every time he went home, Lu Mingyuan was either not yet back or he had fallen asleep. Even if he lived under the same roof, the chance of meeting was very poor.
Lu Mingyuan touched the boy's soft hair, leaned slightly, and laid his hands on the back of the back seat. "Why not call Ming Yuan this time? Angry?"
Mo Fan did not look at Lu Mingyuan angrily, and finally could not help turning his head and said earnestly, "Then you don't be seduced by those little fairies outside, even if Brother Ming Yuan is going to get married, look for a better one. "
Lu Mingyuan raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What do you think I should find?"
Mo Fan, "Of course you have to be worthy of Brother Ming Yuan. You can't be too cold in your family. You must look good and care for you."
"such as?"
Mo Fan blurted out, "Like me?"
Lu Mingyuan froze. Although he always knew that Mo Fan was very close to him, he did not know that the other party had such a thought in his heart. But inexplicably, he didn't hate it, and even hoped that the bond would be deeper.
"I just make an analogy ..."
The young man hurriedly explained with annoyance, for his eagerness, his complexion turned slightly red, and two blushes appeared on Yu Bai's face. Lu Mingyuan thought the boy was cute, and wanted to see it for a while, but couldn't resist the boy's desperate eyes begging to look at him because of his urgency, and comforted with a smile, "Well, I know you just For example. "
Seeing the teenager relieved with relief, Lu Ming remained unchanged on the far side, but secretly rejoiced. Mo Fan really cares about him, and even this care has changed to love. In the past, he didn't pay attention, only thinking that the teenager was dissatisfied with others approaching him, but was unwilling to be robbed of his playmate. Now bring another argument and everything makes sense.
The two are currently living in a high-end cottage in Lu Mingyuan, in the urban area, for convenience. The confidentiality of the community is very good. Each household has its own yard and will not encounter it when going out.
With a few words of effort, the car has already entered the lane in the community and entered the yard.
Mindful of the words that he accidentally said in the car, Mo Fan seemed a little silent. The food at the banquet was not enough, and Lu Mingyuan asked the chef to make another supper.
"The chef has deliberately put more sugar on it, and can't eat too greasy at night, just drink some porridge to fill the belly." Lu Mingyuan said to Mo Fan who was coming down the stairs.
The soft and sweet glutinous rice and eight-treasure porridge, Mo Fan smelled just after taking a shower.
Mo Fan is sweet and especially likes cakes and millennials. As a child, because of eating too much sweets, Mo Fan even had tooth decay and it hurt for a while. As a result, Mo Fan's parents began to limit Mo Fan's sweets intake, making Mo Fan distressed for a while. Fortunately, now that he has grown up, there are fewer controls in this area, and Mo Fan can open his stomach and eat again.
The sweet-smelling Mo Fan maggots came out, could not help speeding up his pace, and sat down on the chair smoothly, and stuffed it into his mouth before he could cool off.
"Whisper, hot, hot ..." The porridge just out of the pot was in his mouth, neither was Mo Fan swallowing, nor was he vomiting.
Lu Mingyuan was too late to remind him that Mo Fan had already stuffed the porridge and could not help changing his color. Seeing that Mo Fan's tears were coming out, but he could not bear to spit out the food in his mouth, and opened his hand directly in front of Mo Fan's mouth. "Spit it out!"
Lu Mingyuan's voice was serious and sharp, and Mo Fan vomited something in Lu Mingyuan's hands subconsciously. Lu Mingyuan's face was constantly wiped off with a tissue, holding someone's chin to force the other person to open his mouth.
"Look at my tongue."
After a close inspection, Lu Mingyuan found that it was only slightly reddened by the heat, and his heart was released.
Although the chef does not deliberately leave it cold to ensure that the food is fresh and delicious, he will not bring hot things directly. So although Mo Fan was scalded, it was not serious.
"Eh?"
Mo Fan suddenly made a doubtful nasal sound, only then Lu Mingyuan was surprised that he had put his finger on the other side's tender tongue. The scene in which the boy opened his mouth slightly and exposed a section of red and bright tongue was so bright that he did so subconsciously.
Gently pressing on the soft and warm things of the teenager, rubbing the softer lips, Lu Mingyuan's eyes were dim, and he felt the softness of the fleeting hand.
"Don't be so reckless next time, you know?" The young man was severely criticized, and until Mo Fan repeatedly promised that there was no next time, Lu Mingyuan did not allow the other party to continue dining.
In fact, Mo Fan had no pain after spitting out the food, and he felt that Lu Mingyuan had made a big deal.
After arranging this little episode, Mo Fan happily spent the night and went upstairs to sleep.
In the living room, Lu Mingyuan glanced down and glanced under the cloth to see no strange parts, and smiled bitterly.