Chapter 33 Chapter 33 "I volunteered to have a private relationship with Brother Lou Ye..."
Lou Ye rubbed his head, and Ming Le rubbed his cheek against his palm.
"When did you arrive? I thought you were too busy to come back to Jing City lately?"
After rubbing against the person, Ming Le seemed to feel that the action was too intimate, and his face flushed a little. Why could he always not help wanting to get close to Lou Ye?
It must be that the idol's charm is too great and he has no resistance. That must be the case.
"My scenes have been wrapped, so I rushed back." Lou Ye handed him the gift box. "Happy eighteenth birthday."
Ming Le took it with surprise. He was very happy that Lou Ye gave him a gift, no matter what it was.
And it was already this late, and the other party was about to rush back from the crew, wearing the black down jacket that he often wore on the crew.
Mingle was so moved that he buried his head, turned his back quietly and wiped his red eyes.
You can't be so useless as to lose your money. It will be embarrassing.
Lou Ye naturally saw his actions and laughed softly.
"Still laughing! You're the one who made me cry, stop laughing." He hit Lou Ye on the chest.
Lou Ye bent down and wrapped his hand around his. The soft and delicate touch was very comfortable.
"Okay, I won't laugh anymore. Why are you wearing so little? Be careful not to catch a cold."
He hadn't noticed it just now, but now he realized that Mingle was wearing slippers and not even socks, with his slender white ankles exposed.
"Then let's get in the car and go." Ming Le opened the car door and was about to get in. He suddenly thought of something and made a goodbye gesture to the security guard at the door, who gestured back.
According to the usual time, he would still be sleeping when his mother and the eldest son go out tomorrow, and he would not be discovered unless the security guard said so.
Lou Ye: "You're not going in?"
Mingle sat in the passenger seat, wrapped up in his coat. "I'm already out, and it's winter break, and I don't have classes. Why would I go back in?"
It sounded reasonable, and Lou Ye couldn't refute it. He sat down and buckled Ming Le's seat belt.
"Well, I hope Auntie doesn't think I'm a bad boy who kidnapped her precious son."
He spoke seriously, but some words hit Mingle's funny spot. Mingle laughed so hard that he covered his stomach in his seat, with tears in the corners of his eyes.
"It's okay, I eloped with Brother Louye on my own accord~"
Lou Ye couldn't help laughing. Does he know what elopement means?
What a misuse of words, but Lou Ye felt uncontrollably sweet inside.
"Brother Lou Ye, what gift did you prepare for me?" Ming Le held the box in his arms and looked at it from left to right. The packaging was very high-end, with three layers inside and three layers outside. It looked like an electronic product.
"Can I open it now?"
Lou Ye started the car and turned the direction: "Yeah."
Mingle excitedly opened the blind box. It must be a game console. He loves playing games the most, but the weight is wrong?
"Ah, it's a watch. What a special style." He opened the gift box. The watch, which was carefully packaged, had a low-key and luxurious black-blue dial with a smooth texture. The size of the watch was just right for his wrist.
He has never seen this style of smartwatch on the market, so it must be expensive, right?
Mingle turned the watch over and saw the pinyin abbreviation of his own name. It was indeed custom-made.
"Lou Ye, is this watch expensive? Is your salary enough?"
He doesn't want the card given to Lou Ye, which makes Ming Le very embarrassed.
Lou Ye slowed down his driving and replied, "It's not expensive, just an ordinary smartwatch."
"It can monitor daily vital signs and so on." Lou Ye said lightly.
Mingle's fingers, which were touching the dial, froze, and he looked at Louye unnaturally: "Why did you buy this smartwatch for me?"
Did you see his illness?
Lou Ye's expression remained unchanged: "You said before that you were not in good health when you were a child, and you had a lot of minor ailments as you grew up."
So that's it, Mingle breathed a sigh of relief, and the smile on his face became relaxed.
"Oh, thank you, Brother Louye. I like it very much. I will wear it from now on."
He has a lot of watches, but the one Lou Ye gave him is different.
"Have you adjusted it? It will show up directly."
Lou Ye: “Yeah.”
Not only did he connect the data to his mobile phone, he also kept the location, but judging from Mingle's expression, he probably didn't notice.
"Um."
Ming Le tilted his head to look at Lou Ye, his lips curved and his two dimples were particularly obvious: "Thank you, Brother Lou Ye."
"You're welcome." Lou Ye parked the car in the underground garage and turned off the engine. Ming Le got out from the passenger seat, his slippers clattering as he walked.
The apartment has a cleaner who comes to clean it regularly every week, so even if he is away from home for a long time, he can come back and stay there anytime.
He turned on the light in the living room. Mingle's own slippers had become dirty, so he changed into the pair that Lou Ye had bought for him and placed in the entrance.
"There are two sets of pajamas in your size in the room where you sleep. You can change into them after taking a shower." Lou Ye opened the refrigerator and took a look. The things there were also bought in advance today.
"Okay, I know." Ming Le put the gift box that he was reluctant to throw away on the cabinet in the entrance hall, and then went to the living room.
He was as casual as if he were at home, but he was so sleepy, hungry and tired.
It was really uncomfortable that I couldn’t even eat enough at my own birthday party. Mingle rubbed his stomach.
"Someone fell into my big cake today..." Ming Le muttered, "It's my own birthday, and I didn't even get to eat the cake. I wanted to eat it so badly, I wanted to eat it so badly..."
Mingle checked his watch. He had already put it on, but it was almost four in the morning.
"It would be best if it's a fruitcake with lots of strawberries, but if you don't have strawberries, blueberries will work too."
“It’s not only that the takeaway food isn’t fresh and clean, but they’re all closed.”
He muttered to himself.
Lou Ye was still in the kitchen, but he also heard his muttering. He quickly made a small bowl of noodles, golden soup, a few green vegetables, and a sunny-side-up egg on top.
Ming Le sniffed and smelled a strong fragrance. He swallowed and his stomach couldn't help but growl twice.
"Eat it." Lou Ye brought it over and placed it on the table in the restaurant.
Mingle pounced over like a hungry wolf, took the chopsticks and started to eat: "You don't want to eat?"
"I don't eat midnight snacks now." Lou Ye took his coat and put it on, then said worriedly, "I'm going out for a while and will be back in half an hour."
Mingle: The male god is not fat?
Why are you still going out so late? Is there something wrong?
"Okay, you have to come back soon." Ming Le didn't ask him why he went out, in case he thought it was private and didn't want to tell.
Lou Ye closed the door. Ming Le took a look and continued to eat the noodles in the bowl. They smelled so good that he could even drink up all the soup.
He ate to his satisfaction and rubbed his belly.
Should he wash the dishes himself? But he doesn’t know how.
Mingle put the bowl into the sink, yawned twice, turned around and curled up on the sofa. He decided to wait for Lou Ye to come back.
He pulled the plush blanket on the sofa, wrapped himself in it, and curled up to sleep.
Half an hour later, exactly, when Lou Ye came back with the materials, Ming Le was sleeping soundly.
He went into the kitchen, searched for the tutorial on his phone, clicked on it, and then started using tools to beat the cream and bake the cake base.
In a 24-hour supermarket, the strawberries are fresh and covered with dew, so the young master probably won’t mind them being unpalatable.
Mingle changed his position on the sofa and continued to sleep. He seemed to smell a sweet scent in the dim light. He sniffed it subconsciously and then opened his sleepy eyes.
"Lou Ye, when did you come back? What are you doing?"
When Ming Le saw clearly what Lou Ye brought out on the plate, his sleepiness disappeared in an instant.
Did Lou Ye make this himself?!
So he just went out to buy ingredients for making a cake, and it was the strawberry cake he wanted to eat!
"Lou Ye, are you a superhero?"
Lou Ye put the cake on the table and prepared a knife and fork: "Don't you want to eat it?"
Ming Le felt an indescribable feeling in his heart, a sweet feeling bubbling in his heart: "Can I have it just because I want to eat it?"
Lou Ye: “Yeah.”
He said "hmm", and Mingle wrinkled his nose cutely again. He had made Lou Ye too tired. It was already early morning, and he had no idea how long this man had been doing it after he bought it.
It looks so good.
"Brother Lou Ye, have you ever made a cake before?" Ming Le took out his mobile phone, took a 360-degree video of the cake, and then uploaded it to his Weibo.
And attached the copy:
[Birthday, I ate a cake made by my idol~]
Lou Ye shook his head helplessly and cut him a piece of strawberry.
The cake is not big, but Mingle feels like he can’t finish it by himself.
"It's my first time making this, so I'm going to give it a try. I looked up instructional videos, and it should taste okay."
Mingle took a big bite, his pupils lit up instantly, and he gave Louye a thumbs up: "Delicious!"
"How come you are so amazing? You know everything." He praised sincerely.
Lou Ye smiled and said nothing.
Is it great to be able to make cupcakes?
Mingle was enjoying eating the cake so much that he didn't even feel sleepy.
"Brother Louye, you eat too." He fed Louye with the spoon he had used to eat, which was a very intimate act of sharing.
Lou Ye's eyes darkened, and his slightly drooping eyelids made it difficult for Ming Le to see the deeper meaning behind his eyes.
“Sweets make you fat.”
Ming Le didn't stretch his hand back, and even handed the cake to Lou Ye's lips: "Just one bite, it's okay."
Lou Ye looked at him with deep eyes, and opened his mouth to hold the spoon at the corner of his mouth.
Mingle didn't notice the man's aggressive gaze, his focus was on the cake: "Is it sweet?"
"Yeah." But no one is sweet.
Mingle took back his spoon: "It tastes sweet to me too, hehe."
For the first time ever, he finished all the cakes and ate until he burped. This did not mean that Lou Ye's hard work was in vain. He did not even notice that there was white cream on his lips.
The Weibo post he just posted has already received hundreds of likes. Everyone is an expert at staying up late.
Mingle didn't even look at his own comment section. Weibo automatically pushed a hot search, and when he clicked on it, he was dumbfounded.
"It's over, my idol, the paparazzi photographed you buying ingredients in the supermarket!" Ming Le exclaimed.
"No, you covered yourself so tightly, how could those people see through you?"
#A male actor named L went out late at night fully armed, and he was actually going to... #
"This is such a catchy headline! It even trended on the search results. I'm speechless!" Ming Le complained angrily, "The comment section is already full of haters swarming in to slam you."
Lou Ye took out his cell phone and took a look. He had gotten used to it during this period of time. Any little movement would become a hot topic.
"It's okay, I just took a picture of myself buying things in the supermarket."
"Yeah, luckily I didn't follow you out." Ming Le patted his chest guiltily, "But I posted a Weibo about the cake, so it won't be noticed, right?"
Lou Ye's eyes never left the cream left on the corner of his mouth: "They can't associate it with that."
"That's right, I was too anxious and worried." Ming Le put the phone back with peace of mind.
Lou Ye moved closer, and the two were so close that Ming Le's breathing stopped, and Lou Ye's hot breath sprayed on his neck.
He placed his hands on the man's muscular chest: "What, what's wrong?"
Lou Ye's eyes were deep, and the distance between them was getting closer and closer: "Don't move."
Ming Le's long and thick eyelashes kept blinking like a butterfly flapping its wings. He clenched his sleeves with his fingers and subconsciously closed his eyes slowly.
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