Chapter 58 Taking You Home to Meet My Parents
It was completely dark, and the clothes piled on the bed were gradually shaken to half hanging on the edge of the bed, and fell to the carpet with a plop.
The light in the bedroom was still dim, illuminating Youan's flushed face. The tip of his nose was against Lancelot's Adam's apple, and the hot air and unclear voice almost drove Lancelot crazy with excitement.
It turned out that spending a long time in the training room was very useful. Lancelot's strong and slender waist had almost terrifying strength. Even when he carried someone around the room, he didn't seem tired at all. Finally, he took the dirty Youan to the bathroom mirror.
Youan's consciousness seemed to still be floating in the heat of the bathroom. When he came to his senses a little, he saw in the mirror the slightly bulging chest muscles behind him with water droplets dripping down into the tight waist and abdomen. His mind suddenly became dizzy again and he leaned back actively.
How pitiful...
Lancelot revealed his noble hypocritical nature, murmuring with sympathy and pity, yet wishing the other person could smell like him, in his mouth, on his face, on his chest...
He was like a diligent craftsman, kneading the white and tender rice cake in his arms, sometimes lightly and sometimes heavily. Although the filling only had one cream flavor, he stuffed it generously to the brim.
Youan frowned in dissatisfaction, muttering something to himself.
Although the rice cake chef who was setting up the stall for the first time lacked experience, he cared a lot about the opinions of customers and practiced filling the cakes again and again before he finally succeeded.
Towards the latter half of the night, the cozy night light in the bedroom emits warm light, enveloping the soft big bed.
Youan lay on the soft pillow, playing with a high-level alien Rubik's Cube in his hand, and twisting his tail leisurely.
Lancelot supported his face with one hand and lay on his side beside Youan. He raised his hand and placed it on his lower back, rubbing it slowly. There were two obvious fingerprints on the side of his waist, both of which were left by him.
Youan glanced at him sideways, and the hot water poured over the other person and hit his red abdomen, leaving a trace of heat that could not be dispelled.
His face flushed and he moved aside calmly.
Lancelot was able to see this cute little gesture out of the corner of his eye, so he glanced over, pinched Youan's chin, turned his face to face him, and kissed his cheek with a smile.
Youan was shaken by his kiss, his eyes narrowed, and then he heard the other person's voice floating over.
"I'm going home tomorrow."
Lancelot picked up a strand of his hair and scratched it under Youan's chin. "You and Tuan Tuan come with me. Mommy really wants to see you."
You An opened his mouth blankly: "Ah..."
"What kind of reaction is that?" Lancelot narrowed his eyes slightly, sizing up the expression on Youan's face with suspicion. "Now that we're in a relationship and have slept together, you don't want to be a scumbag who abandons you after having sex with you, do you?"
Youan was caught off guard by the blame.
Lancelot seemed to be getting more and more reasonable as he suddenly pulled the quilt up and covered his head, shouting, "Oh, I'm so pitiful... My hands hurt, my heart hurts, and I've lost my virginity..."
"No, no..." Youan explained stumblingly, "I will be responsible."
He pushed the trembling ball of quilt, coaxed her while lifting the corner of the quilt, and peeked inside, meeting Lancelot's handsome face with a sly smile.
"Come here!"
An arm quickly reached out and wrapped around his slender waist, and before Youan could scream, he was happily brought back to the nest.
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Dear Lancelot,
Colin has told us what happened recently. Take care of your arm injury. Your father doesn't want it to affect your final exams.
Also, bring your kidnapped boyfriend home with you. We have to see the results of your drunken escapades, right?
Also bring a super small bunny for kids.
I want to move.
Your gentle mother.
At the dinner table at noon the next day, Youan saw Lancelot showing the message from Mrs. Su on the screen, and then he realized that it was not a sudden invitation to him to go to Vanser Manor.
You An had only a few years in his life to interact with his closest relatives and elders. He and You Tuantuan huddled together in front of the shopping page on the light screen, racking their brains to think of what gifts to bring when they visited.
The dinner time was set in the evening. You Tuantuan had never seen such a beautiful manor before. She squatted on Lancelot's shoulder, turning her head and looking around in fascination.
In a moment of carelessness, Gulu rolled down and fell into Lancelot's palm which opened in time.
You An lowered his voice: "Your house is so big."
Lancelot shrugged. "Older people like this style. They usually take a walk or plant flowers when they have nothing to do."
Before they reached the door, a servant came to lead the way and said that the lady was drinking tea in the garden.
They walked along the staggered cobblestones, passed several gorgeous flower beds, and saw Mrs. Su drinking tea under the pavilion.
The sunlight filtered through the stained glass of the dome and fell on her light-colored skirt. Her noble and elegant temperament was exactly the same as Lancelot's.
Youan nodded secretly. Rich people always have the feeling of relaxation at their fingertips.
Lancelot looked at the extra empty plate beside her and raised an eyebrow: "Where's Dad?"
Mrs. Su put down her teacup and smiled as if she was used to it: "I ate too much cake and am taking a walk."
Euan stole a glance at Lancelot, who was still smiling and wagging his tail, and naturally put his arm around his shoulders and led him forward.
Mrs. Su looked over, not with the scrutiny of a first meeting, but with a gentle smile in her eyes.
Youan immediately picked up the box in his hand, his voice carrying a subtle nervousness: "Hello, Auntie, these are berries grown on my friend's farm. They are sweet and delicious."
A noble family like the Vansel family has everything they want, so no matter how expensive the luxury goods they buy are, they are not rare in their eyes. They are just gifts of courtesy, so before Youan came, he bought two boxes of fresh berries from the bakery.
The tender berries look as charming as clear pink diamonds in the sunlight.
Mrs. Su thanked him and, without having anyone clean it, picked up a piece and tasted it. "Is it the farm the Plankin family opened in Golden Leaf Town? It looks like it's doing quite well. We're planning to go there for vacation when we have some free time."
"After the exams are over, we will also plan to take Tuantuan out to play." Lancelot pulled Youan to sit down, and he lazily crossed his legs, with the tip of his tail wagging.
They keep calling each other "we", as if they want everyone to know that they are the best in the world.
Mrs. Su chuckled, not exposing her son's obvious little thoughts or the temptation contained in his words. She chuckled and said to Lancelot, "Go and ask your father to come over. If he hasn't come back yet, he must have lost his way again."
Lancelot paused, but did not agree immediately. With a smile on his face, he looked at Madam Su for a while, as if confirming something. After a while, he slowly stood up.
Oh, why did you leave!
Youan subconsciously stretched his nose and followed Lancelot's back as he disappeared behind the flowers.
He wasn't worried about such cheesy scenarios as "I'll give you 1 billion to leave my son," "We've already chosen a marriage partner, you'd better end this relationship as soon as possible," or "Nobles have always settled for matching up with people of equal status."
He simply didn't know how to have awkward conversations with elders he wasn't familiar with.
You An was filled with distress, when he suddenly felt his hand lighten.
He turned his head and found that his brother, who had been lying obediently on his legs, had been picked up by Mrs. Su and placed on her padded knees.
Ouch, ouch.
You Tuantuan was like a failed little tumbler, being moved with its belly facing up, making comfortable gurgling sounds, and its two little paws curiously touched the glittering pigeon egg ring on Mrs. Su's finger.
Mrs. Su let him play, then raised her eyes and asked Youan, "Is your professional teacher Professor Laura?"
"Yes."
"I remember she was very strict and stingy in grading. How was your test preparation?"
You An straightened his back and said, "Very good, all A's are fine."
Mrs. Su's smile deepened, as if amused by his serious answer, but she also really liked him this way. She changed the subject and continued, "I've heard about the distress. In fact, we should be grateful for the optical computer you modified. It reduced the possibility of the situation escalating."
You know, once a hostage is injured, the responsible party will not only be the patrol team, but even Inspector Colin who is in charge of the case will have to bear a lot of pressure.
"It's nothing."
You An could hear the compliment in Mrs. Su's words, and he couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed. But when he talked about his expertise, he was obviously much more relaxed. "I was just worried about special circumstances, so I made some programming devices and put them into the optical computer..."
He briefly explained the transformation ideas and several core functions of the optical brain rabbit. He thought Mrs. Su was just asking casually to make the conversation better, but she listened very patiently and occasionally asked one or two quite professional questions.
When Youan stopped, she smiled and dropped a bombshell: "Actually, I've watched your live broadcast."
You An was stunned: "Huh?"
"That's an interesting transformation idea." Mrs. Su narrowed her eyes, her expression becoming more serious. "Many viewers hope that an optical computer company can start mass production, and I do have such plans in the near future..."
Youan immediately thought of the famous doll company in Granton, which was Mrs. Su's business, and the Su family group also had a technology company involved in optical computer manufacturing and had made considerable achievements.
"I'm thinking of launching different series of optical rabbits. That would be really interesting." Mrs. Su looked at Youan and smiled meaningfully. "It would be perfect if you could become the mechanic consultant for this project."
Faced with the olive branch personally extended by the top tycoon in Granton, the value of this is simply inestimable.
Youan blinked his round eyes. The huge surprise and a sense of unreality made him a little dazed. He blurted out without thinking: "Of course, you can, but even if Lance and I are in a relationship, there will still be a fee."
As soon as he finished speaking, You An realized what he had said. He closed his eyes and thought, "Let me disappear right here."
Mrs. Su's expression paused noticeably, and then a glimmer of extreme satisfaction flashed across her eyes.
She couldn't help but laugh out loud, and said in a friendly tone, "Of course, dear, we in the Vanser family never mistreat our family members."
Youan could tell from whom Lancelot inherited his sometimes bad and malicious nature, so he held the teacup and drank it with a loud slurping sound.
There was a rare and lively dinner at Vanser Manor tonight. The long dining table covered with a wine-red tablecloth was filled with exquisite dishes. The most eye-catching one was a large plate of steaming sandworm noodles with a rich sauce.
When Youan and You Tuantuan saw this dish being served on the table, their eyes instantly lit up like stars, and the reservedness they had been holding on to disappeared without a trace, and they began to eat it in big mouthfuls.
Mr. Vanser asked Fiona to make another dish, and told Youan to eat slowly with a smile. When he turned to his good son, his eyes contained silent condemnation.
Lancelot was about to die unjustly. He wiped the corner of his mouth and repeatedly assured that he had not treated the other party harshly in any aspect of food, clothing, housing and transportation. Only then did he avoid the crisis of being dragged to the study room for a lecture after dinner.
By bedtime, the manor had returned to its tranquility, with only the slight sounds of servants and security robots patrolling and checking.
After dinner, Euan and Lancelot followed Mr. Vanser to the study and asked a lot of questions about his studies and future plans. Euan had a pleasant chat as he rarely received attention from his elders.
Mrs. Su carried You Tuantuan to the collection room, where she admired all the rabbit dolls produced by the doll company over the years. If he were not so small, he would not be distinguishable in the mix.
He excitedly explained everything to Asaiah through video, and it was not until bedtime that he was taken to the newly decorated children's room to sleep.
If you don’t have a walnut rocking bed, a small nest covered with a soft cloud velvet blanket is also a good choice.
You Tuantuan, holding two felt dolls that had been mistaken for Abebe, was surrounded by a group of plush rabbits and soon began to snore evenly.
Yuan's heart was completely relaxed. He lay on the bed and watched for a long time, then tiptoed back to Lancelot's bedroom.
As soon as he lifted the quilt and lay down, he was embraced by a strong arm into a familiar and warm embrace.
Lancelot rubbed his chin affectionately against his soft rabbit ears. While playing with Euan's fingers, he asked softly, "What did you talk about with Mom this afternoon? You looked so excited."
"My aunt's rabbit doll company is going to develop a production chain for optical brain rabbits, and she invited me to join this project..." Youan said it with a bit of disbelief, and a bit of pride that he couldn't hide.
Oh my God, oh my God, how can there be such a capable little rabbit like him in this world.
There seemed to be starlight in Youan's eyes. He was muttering about getting rich, and then muttering about calculating the lowest tax payment plan.
His voice had always been pleasant, at least that was what Lancelot thought when he first heard him speak.
To Lancelot's ears, those nagging words sounded just like sex. Lancelot would get excited as soon as a few words came out.
The joy of last night emerged in his mind. Youan was too obedient in sex. Even if he was driven crazy, it only left a shallow tooth mark on his chest.
Lancelot couldn't help but move closer, his warm palms caressing the scarred waist, and invited in a hoarse voice: "Baby, come?"
You An stopped muttering and yawned: "A little sleepy..."
Lancelot narrowed his eyes slightly and snorted softly, "Don't try that. You were just imagining the future."
"Is there..." Youan drew out his tone with a frown on his face, and turned over decisively, "Then I plan to carry out my nearest goal and go to sleep."
It's only the second night and he doesn't even want to touch me.
Lancelot was not one to hold back his anger. He grabbed the man's shoulders and turned him around, then bent his knees in a nasty manner, while mumbling a bargaining tone: "Exchange, exchange..."
Youan was kissed several times, and he mumbled with a weak will: "I want to sleep, I want to sleep..."
Lancelot laughed softly: "You go to sleep."
Anyway, I have the ability to keep people awake all night.
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