Married and loved with a rich old man first

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"no, it's not cold. " the road stopped, because the man's hot body temperature came from the palm of his foot, and he couldn't even hold the towel steadily.

during the conversation, the doorbell rings. about the waiter brought milk and ginger tea to come.

lu zhi asked, "uncle, shall i go down and have a look?" "

"i'll go."

qin sihuan's scalp was rubbed by lu zhi with a towel, and he squinted comfortably. so i was a little annoyed when i heard the doorbell, i frowned and took a towel to wipe my hair, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and put on my slippers to open the door.

the waiter took ginger tea and milk and asked, "sir, do you want to put it in?" "

qin sihuan's voice line did not fluctuate, but with a coldness that refused to be thousands of miles away: "just give it to me." "

"does the gentleman need any other services?" the waiter handed him the plate and asked again.

"no more." qin sihuan picked up the plate, turned and closed the door.

he put the plate in front of the bedside table, put a white towel around his neck, and took a glass of milk in his hand and handed it to lu zhi. he had a three-point playful smile in his eyes and said softly, "oh, the milk that babies like to drink." "

lu zhi was originally embarrassed because he was such a big person and still drank milk, but qin sihuan always liked to joke with him with this.

he puffed up one cheek, moved to the edge of the bed to get the milk, and drank a small half cup with his head up.

qin sihuan sat down on the edge of the bed, almost close to his body.

when lu zhi looked up to drink milk, the throat knot rolled up and down, the red lips smashed, the peach blossom eyes closed unconsciously, and the long eyelashes covered the eyelids, and there was a kind of unspeakable obedience.

when he finished drinking the milk, the tip of his nose was still dripping with small and dense beads of sweat.

qin sihuan raised his hand and scraped the knot in his throat, sighing as if: "how can it be so small?" "

he was only eighteen years old and had just started college.

qin sihuan felt a little old at this moment. he was twelve years older than lu zhi, and he was already in middle school when the child fell to the ground; when the child was ten years old, they first met, and he had already entered the mall.

when luke was eighteen, he was thirty years old.

lu zhi throat knot is a sensitive point, scratched by his fingertips a little itchy, a crisp numbness from the throat knot to the scalp, as soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was slightly difficult: "not small." it's almost twenty. "

"hmm. the baby is not small. qin sihuan bent his lips, and his eyebrows were rarely soft. he is always noble in front of outsiders, and rarely smiles, most of the time his expression is light, and he is a little fierce.

but in front of lu zhi, he was always like a worried old father, speaking softly, for fear of scaring his own children.

"one more drink." seeing that lu zhi had finished drinking that cup of milk, qin sihuan gave him another cup of milk on the plate: "drink another cup." "

lu zhi waved his hand and refused, "uncle, i can't drink it." "

qin sihuan held the wall of the glass with five fingers, slowly turned the glass in a different direction, and brought a three-point rogue look: "don't you like to drink in the afternoon?" can't drink it now? "