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◎Why not call me husband?◎
"Ah...you mean this."
Song Qiu fell into deep thought. She wanted to say that they were a fake couple, but now Lu Yancheng's sister had moved in and she had promised in person that she would cooperate. Besides, this reason was too inappropriate.
"Is it difficult?" Seeing him hesitate, Lu Yancheng took the initiative to change the topic, "It's okay. Although it's strange, I can't force you. Just call me Mr. Lu."
It would be better if this statement had not been made. It was considerate, but Song Qiu inexplicably felt a little guilty after hearing it.
We have already agreed to something, and now it would be too mean to go back on your word and refuse to cooperate.
"No...it's not difficult. I think we should change it. Not only to stop Lu Yang from calling me that, but it will also be easier for her to believe me after I change my name."
Song Qiu nodded in self-affirmation as he spoke, "Yes, that's right, I'll change it right away. I think we should change the name to..."
He hadn't thought it through yet and stopped here. Lu Yancheng didn't urge him and just stared at him, waiting for him to continue.
Two minutes later, Song Qiu had an idea, "Got it! Just call Mr. Lu!"
Lu Yancheng: ???
"Do you think there is any difference?"
If he had to choose between Mr. Lu and Mr. Lu, he would even feel that Mr. Lu was closer to him. After all, in Xiao Mu's mouth, Mr. Lu had become a compliment.
"Of course there is a difference. Mr. Lu, don't you know that calling someone Mr. is a very romantic title?" Song Qiu clearly remembered that he had seen a similar video online, and explained it to him very seriously, "It's the kind of respectful feeling. Calling your significant other Mr. or Mrs. or something like that, I saw online that they all said it's very romantic."
To some extent, that was true, but Lu Yancheng didn't like it.
"It's not appropriate to address someone so distantly."
What Xiao Mu needs is equality and respect. So there is no difference between calling him Mr. Lu or Mr. Lu. Calling him Mr. Lu might be a kind of sentiment since they are already together, but unfortunately, he is still in the pursuit stage, and it is very difficult for him to pursue her.
"Can I call you by your name?"
"I call you... Lu Yancheng?" Song Qiu's expression was a bit complicated. "Mr. Lu, you know that Lu Yancheng is what I call that bastard. This is so weird. How about I just call you..."
Those two words were a little hot to the mouth, but they were definitely the right and impeccable address. Song Qiu prepared herself mentally before she spoke tentatively, "Husband?"
Lu Yancheng was stunned for a moment, and after a few seconds he realized what surprising words had come out of his mouth.
"Um."
"Okay." Song Qiu nodded with a smile, "Then I will..."
"But no, just call me by my name."
He agreed but then refused. Song Qiu was confused, "Why?!"
"I don't think you like it very much."
He wanted to be called that, but not now. Little Mu was not willing to be called that. Out of respect, he couldn't just consider his own feelings.
"Just calling by name is fine." Lu Yancheng repeated.
"Don't force yourself to do something you don't like. I said it on the first day we met that I don't force people to have hobbies."
It was just an act that day, the hypocritical pretense of an adult. Today it is truly from the heart.
Song Qiu stood there, looking up at the man who was a head taller than him, and suddenly felt that this world was so unreal, especially this scene and their current conversation.
If you don’t like it, don’t force it. This sentence only has a few words, but how difficult is it to actually do it?
It was too difficult, too difficult, but the man in front of him had promised him something and had never been perfunctory in every word he had said to him, so the weight of this sentence was a bit too heavy.
"Mr. Lu, don't make such promises to others casually. No matter how good you are, you will suffer losses if you do so. What if..."
"Only for you."
The air suddenly became quiet, and Song Qiu could no longer hear Lu Yang's impotent rage not far away, as if there were only the two of them left in this space.
Lu Yancheng in the plot is a typical character who has a mouth but doesn't know how to use it. He can only force the protagonist to suffer. Even though he loves the protagonist so much that he is willing to die for him, he has never said a gentle word of love.
Song Qiu didn't know if what was said just now could be considered love words, but he felt tenderness and some inexplicable preference.
"Mr. Lu, do you want to sleep with me?" Song Qiu asked the same question seriously again, and added, "If so, you can just say it directly."
Lu Yancheng shook his head bluntly, "You think too much. I wanted to say those words, so I said them. There are no conditions, and you don't need to pay anything."
But...what is this?
Song Qiu became even more confused.
Is this the aftereffect of me being dragged into the role of the victim?
All the influence of the plot on the villain is projected onto me?
In fact, there is a third possibility, that is, Lu Yancheng is pursuing him, but this possibility only flashed through Song Qiu's mind, and he didn't even think of catching him.
How could there be any pursuits or emotional intersections between a president who is at the absolute top of the upper class and an orphan who traveled through a book and doesn't even have a decent identity?
"Lu... Lu Yancheng." Song Qiu was used to calling him Mr. Lu, so suddenly calling him by his name even felt a little awkward, "Lu Yancheng."
"Yeah." It was the first time that Lu Yancheng heard his name from his mouth and it was not used to scold him. He even felt a strange sense of satisfaction.
It's like clearing his name.
"Then I will call you Lu Yancheng from now on, and call him a bastard." Song Qiu made the decision unilaterally without Lu Yancheng having to answer. After deciding on the name, he paused for two seconds tactically, then stood on tiptoe very solemnly, trying to look the other person in the eye, "Do you think you are weird?"
"Really? What's strange about that?"
"When you talk to me, the words you say... or the way you express them are sometimes very strange." Song Qiu tried to choose his words carefully. "It may also be that the way you gays think is different from us straight men. I don't mean to discriminate. I mean the feeling, that kind of feeling. Do you understand?"
Of course Lu Yancheng understood and could even summarize it for him. What he felt was that she was trying hard to pursue him and expressing her love to him.
"not understand."
It's no use for him to say it, he needs to let Xiaomu wake up, let her figure it out herself, and be willing to believe that he is pursuing her sincerely with the goal of getting married and having a lifelong partner.
"Okay." Song Qiu stood up again listlessly, without the aura of having to look people in the eye. He muttered in distress, "But it's just very strange. What's wrong? There's nothing like this in the plot..."
"What's wrong?" Lu Yancheng agreed, trying not to laugh. "I can't figure it out. If you figure it out one day, can you tell me?"
"No problem." Song Qiu raised his head and made an OK gesture. "I will tell you as soon as possible."
"Thank you, babe."
Today's trick on Xiao Mutou was over. Lu Yancheng turned to look at Lu Yang, who was still furious and swearing. The good mood he had when flirting with Xiao Mutou disappeared in an instant, leaving only helplessness towards his annoying brother.
He doesn't know how to pursue someone properly, he only knows how to yell. Who taught him to pursue people like this?
Lu Yang clearly had the example of himself, but he didn't know how to learn. Lu Yancheng rubbed his brows tiredly, strode down the stairs, and walked into the living room. Before he could say anything, the mad dog that was howling just now stopped.
"Brother..." Lu Yang sat obediently on the sofa, not daring to look up at him.
"Mr. Lu, I need compensation for mental damage." Lin Jin was not polite at all, because this was what he deserved for helping to take care of the naughty child.
"Yes, yes, that's very reasonable. It's a heavy loss." Before Lu Yancheng could say anything, Song Qiu ran to Lin Jin and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. The look in his eyes was full of heartache. "Idol, you've suffered so much."
Last night, that abstract art master actually kissed my idol forcibly!
Is there any justice in the world?
The anger of his idol being brutally destroyed made him look at Lu Yang with murderous eyes, which made Lu Yang's scalp numb. He forced a smile and knelt down in front of him, "Sister-in-law, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have done that this morning... Anyway, I know I was wrong, please don't bear grudges."
He thought his brother had brought his sister-in-law to settle accounts with him, but he never expected that the first thing Lu Yancheng said had nothing to do with what happened in the morning.
"If you like someone, try your best to pursue them. If you don't like someone, don't provoke them. I never taught you to get angry at others when you encounter problems."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present was stunned.
Lu Yang didn't expect that his thoughts would be exposed by his own brother, especially in front of another person involved. For a moment, he was unable to raise his head and seemed to be thinking about something, and he felt that this seemed to be true.
Lin Jin remained silent with a cold face. He didn't mind Lu Yancheng's handling of the matter, but being remembered by a mad dog who was so much younger than him was not a glorious thing. It would most likely be the darkest black history of his life.
Neither party spoke. After being shocked for a few seconds, Song Qiu felt that the atmosphere was not good, so he ran over and grabbed Lu Yancheng, "Mr. Lu... No, Lu Yancheng, you are really good. You are impartial and just talk about the matter. You have taken care of both my younger brother and my good brother!"
At times like this, someone is needed to smooth things over, and he was more than happy to play that role and help out, because he didn't want his idol to have any rift with his savior because of this kind of thing, so he became more and more cheerful as he spoke.
"As expected, old ginger is still spicy!"
Lu Yancheng: “…”
Now, Lin Jin's expression eased, and he soon returned to his smiling face, "Boss Lu, Young Master Song is right, the older you are, the wiser you are."
Song Qiu would just pick a suitable metaphor to praise it, but he was different. He emphasized the word "old".
Your own troubles are annoying, but you can’t ignore your boss’s jokes.
Lu Yancheng's already dark complexion was now completely unbearable to look at. In front of Song Qiu's confused gaze, he uttered three words, "Come to the study."
The words were directed to Lin Jin, who followed with a smile that looked like he was watching the fun.
As soon as the two of them left, Lu Yang immediately got up from the ground without any image and collapsed on the sofa, not moving.
Song Qiu didn't say anything. He watched the two people who were going to the study get into the elevator, and then sat on the sofa to think about life.
I don't know how long it took, but two voices sounded in the living room at the same time.
"Sister-in-law, from your gay perspective, what do you think..."
"Mr. Lu, do you think it's possible for you two to be gay..."
Neither of them finished their words, and the moment they looked at each other, there was the same shock in their eyes.
Lu Yang: "Who is gay? I'm straight, sister-in-law!"
Song Qiu: "If you're gay, don't bring me along! I'm a straight man!"
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