Chu Li discovered that the opera teacher was particularly gentle and easy to talk to after he was satisfied.

According to previous experience of ordering takeout, if Chu Chuan wanted to eat porridge and Chu Li wanted to eat rice that day, they would definitely eat porridge in the evening... This time, when Chu Li was using her mobile phone to select what to eat, the man sat silently by her side, carefully bandaging her finger which was no longer bleeding.

"What to eat?"

"As you say."

"……hamburger."

"OK."

This guy doesn't really like Western food. He only eats toast for breakfast, and he often asks if it's better to have a crispy breakfast...

Chu Li put down her phone and looked at Zhu Chuan in surprise. The man put down her bandaged hand without even looking up. He then took out some ointment from somewhere, holding the ointment in one hand and reaching towards Chu Li's skirt with the other hand... Chu Li shrank back as if by reflex. Zhu Chuan's fingertips only had time to touch her skirt. He raised his head and raised his eyebrows: "It hurts, don't you? Apply the ointment."

The tone was extremely gentlemanly.

However, Chu Li still said that she would do it herself. Zhu Chuan did not object and handed the ointment to her directly, then took her phone and continued to order takeout... Chu Li took it, opened the lid and scooped out some cool ointment. Her fingertips felt cool, and she reached under her skirt, groping for the painful spot and applied it upwards. The ointment stimulated her skin and stung it again. She groaned and shuddered.

Then the atmosphere, which was fine just now, became a little strange.

Chu Li could feel a pair of burning eyes staring at her face, scanning back and forth. She raised her head and found that the person who was supposed to be concentrating on ordering takeout was now looking at her with his head tilted, and there seemed to be a familiar darkness in his eyes...

Chu Li retracted his hand and became alert: "What are you looking at?"

"...Don't make any sound. Don't shake."

"Why? It hurts!"

"Imagine a little girl sitting next to a man, with her hands under her skirt, babbling and trembling slightly. What effect would this scene have?" Zhu Chuan stared at Chu Li and said slowly, "When you are like this, I want to make you feel more pain."

Chu Li was so frightened by his words that he curled up his toes and cursed him as a "stinking hooligan" and hit him with the plaster in his hand.

The man took the plaster steadily, handed the phone with the takeaway order back to Chu Li, twisted the jar to dig out some, and forcibly pried her legs apart - compared to himself, Zhao Chuan was always a little rough, plus his fingertips were rough, Chu Li was in so much pain that she grimaced...

“It hurts, it hurts.”

"How about this?" He said with less force.

"It's a little better, but it still hurts...hiss, just apply the medicine on your hand and don't touch it anywhere else." Chu Li grabbed the man's hand and glared at him.

"I didn't mean to do that. Don't be so sensitive. I'll apply some medicine to you... I was doing it for a long time just now, and I think my skin is a little rubbed."

Hirukawa's tone was understated until the back of his hand and the curled fingers touched other places... Hatsuri gasped and grabbed the pillow on the sofa to cover her face, biting her lower lip with her teeth. The heat in her body seemed to be concentrated in her lower abdomen - and then turned into a warm current, her thigh muscles tightened, and her attention was completely attracted by the big hand pressed under her skirt -

If you don't try, you won't know you can be so naughty.

After hugging the pillow, Chu Li had to bite her bent fingertips tightly to prevent any sound. As the fabric rubbed against her, the man's wrist moved slightly, and cool air penetrated under her skirt... She heard the man chuckle in a daze, and then touched her again, then took his hand out, took the pillow that was thrown at him, and said honestly: "I did it on purpose this time."

The blush on Chu Li's face had not yet faded. She pulled down her skirt with her trembling hands with bite marks: "No, no, I won't go on. I'll just get my skin broken..."

Zhuo Chuan seemed not to hear her mumbling and glanced at the back of his hand: "You're wet again."

The word "again" was so eloquent. Chu Li raised her hands to cover her ears, and the man leaned over slightly to pull her hands down: "Let me help you?"

How can I help?

Chu Li was confused.

As if he understood what the girl who was staring at him blankly was asking, the man thought for a moment and said seriously, "Use your mouth."

“…………………………………………………………” Chu Li rescued her hand from the man’s big hand and said expressionlessly, “Get as far away from me as possible.”

...Finally, before the takeaway was delivered, Chu Li pushed Zhuchuan away and jumped off the sofa. The moment she landed on the ground, her knees went weak and she almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, the man behind her was quick to catch her and saved her from falling.

I limped up to the attic, wrapped my fingers and the broken skin on my legs with plastic wrap and went to take a shower. This time I saw clearly when I was wrapping them, they were really red and broken, and it was horrible to look at.

[The monkey's hired navy: My skin is really broken. It's your fault.]

【Zhuchuan: Take a picture?】

[The water army hired by the monkey: Bah! You are taking pornographic pictures for nothing! ]

【Zhu Chuan: What do you mean? How can I care about you if you don’t show me?】

Chu Li threw away her phone and continued limping into the bathroom.

…

A few days later, Chu Li carried her bag and prepared to follow Zhu Chuan on the journey to "meet the parents".

To be honest, she was a little nervous. Even though she was so arrogant in Yuanyue Society and chased after great authors for manuscripts every day, she still felt a little insecure when she met the real bigwigs in the literary world. Her mind was full of questions like "what should I say", "what should I do", "how can I show that I am cultured"...

What's more, he is Chuan's father.

So, the night before departure, Chu Li was still hiding in Che Chuan's study, desperately trying to make up for Che Gu Xuan's work that won the Flower Branch Award - this time, mentioning the Flower Branch Award was a foregone conclusion, and the fact that Che Gu Xuan won the Flower Branch Award in previous years was no secret. Chu Li did not want to miss such a good opportunity to flatter her future father-in-law.

While Chu Li was doing this, Zhuo Chuan also moved a small stool and sat beside her to read a book. The difference was that he was reading an adult fairy tale in a foreign language. He looked classy and a little cute. While reading, he raised his head to look at Chu Li, and saw her frowning slightly while reading, and then turned the page after a moment.

"Zhechuan, the protagonist A here said that Huangpu has always lived in the hearts of every student, and that spirit will be passed down from generation to generation for thousands of years - what is the "spirit" here?"

"It's in the author's preface."

"oh."

“…”

Zhuochuan put down the book in his hand, supported his chin with one hand and looked at the little girl who was sitting under the lamp not far away and flipping through the preface to find the answer.

——This girl must be born to be an editor. After all, if she wants, she can always make the author very happy.

Look at how Zhaochuan had tricked her in the past; then think about Jiang Yucheng, that old fox; and Suo Heng and Ah Gui who are totally devoted to her now... and a series of authors who gathered after she became the deputy editor-in-chief.

...More than one person told Zhu Chuan that the editor who edited "Luohe Divine Book" for you was so nice and smart. They envied you because you seemed to be very close to her. You won't have to worry about publishing books in the future.

Zhuchuan knew clearly what this meant.

Before he was released, he might have denied it directly. He would have told those guys that it didn't matter where they published the book, and he would sign with whoever offered the best conditions.

But now he has become a little hesitant to answer such questions. He will vaguely laugh it off or give a vague answer of "Who knows"...

Only he himself knew, and had witnessed with his own eyes what she had done for the author, what she had fought for, and how hard she had tried... That day at the book fair, Jiang Yucheng looked at her from afar at the signing stand, standing for two hours from beginning to end without any complaints, without even having time to drink a sip of water, just concentrating on staying by the author's side to protect him - at that time, Zhuo Chuan had some wonderful fantasies: if only it was him, Zhuo Chuan, sitting at the signing stand signing books at that time.

The subsequent jealousy and rage were probably derived from this initial idea.

...regardless of whether she is his girlfriend now or not, even if she and he are not in "that kind of" relationship at the moment, he might still -

"What's on my face?" The person under the lamp raised his head, touched his face, and said with a smile, "Why are you staring at me like that?"

…………Well, it is somewhat related, the man thought to himself expressionlessly, at best it can only be considered a plus point, after all, such a sweet smile is impossible to refuse. At least as her boyfriend, he can't do it.

"You don't have to take that old man's book so seriously. Isn't this meeting mainly about discussing my nomination and the hacking I've received? If he's so narcissistic as to ask such in-depth questions about his own book, I'll have a fight with him."

"...Speaking of this, I also want to say that I thought you hadn't read your father's book," Chu Li lifted the cover, "but when I randomly asked a question from the book, you knew where to find the answer."

“…”

Zhaochuan felt a little regretful for bringing up this topic.

He lowered his head and continued to turn the pages of his book.

"You actually admire your dad quite a lot." Chu Li stretched out his leg and kicked him under the desk. "So you are actually quite happy about being shortlisted this time, and not as indifferent as you appear to be?"

"You talk too much nonsense."

"Our Jung-chuan," Chu Li closed the book and stood up, smiling as he reached out to touch the man's hair, "You've already celebrated your zodiac year of 28 twice, but in your heart you're still an 18-year-old middle school boy. Oh, be good, be good——"

“…”

The man reluctantly took her hands off his head.

He threw the book in his hand away, pulled the person sitting in the armchair up and sat her in his arms, fixed one hand on her waist to prevent her from moving, stretched his neck and kissed the corner of her lips: "Am I an 18-year-old immature middle school boy or a 28-year-old mature man? Don't you know?"

"..." Chu Li was stunned for a moment, lowered her head and looked into his eyes. After realizing that he was making a dirty joke, she pinched his face, "Zhechuan, what if your family doesn't like me? They think I'm a vixen who used my job to seduce their son or something..."

"What manuscripts are you reading recently?"

“………………A TVB-style story, the hero’s family is a large enterprise that monopolizes the dessert business, and the heroine is a glutinous rice seller on the street.”

"…This manuscript was rejected because the idea was so wild that it was about to leak out, and it would have an incorrect social impact. Then you just forget that you are a glutinous rice seller, and run away with the red envelope that my parents gave to their son's girlfriend as a courtesy. We will split the money between us, and find a storefront for your glutinous rice restaurant so that you don't have to be exposed to the wind and rain." Zhuo Chuan held her head with his big hand and made her lower her head. He kissed the corner of her lips, "The rest is none of their business."

"..." Chu Li held the man's tongue in her mouth and said vaguely, "Shouldn't you comfort me now - it's okay, they must like me?"

"...If I want to know what kind of people they like, why do we have to quarrel all day long?" Zhuo Chuan said speechlessly, "For so many years, my family has never made headlines because one of the father and son killed the other first. From this, we can infer that don't be afraid, my family is full of gentlemen."

"?"

"A gentleman talks, not fights. My dad is a real-life keyboard warrior, a paper tiger with no lethal power."

"…Why do I suddenly feel that your father-son relationship is pretty good?"

"You've gone crazy selling sticky rice."