Chapter 102 A Home to Return to
After eating Yuzhou hotpot, when everyone said goodbye and left, night had already fallen. After sending Qin Xiaoxi back to the filming site, Luo Qinglin rushed back home with Chen Qixin.
It was the "young boss's" first time hosting the party, so drinking was inevitable. Luo Qinglin only had a few glasses of low-alcohol wine, and when he got out of the car in the parking lot, his steps were a little unsteady.
The smell on his body was a mixture of grease, spiciness, the spices of the hot pot base, and alcohol. Even Luo Qinglin himself found it unpleasant.
Chen Qixin recorded for a whole day, and I don’t know what brand the small handheld camera is, but it’s still not out of battery.
Jiang Yanyu had sent a message half an hour ago, urging him to go home, but Luo Qinglin didn't want to go back with a bad smell, so he planned to take a walk in the night breeze to get rid of the smell.
"Assistant Chen, you should go off work first. I want to take a walk by the lake to get some fresh air." Luo Qinglin said.
"It's okay," Chen Qixin said with a smile, "I'll go with you. Brother Jiang asked me to follow you at any time."
In autumn, the temperature is low at night. There were few people around the lake now, and Luo Qinglin walked several steps but didn't see anyone.
The bright moon hung high among the dark clouds. The wind was a little strong. Luo Qinglin wrapped his coat tightly around him and walked along the lake.
"Mr. Luo, are you cold?" asked Chen Qixing, the teacher.
Luo Qinglin shook his head. "Fortunately, the wind will blow away the stench on me so that he won't smell it when we go back."
The two walked in silence for a while.
As they walked, Luo Qinglin suddenly remembered what Chen Qixin said in the hospital, "You won't go bankrupt as long as Mr. Jiang is here," and how Jiang Yanyu got angry about it.
Luo Qinglin wanted to ask about Jiang Ligang, but when he glanced at the camera in Chen Qixin's hand, he swallowed his words.
Chen Qixin was wearing leather shoes, which made a clicking sound as he walked on the road. The sound floated from the lakeside to the center of the lake, and then floated back from the center of the lake, echoing and floating.
Unable to bear the awkward silence, Luo Qinglin took the initiative to start a conversation, "Assistant Chen, do you have a girlfriend?"
"No," Chen Qixin paused and added, "My sexual orientation is the same as Jiang Ge's."
"Sorry, sorry," Luo Qinglin said with a light cough, "My gay sound is not very sensitive."
"It doesn't matter," Chen Qixin thought for a moment and added, "I don't have a boyfriend at the moment."
Luo Qinglin originally wanted to chat about some family matters, but he started off badly and died down as soon as he opened his mouth.
Or was it Chen Qixin who noticed his embarrassment through the camera and took the initiative to ask: "Mr. Luo, what do you think of Brother Jiang now?"
Of course I like him and want to be with him.
But facing the camera next to his face, Luo Qinglin had to say: "I'm still sorting out my thoughts, and I'm almost done with it."
Chen Qixin nodded and asked, "Do you know when is Jiang Ge's birthday?"
Luo Qinglin knew that Jiang Yanyu's birthday was very close to his, also in November, but Jiang Yanyu's personal information said it was January.
Luo Qinglin pretended to think and replied, "January 6th."
"No," Chen Qixin retorted, "The information shows the birthday on the ID card. Jiang Ge's birthday is November 2."
Luo Qinglin nodded, pretending to suddenly understand, "So that's how it is."
"Mr. Luo, I suggest you get your thoughts in order before Jiang's birthday. He really wants to celebrate his 26th birthday with you as a couple," said Chen Qixing.
Luo Qinglin paused and looked up at the camera.
In the night, the glass lens in the camera was glowing faintly, and colorful spots of light were swaying on the glass mirror. For some reason, Luo Qinglin suddenly thought of Jiang Yanyu's eyes, those beautiful and charming eyes.
Luo Qinglin knew that filming the "documentary" was not just for recording, but Jiang Yanyu wanted to find out his thoughts through other people's questions.
Every question Chen Qixin asked was not what Chen Qixin himself wanted to ask, but what Jiang Yanyu wanted to ask him.
The light spots on the mirror were like the light spots formed after burning glass. Luo Qinglin stared straight at those light spots, as if he was looking at Jiang Yanyu through the lens.
"Okay, I'll think it over before his birthday." Luo Qinglin said, staring at the center of the camera.
As if he had completed an important task, after Luo Qinglin finished speaking, Chen Qixin's shoulders visibly relaxed a lot.
Luo Qinglin smiled, continued walking along the lake, and asked, "Assistant Chen, what do you usually do? I see you're always busy."
"Company matters, personal matters, as long as it's about Brother Jiang, I will handle it. I only listen to Brother Jiang's instructions." Chen Qixing replied.
Luo Qinglin didn't look at the camera, but looked directly into Chen Qixin's eyes through the lenses on his nose, and asked indirectly: "Then you don't have to listen to the instructions of Mrs. Mayfield or Mr. Jiang Ligang?"
Chen Qixin was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he calmly pressed the power off button of the camera.
"Mr. Luo," Chen Qixin explained, folding his hands in front of him, "Madam knows you and has accepted you a long time ago, so you don't have to worry. I'm just Brother Jiang's assistant, and I don't listen to Mr. Jiang's instructions."
After saying that, Chen Qixin raised his head and pointed at the full moon in the dark sky, "Mr. Luo, please go back soon. Today is Mid-Autumn Festival. Brother Jiang is waiting for you to come home."
The bright moon hung in the sky, and the cold moonlight shone through the clouds and into Luo Qinglin's eyes. Chen Qixin secretly turned on the camera and recorded Luo Qinglin looking up at the moon.
Luo Qinglin looked at the moon for a moment, then raised the corners of his mouth and whispered, "Yes, I have a home now."
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I don’t know if it was because of Chen Qixin’s words “wait for you to come home” or because of other things, but when Luo Qinglin walked from the elevator to the door of his house, he was still thinking about Yu Xi. Humming a little tune happily.
Walking to the door, Luo Qinglin looked at the fingerprint lock on the door, stretched out his index finger and pressed it lightly.
The "beep" sound of the fingerprint lock opening sounded crisp in his ears. Luo Qinglin smiled, walked into the door, and was about to change into slippers.
"Luo Qinglin, you're back too late."
Hearing the sound, Luo Qinglin stopped and looked towards the source of the sound.
Except for the light in the entrance hall, the rest of the room was dark. Jiang Yanyu was sitting at the table by the window, crossing his legs, with his right elbow on the table and one hand supporting his forehead as he looked at him.
The flickering candlelight made Jiang Yanyu's fox eyes look charming. Luo Qinglin couldn't see clearly what was on the table. It was a cylindrical object, and he thought it was a cake.
After changing into slippers and taking a closer look, Luo Qinglin discovered that it was a 12-inch mooncake.
How can anyone eat mooncakes and light candles?
Luo Qinglin walked lightly, pulled out the chair next to Jiang Yanyu, and was about to sit down gently.
However, Jiang Yanyu suddenly grabbed Luo Qinglin's wrist, pulled him forward, held him against his body and sat him down.
"What were you talking about with Chen Qixin downstairs just now? Why did you take so long just for a walk?" Jiang Yanyu asked with half-closed eyes.
Luo Qinglin struggled a few times and leaned back, "Let me go first, my clothes smell bad."
Jiang Yanyu didn't originally have his arms around Luo Qinglin's waist, and his struggle almost caused him to slip out of his arms.
"Don't move. What's wrong with the smell?" Jiang Yanyu snorted coldly, hugged Luo Qinglin's back tightly, leaned down and put his nose to his collar.
However, before he could sniff for even a second, Jiang Yanyu suddenly stepped back and let Luo Qinglin go.
Luo Qinglin didn't expect this person to change so quickly. He cursed in his heart, "You big pig's hoof!" He stood up and muttered, "I told you it doesn't smell good, but you still insisted on smelling it. How boring."
"It's not that it smells bad," Jiang Yanyu put her finger to the tip of her nose and frowned as she explained, "Go change your clothes quickly. As soon as I smell this, I want to eat hot pot."
Luo Qinglin pouted speechlessly, ran upstairs quickly, took a quick shower, changed into pajamas and went downstairs.
All the lights downstairs were on, the candles on the mooncakes were gone, and the vixen was no longer sitting at the table, and was nowhere to be seen.
What tricks are you playing again?
Luo Qinglin walked slowly down the stairs and headed towards the window.
Suddenly, a gust of wind passed behind me, followed by the scent of mint and Jiang Yanyu's voice.
Jiang Yanyu buried the tip of his nose in Luo Qinglin's neck and sniffed carefully. The rich scent of mint shower gel flowed into his nose. Jiang Yanyu said with satisfaction: "Baby, you smell like me all over."
Luo Qinglin felt an itch on the side of his neck and dodged, "This is not your smell, this is the smell of shower gel."
"That's my taste." Jiang Yanyu snorted and pulled Luo Qinglin to the dining table.
Jiang Yanyu took a knife and cut the mooncake into eight pieces like cutting a cake. The deep purple bean paste was not filled with salted egg yolks, but with bright red fruits.
Luo Qinglin asked in confusion: "What kind of filling is this mooncake?"
"Clafouti filling." Jiang Yanyu replied.
How much does the vixen like eating clafoutis?
Luo Qinglin picked up the fork, picked up a small piece and put it in his mouth. As expected, apart from the crispy crust on the outside, the filling inside is full of cherry flavor.
After eating a few bites, Luo Qinglin felt a little sick of it and prepared to put down his fork. Jiang Yanyu coughed lightly, said nothing, and just stared at him.
The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and Luo Qinglin sighed resignedly. He picked out all the cherries in the mooncake with a knife and fork and separated the cores.
"Eat quickly." Luo Qinglin picked up the separated cherries with a fork and handed them to Jiang Yanyu's mouth.
Jiang Yanyu bit off the cherry, pulled Luo Qinglin's hand, and again made him sit on his lap, hugging him face to face.
"What did you talk about with Chen Qixin downstairs just now?" Jiang Yanyu asked while chewing.
Luo Qinglin turned sideways, picked up another cherry, fed it into the vixen's mouth, and asked, "How did you know I was taking a walk downstairs? Were you peeking at me from the window just now?"
"Besides, when Assistant Chen sends you the video, you will know what we talked about." Luo Qinglin said.
"How can it be the same if I see it through the screen or you tell it to me in person?" Jiang Yanyu said confidently.
"Boring," Luo Qinglin muttered, "Just chatting casually, mainly talking about when your birthday is and how to celebrate it."
Jiang Yanyu raised his eyebrows when he heard this, stood up and asked, "Then tell me, how are we going to get through this?"
Luo Qinglin stared into Jiang Yanyu's beautiful eyes, put on a sly smile, and said mysteriously: "It's a secret, I won't tell you."
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