Chapter 48 Chapter 48 "It's not like I haven't kissed before, what are you afraid of...
Lou Ye closed his eyes, his voice low and his breathing a little disordered: "If you keep yelling, I'll call your mother and Ming Che soon."
"I don't mind your family knowing about our relationship. It's a good opportunity for me to gain some respect for myself."
When Mingle heard what he said, he quickly covered his mouth, but then he thought, the room was well soundproofed, and his mother and brother's rooms were far away, so no one would hear it.
He kicked Lou Ye angrily. Not only did he take advantage of him, but he also acted like a hooligan to him. Even a male god deserved a beating: "If my mother sees, she will ask the bodyguard to break your legs."
Lou Ye turned over and said indifferently: "Let's break it off. Let me kiss you again before we break it off."
The words Ming Le wanted to use to scold him were stuck in his throat. His idol had changed and become very shameless.
Seeing him dazed, Lou Ye got up and tucked him into the bed, then held him in his arms again: "Go to sleep quickly."
Afraid that he would react again, Ming Le didn't dare to move this time. He rested his head on Lou Ye's arm and closed his eyes obediently.
Lou Ye looked at the docile little boy in his arms, and placed a tender kiss on his forehead.
It's really tiring.
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The next day, Lou Ye was the first to wake up. Ming Le lay in bed wailing, unable to get up. "Oh, my neck hurts so much, it must be broken."
Ming Le reached out his hand to the back of his neck and hit it a few times. He was fine last night, but he was no longer able to do it after waking up today.
His movements were rough, and Lou Ye couldn't stand it any longer. He pulled him out of the warm bed and said, "How can you hit yourself like this? Let me see."
Ming Le sat up and twisted his neck left and right with difficulty. "It's all your fault. Why is it so stiff? It must be because I slept on your arm all night. I have a stiff neck!"
Lou Ye: ...He felt a little wronged.
He didn't feel any soreness even when his arms were used as a pillow, but the young master's neck couldn't take it anymore.
"Then, let me straighten it for you?" Lou Ye touched his head with both hands and made him look at him. Ming Le trembled. Would his neck be broken directly?
"No, no, it should be fine in a while." Lou Ye was very strong. He didn't want to die yet, so he pushed Lou Ye's hand away and said, "Let's wash up and go downstairs first. I guess my mother and the boss have already gone to the company."
Lou Ye: “Yeah.”
Ming Le went to his room first and washed up with difficulty. He couldn't think straight. He decided not to use Lou Ye as a pillow again next time.
It's comfortable when I use it, but very painful afterwards.
Half an hour later, the two went downstairs together. Ming's mother asked the cook to prepare breakfast in advance so that the two could get up and eat.
Now there are only Mingle and Louye at home.
"Has your brother really retired from the entertainment industry?" Lou Ye took the dishes and chopsticks handed to him by the servant, set the tableware for Ming Le, and poured porridge into a white porcelain bowl for him, almost feeding him into his mouth himself.
The servant beside him: His job is going to be taken away too?
Ming Le waved away the extra people in the restaurant. With Lou Ye there, he didn't need anyone else.
"Yes, he's helping mom now." Mingle took a sip of porridge with a spoon. "The porridge served by Brother Louye is sweeter than others."
There is clearly no sugar in the porridge.
His little mouth seemed to be covered with honey, and Lou Ye willingly peeled eggs for him, not feeling uncomfortable at all.
"My brother works hard at singing, but it's just so-so. He's mediocre. His popularity is just a result of his good looks." Ming Le's evaluation was quite pertinent. Even though he's a popular singer, he does have a lot of fans. "But don't say that in front of him. It'll break his defense. If I say that, he'll hit me too."
Lou Ye: “Yeah.”
Ming Le thought of his brother’s concert some time ago. He saw on the hot searches that there were fans who fainted from crying. Ming Le was amazed. This was too much love.
Even if Lou Ye retired from the entertainment industry, he would at most feel sorry and continue to spend money to support him. He probably wouldn't cry so miserably.
Lou Ye naturally had no idea what the young master was thinking. After he knew Ming Che's identity, he searched online and listened to his works, and they were indeed... not very good to him.
When rich kids get tired of playing in the circle, the right thing to do is to go home and inherit the family business.
In half an hour, Mingle finished his breakfast, and there was still some left in his bowl. Although he was usually picky about food, he had the good habit of not leaving any food.
But he felt a little full and couldn't eat anymore.
Seeing this, Lou Ye naturally took his bowl and started eating his remaining breakfast, which also had half an egg.
"No, I've eaten it. It's dirty." Ming Le was about to snatch it away.
"It's not like we've kissed before, so what's there to be afraid of?" Lou Ye said calmly, finishing his unfinished meal in just a few bites.
And no matter where it is dirty, his baby is clean.
Lou Ye's words made Ming Le's ears burn. Fortunately, there was no one in the restaurant at that time, otherwise he would be too embarrassed to see anyone.
Ming Le went to his room to pack his schoolbag, then came down again. He still had homework to do: "Brother Lou Ye, please take me with you."
There was naturally no reason for Lou Ye to refuse, and he was not working these days.
After leaving Ming's house, Lou Ye took the bag from him and asked, "How much did you put in? Did you not do anything inside?"
Ming Le's eyes dodged: "There's still time, it can be finished."
"If I can't finish it by then, why don't you just write it for me?" Isn't that what a boyfriend is for?
Lou Ye put his schoolbag on the back seat, and after hearing what he said, he said ruthlessly, "No."
Mingle pursed his lips and looked at him.
Lou Ye leaned over to fasten his seatbelt: "A good student won't let others do their homework for him."
"Then just treat me as a bad student." Ming Le said with his hands spread out.
Lou Ye looked at him and was silent for a moment.
As long as he stared at people without saying anything, and the aura around him was very strong, Mingle felt a little scared and didn't dare to look at people.
However, Mingle couldn't help but complain in his heart, why is the control so strict? He now feels like he has not found a boyfriend, but a feudal father.
His attitude towards discipline is much more severe than his uncle's.
Humph, forget it. Lou Ye is still in the probation period anyway and is not his official boyfriend yet. If he is really angry, he will kick him!
But Ming Le didn't dare to say this out loud. He clasped his hands and hummed.
Knowing that the child was throwing a tantrum, Lou Ye did not comfort him immediately, but let him calm down for a while.
Mingle: If I ignore him, will he really stop coaxing me?
After parking the car in the underground garage, when Lou Ye was about to carry Ming Le's schoolbag, Ming Le quickly grabbed it himself.
He should do his own thing!
Mingle always stands on the side when taking the elevator, never next to Louye.
Anyway, he was obviously angry, but it was impossible to ask him to go back to his home.
He is going to make trouble for Lou Ye.
The young master obviously disliked him, and Lou Ye unlocked the fingerprint lock on the door with his fingers.
Mingle entered the house, changed his shoes and went into his room, but did not lock the door.
The young master obviously needs to be coaxed.
Lou Ye has never had much patience with people. If someone had told him in the past that one day he would look at a little brat's face and try to please him even though he was treated coldly, he would have sneered and mocked the other person.
But now... he should just coax her.
When he returned to Beijing, he prepared snacks for Mingle at home, including his favorite strawberries. Lou Ye washed them and brought them into Mingle's bedroom.
"Lele."
Mingle was sitting at the desk. When he heard the sound, he turned his head to the other side, not looking at anyone. He was playing with his mobile phone just now, but now he took out the test paper and was doing it, not wanting to be disturbed.
"No one helped me write, so I had to work hard on the project myself."
"It's a pity that I went to the crew to visit someone before. That's why I was delayed and couldn't finish it." Ming Le talked nonsense without blushing or breathing heavily.
Lou Ye: ...
He looked uncomfortable: "Well, is there anything you don't know how to do? I'll teach you." But he wouldn't do it directly for Mingle.
Ming Le snorted. He didn't want to be taught. It was not like he didn't know how to do it.
This trick didn't work, so Lou Ye tried to coax him: "I brought you your favorite strawberries, do you want some?"
Mingle took a quick look and saw that Lou Ye had bought premium strawberries, each one round, plump, fresh, red and big.
He reached out and took a strawberry, bit off the tip, and then showed a disgusted expression: "So sour!"
The supermarket clerk had introduced this variety and said it had a sweet taste, so Lou Ye knew that the young master was looking for trouble.
"It's my fault that the baby suffered."
There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice when he spoke, and Mingle's face turned red.
He is still angry. Please don't commit such a foul and stop provoking him.
Mingle snorted, bit off a dozen strawberry tips in a row, and then gave the rest back to Lou Ye.
Let him eat the unsweet strawberry butt, this is the punishment!
Lou Ye finished eating in silence, which was better than Ming Le ignoring him.
Seeing that he was on the right track, Mingle was very satisfied and no longer angry.
"Oh, not only does my neck hurt, but now I can't even lift my shoulders. It seems to be worse than this morning."
How did it get worse? Lou Ye put his big hands on his shoulders and kneaded them gently, and Ming Le hissed.
He did exaggerate, but it must be painful. If Lou Ye exerted force, it would be involved. He really wasn't pretending.
He irritably pushed the things on the desk aside and laid his head on it.
Ming Le had taken off his coat when he entered the room, leaving only the sweater underneath. From Lou Ye's perspective, he could clearly see the back of his white neck, with its slender and soft lines.
"Oh, be gentle." Ming Le's soft voice sounded.
Lou Ye's fingers on the smooth skin froze: "Hmm."
Lou Ye's strength was just right. Ming Le was not used to it at first, but gradually he felt comfortable and started to hum like a kitten.
Lou Ye's Adam's apple rolled violently twice, sweat broke out on his forehead, and his grip unconsciously increased a bit.
"Ouch, it's too heavy, be gentler."
Lou Ye: "...Can you please be quiet?"
It really hurts, but you’re not allowed to make a sound. Why do you have to be so overbearing? “I can’t help it.”
Lou Ye: Does he think he can hold it in?
The cell phone on the desk beside him vibrated a few times, but Lou Ye didn't look at it. He concentrated on massaging the shoulders and neck of a certain spoiled young master.
The door outside beeped twice, the sound of fingerprint unlocking, but the two people in the room didn't hear it.
Geng Zhao took the shoe covers and handed them to Chen Si, then bent down to put them on himself. "Brother Lou said he was at home, so why can't I see him?"
Chen Si held the contract documents in his hand, put on his shoe covers and walked into the living room: "He's probably taking a break."
"It's too heavy, um, it hurts, be gentler..." The young man's soft and charming voice came from the room. Geng Zhao stood stiffly in place, dumbfounded for a moment.
Chen Si also looked at him in confusion. What was going on?
His usually amiable expression instantly darkened. How could he not know that his artist was so wild and even dared to bring someone home?!
Geng Zhao reacted quickly, ran to the door and knocked hurriedly a few times: "Brother Lou, Brother Chen and I are here to see you!"
The sound inside stopped all of a sudden, and the two people outside became more convinced of their guess.
Geng Zhao stood at the door and didn't dare to look at Chen Si's expression.
With a creaky sound, Lou Ye opened the door and Ming Le followed him.
The boy's eyes were flushed, and his thick eyelashes were wet. It was obvious that he had been bullied. "Uncle Chen, Brother Geng Zhao, why are you here?"
He hadn't heard the voice carefully just now, but for some reason, when he saw that it was Ming Le who came out, Chen Si felt relieved.
He thought Lou Ye was carrying Young Master Ming on his back to take the little duck home.
"We came at the wrong time."
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