Chapter 9: Nine

At ten o'clock in the morning when Lu Jiaheng arrived home, there was silence in the Lu's house.
The empty living room was empty. The crystal chandelier was turned on, and it was swaying on the marble floor, which was commendable. It was cold and unpopular.
A little boy was sitting on the stairs. He heard the sound of the door opening and raised his head. As soon as he saw the car he came in and dropped his hand, he jumped up and ran happily, "Brother!"
The boy looked like he was four or five years old, and the chubby leg ran to him in front of him, looking up at him with a chubby face, and his expression was happy and scared: "Brother."
Lu Jiaheng made a "huh" sound and looked around: "How about Dad?"
"Dad makes money for Yi Yi and his brother." The child said with a sulky voice.
Lu Jiaheng nodded to his neck and walked in.
"Come back in the afternoon," the child continued.
Lu Jiaheng walked, and the hand pressed on the back of the neck stopped. After only a slight stiffness, he continued to move forward.
The boy seemed to want to call him, but did not dare, hesitantly followed two stairs up behind him, and finally raised his hand and pulled his pants.
Lu Jiaheng stopped and looked back, standing on a step one step higher than him, looking at him from a condescending position.
The little boy’s expression was still timid, and he narrowed his neck when he saw it, and said seriously: "Brother don’t quarrel with dad, dad likes brother," he pulled his pants with his hands, his voice was soft, small, Low and weak, "Yi Yi also likes brother."
Lu Jiaheng is a bit stiff.
He laughed briefly, and the corner of his mouth evoked a mocking arc: "He only likes you."
The boy unconsciously wanted to get closer to him, leaned forward, and quickly retracted, looking at him a little helplessly.
The children were young and hadn't opened yet. Their eyes were dripping, and the black pupils were large, bright and clear, with baby fat on their cheeks, staring at him with frustration.
Lu Jiaheng suddenly deflated, raising her hand a little helplessly, rubbing the top of his head perfunctoryly, without saying anything, turned upstairs.
That afternoon, Lu Hongsheng really came back.
The door of Lu Jiaheng's room was covered up, listening to the right to speak when there was a fart blown away by the wind, with a lollipop in his mouth sitting cross-legged on the long-pile carpet to play the game, and the hand quickly struck the mechanical keyboard. Suddenly, he grabbed the headset from the side to buckle it up.
Sure enough, after a while, the door of his room was kicked open by Lu Hongsheng.
Lu Jiaheng's eyelashes didn't blink, as if he didn't feel or saw him. He tapped his fingers on the keyboard to play the game while dragging his mouth and said: "No skills, just withdraw."
Lu Hongsheng walked over directly and kicked over the small table he placed on the carpet.
Lu Jiaheng is a very enjoyable person. The decoration style of his room is exactly the same as that of him. There are soft blankets and cushions everywhere, making people feel that anyone can lie down and sleep in this room.
All the things on the table fell on the long-pile carpet, and there was almost no noise. The hot cup of coffee was also sprinkled on it, unbiased, all spilled on Lu Jiaheng's hand.
The back of the slender white hand suddenly turned red, and the tan liquid filled with coffee flowed down from the back of the hand, ticking down on the fingertips and falling into the carpet.
Lu Hongsheng was irritated for a moment. He didn't see a cup of coffee on his table. He was a little stunned.
It was just a stunned moment.
The power cord of the notebook that was overturned on one side was pulled off vigorously, the power was cut off, and the computer screen was instantly dark.
The back of the hand is red, but there is no pain that can't be tolerated. It's just that there is a scorching heat. The headset is also pulled off, because the buckle is too tight, and when it is pulled down, the ear is hooked and the ear bones hurt.
Lu Jiaheng's eyes still drooped slightly, his eyes didn't move.
For a while, he carelessly pulled a tissue out from the side, wiped off the coffee on the back of his hand, propped the carpet with his hands, leaned back, and looked up lazily.
Lu Hongsheng looked at him condescendingly, pursed his lips, and his slightly restrained anger seemed to be rekindled by his casual expression and behavior because of a little accident.
Lu Jiaheng looked like he hadn't seen it, raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes, still in the same way as "Dr. Erlang": "Boss, what else to order?"
Lu Hong's face flushed with anger, and he pointed his nose to his nose: "What's the command? What is that saying! How did I give birth to your son! Look at what you look like every day!"
Lu Jiaheng teased his lips with his sneer, tilted his head slightly, and seemed to be puzzled why he asked this question: "A dude with a mother and no daughter, what do you want me to look like."
This time, Lu Hongsheng's reddish face swept through the paint, his blood color faded from inch to inch, his face was pale, and he was speechless for a long time.
Lu Jiaheng was still sitting lazily on the carpet, and the lollipop in his mouth was crushed by him, crackling like a bouncing candy.
The two stared at each other silently for a long time. Lu Hongsheng pointed to his hand and trembling and put it down. He looked at him deeply, conceding defeat, and finally turned away.
The door of the room was closed with a click, and the corner of Lu Jiaheng's mouth remained too long, already stiff.
He slowly lowered his eyes, his eyes scattered, and stared blankly at the dark gray carpet.
The ringtone of the mobile phone just happened to ring.
It took Lu Jiaheng a long time to raise his hand, groped out the phone from the ground, grabbed it and picked it up.
Before he could say "hello" before the exit, the little girl's voice crawled along the current softly: "You don't save your phone number well, are you called brother?"
Lu Jiaheng was startled.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the back of his red hand, suddenly smiled, and said dumbly, "Ah," he said, "Yeah, brother Lu Ming."
The girl probably didn't expect him to say it straightforwardly, or maybe he was shocked by his face and gangster's degree. He was silent for a while before continuing: "I was just looking at the clothes, but I didn't find your one. , I'll pick you another item of the same price, won't it work," she discussed with him. It seemed that he was afraid that he wouldn't be relieved, and quickly added, "My vision is okay. If you don't worry, I buy I showed you before?"
Lu Jiaheng paused for a second, then stood by the bed and stood up directly: "Where are you?"
He spoke a little bit fast, the little girl froze for a moment: "Well?"
Lu Jiaheng had already entered the restroom as fast as he could. He lifted his hand and opened the faucet. His red hand was washed under the cold water.
The sound of empty water echoed in the bathroom. He lowered his eyes and repeated slowly: "Where are you? I'll find you."
Churi was sitting on a long wooden chair with a cup of milk tea on the second floor of the shopping mall, leaned slightly, the mobile phone was placed at the bottom of the milk tea cup, the elbow was supported on the thigh and the chin was supported.
Half an hour ago, a mysterious man of unknown Lu surnamed her on the phone: "Stay there, don't leave, I'm passing now."
Then she waited for half an hour.
Hatsumi bit her straw and looked at it from left to right, looking for the other person's figure.
There were people everywhere in the shopping mall on the weekend. A pair of little lovers and little sisters walked over and laughed and walked past. Until she had a cup of milk tea, she didn't see any familiar people until she drank it.
He came up from the escalator at one end, just raised his eyes and looked across.
The two stared at each other across the huge patio of the mall, and Hachiri waved at him.
The distance was a little far away, and only the outline of his facial features could be seen vaguely, and the man walked towards her along the edge of the patio.
Chuichi also stood up and walked over to meet the empty tea cup.
It seems that when he met him in school before, he was wearing sweaters, and he was wearing expensive shirts in various colors and brands. Today, he rarely wears a shirt.
In the northern part of September, the weather turned cold, and the temperature difference between day and night was also large. At night, the temperature would suddenly drop. He also added a thin windbreaker jacket outside, which was lined with shoulders, wide legs and long legs. Lou attracted his attention and sucked on him.
Because of Ms. Deng’s work, there are not a few handsome guys whom he has known or seen since childhood. Even so, this man can get the top three in it.
A frivolous young temperament, plus the face that can easily rely on Yan value to eat.
There was a reason why he was accosted the first time I saw him.
Chuichi shook the only two pearls left in the empty milk tea cup while walking towards him, thinking about it one by one.
The two walked around the circular patio of the mall and walked towards each other. The distance was close, and at a distance of almost ten steps, Sudori suddenly walked past a girl quickly.
The girl had a faint fragrance of perfume. It smelled good. She squeezed the phone and walked to the man. She shyly said, "Hello, can you give me your WeChat?"
She said, the phone passed.
Things happened in front of her, close at hand, and Hatsuki felt it was impolite to stare at people like that.
She blinked and turned her back.
Right next to it was the restroom. At first, a cup of milk tea fell into my stomach, and I just went to the toilet. So I didn't think about it, so I plunged into it.
When she came out of the bathroom after washing her hands, the young master did not know when the battle had ended, and was leaning against the wall in front of the women's toilet waiting for her.
Hatsuri didn't like to use a dryer, and water drops were hanging on his hand, and he walked towards him while shaking: "I'm here, I'm here."
The master clutched his trench coat pocket and looked down at her with a smile, "What are you running for?"
Chuchi blinked, his expression innocent and dazed: "Go to the toilet."
He laughed again and straightened up and walked away: "Go."
At the beginning, Zhi Zhi shook his hand obediently and followed him.
The two walked around the second floor without any hassle. Chuichi had a task in his life. Before he walked through a shop that looked okay, he pulled the man over and carefully picked the clothes and pressed him Compare yourself.
The little girl was small and her arms were holding the hanger. The collar should be raised high to his neck. Every time she leaned over, he looked down at her.
Almost all his attention was put on the clothes, and each piece was carefully and carefully selected, not wanting the other side to question his aesthetic level.
She held her clothes higher than him, looked up at him from the bottom and asked, "What about this one?"
Lu Jiaheng lowered his eyes.
The distance between the two is very close. It is a distance that is not quite right with the opposite sex. He can even see the fine fluff on the tip of her nose.
She still didn't notice anything wrong, and the clear deer eyes looked at him seriously.
This girl is really well raised at home.
It's as good as not having a sense of precaution against people.
Like the spring of the mountain stream, the water is all clear and clear. At a glance, you can see the fine rocks of the underwater fish.
Life and character without impurities.
Does she do this to anyone?
Lu Jiaheng suddenly gave birth to a subtle discomfort for no reason.
He didn't speak, he just raised his hand and grabbed the clothes in the girl's hand, hung it directly on the shelf, and turned away.
Chuichi was a little inexplicable, and had originally seen it well. How could this man turn around and leave?
The stores on the third floor were basically visited by them. As a result, the young master didn't seem to think about it at all.
When will you buy it in this way? At first I was crying with a sad face, pulling my head behind.
As a result, the man walking in front stopped suddenly.
Churi hung his head, too late to react, and gently hit his back.
With little strength, I only felt that the place where my forehead touched was tough, Chuichi raised his head and whispered sorry.
She said that the man had turned around.
Thin lips pursed slightly, peachy eyes narrowed, and suddenly asked her, "How did you grow up so big?"
Chuichi felt that his question was a little bit of a problem. Why did buying her clothes become her history of growth? She blankly "huh?"
Lu Jiaheng looked at her confused look and was about to attack, told her to be defensive, and give her a good lesson. In the future, don’t just put her clothes directly on the opposite and stare at the eyes of others, and suddenly When she was so close to the man, the little girl looked at him with her head tilted: "It's a long story and it's unclear."
Lu Jiaheng: "..."
Lu Jiaheng grows so big that he has never seen anyone with this kind of brain circuit.
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Lu Jiaheng: I'm up again.