Chapter 129 Don’t think about leaving before you get tired of playing
"Where to? I didn't say you could leave?"
Chen Ziyu called out to the man who was so heartless as soon as he got out of bed.
Lu An was like this every time. As soon as he got out of bed, he would turn his face away and ignore people. Sometimes he would just pull up his pants and leave without looking back.
In order to prevent him from being so ruthless, Chen Ziyu could only torment him more. When he was exhausted, he could only let him hold him in his arms and sleep.
Chen Ziyu stood up, walked over and hugged him from behind. He had just gotten out of bed and his body was still warm. The two of them were so close to each other that their heartbeats quickened several times.
Chen Ziyu bit his cheek irritably, his deep brows filled with a gloomy air as he slowly condemned, "Lu An, it's you who's sorry for me."
As he finished speaking, he felt that the man's gaze was becoming more and more dangerous. Lu An met his gaze directly, and his long-lashed, dark-blue eyes revealed a hint of amusement that seemed to be hoping for chaos in the world.
"It's meaningless for you to say this."
He did not break free from Chen Ziyu's hand. Instead, he obediently put his face against the man's face, rubbing it lovingly and provocatively.
"Male No. 2, liking someone is the most hypocritical thing in the world. I can say I like you today, and I can say I like someone else tomorrow. But I'm a person who only cares about novelty. Once the novelty wears off, I'll be too lazy to care."
The lazy voice was mixed with a hint of hoarseness, but still had that nonchalant, arrogant tone.
Chen Ziyu tightened his grip on her soft waist, squeezing it slightly harder. "You dare to provoke me in my arms, Lu An? Aren't you really afraid that I'll kill you?"
"Are you willing to give it up?"
"Why would you be reluctant?"
Meeting the man's icy gaze, Lu An didn't shy away. "It's okay. I'll kill you first. I hate pets that keep pestering me."
Chen Ziyu still smiled calmly: "You're still pestering me? Lu An, don't even think about getting away until I get tired of you."
Noticing that his resentment had grown heavier, Chen Ziyu felt a little better. His gloomy face lightened a little, and a smile appeared at the corner of his lips. His bony hand touched his face and pinched the soft cheek flesh.
Her eyes were burning, and her tone was clear: "Brother Lu An, you are young, it's okay if you like to play, I will accompany you to the end!"
"Neuropathy."
Lu An pushed him away with force, but was held tightly in his arms again.
"Same here, I'm still far behind you."
How could Chen Ziyu let go so easily after having finally tricked someone into leaving? He tried his best to control the strength of his hands around his waist, and veins bulged on the back of his hands.
She sniffed the side of his neck with familiarity, the sweet lemon scent flowing through her lungs, the aftertaste was subtle, mixed with a hint of the freshness of young wild tea in early spring.
It's his smell, his pheromones.
Lu An was strangled by him and could hardly breathe. "Let me go."
Chen Ziyu wanted to hold her for a while longer, but suddenly remembered that he had said he had a stomachache. "Okay, go wash up, I'll go downstairs to cook for you. Today is Sunday, you don't have to go to work, so stay here."
Before he could refuse, Chen Ziyu threatened: "If you dare to leave, I will send the video to your mother."
As soon as Lu An came out of the shower, he saw that he had cooked half a pot of millet porridge.
Chen Ziyu’s cooking skills were very poor, and the first time he cooked for him was millet porridge. Lu An took a quick bite and frowned as he walked out.
I have never eaten such disgusting porridge in my life. It seems like I made it on purpose to get back at him!
Later, Chen Ziyu's cooking skills improved a lot, and the food tasted quite delicious.
It's only one point, a world of difference from the restaurants outside.
"I don't want to eat." Lu An said coldly.
Chen Ziyu paused as he was washing the pot. "Why didn't you tell me earlier that you didn't want to eat? Why did you have to wait until I finished cooking before saying you didn't want to eat?"
"I'm saying it now."
"Come and eat."
“No.”
"Don't make me feed you."
Lu An felt guilty when he was stared at by his angry eyes. Some bad memories came to his mind for some reason. His ears felt hot and he took two steps back while biting his lip.
After tasting the poisonous food made by Chen Ziyu, he said he would never eat it again.
He didn't want to eat it, but Chen Ziyu loved to cook it.
After being rejected many times, I became angry and embarrassed...
"What are you thinking about? Your ears are red."
Before he knew it, Chen Ziyu walked up to him, staring at him thoughtfully with a curious look on his face.
"You really want me to feed you?"
Lu An suddenly came to his senses, his thin shoulders trembling in fear, and he shook his head and stepped back: "I don't want to eat."
Chen Ziyu turned around, picked up the bowl on the table, scooped a spoonful of porridge, and was about to feed him when the cell phone on the coffee table suddenly rang.
He frowned, handed the bowl to Lu An, turned around to pick up his phone, and when he saw the caller's name, his frown deepened.
"What's up?"
"Where are you? Go home now."
The volume of the cell phone was turned up high. Lu An was close by and when he suddenly heard the clear and familiar voice, he was so scared that his hands trembled and he almost knocked over the bowl in his hand.
Chen Ziyu looked at him doubtfully, reached out to take the bowl from his hand, held the thin hand, looked at it carefully several times, and only continued to reply after confirming that he didn't burn it.
"I'm on the set, busy."
"Come back now." The man on the other end issued a death order and hung up the phone immediately, leaving him no room for bargaining.
Chen Ziyu's eyes darkened, and he hooked his arm around Lu An's waist and hugged her close, saying softly, "I need to go back home. The crew has two important scenes this afternoon, and I need to go over there to direct them. You wait for me at home, I'll be back in the evening."
Lu An naturally ignored him, and Chen Ziyu didn't expect him to respond. He pinched his face and kissed him gently. After the kiss, he found that his cheeks were bulging.
Are you angry?
Impossible, he must be threatening him because he is angry with him.
"I'm leaving. Be good at home."
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When he returned to Chen's house, the couple were sitting there waiting for him.
Especially the gentle lady sitting above, who threw down the remote control in her hand as soon as she saw him coming back.
The remote control hit the coffee table with a not-too-light thud, and a depressing atmosphere spread silently.
The serious-looking man next to him also put down the newspaper in his hand, frowned and accused: "Chen Ziyu, apologize to your mother!"
"My phone was on silent last night, so I didn't see the message."
"You know that's not what I'm angry about!" Wen Mengshuang looked at him unhappily, "How could you be so mean to Le Huai for an outsider?"
Hearing this disgusting name, Chen Ziyu's expression fell.
"Isn't Meng Lehuai an outsider?"
"Do you want to piss me off to death?" Wen Mengshuang was furious and pushed Chen Haoyan after cursing.
Chen Haoyan felt a lump in his throat as he looked at his hopeless son.
"If you had your brother to save us a little bit of worry, your mother and I wouldn't be so angry."
"If you called me back to say these meaningless and meaningless things again, I think there's no need for us to talk today."
Having said this, Chen Ziyu pretended to leave.
Chen Haoyan was so angry that he stood up: "Why are you so anxious? Your mother and I haven't discussed your marriage yet."
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