Pheromone Addiction ( Chinese Bl MTL Novel)

Chapter 8 - He Asked and Coaxed

Chapter 8   -  He Asked and Coaxed

　　Xin Chen walked out of the unit door and opened the umbrella in his hand. The thin rain fell on the umbrella and there was almost no movement, but it always made the air wet, which was annoying. He stared blankly for a while and was covered by dark clouds. The misty and smoky moon slowly walked towards the gate of the community.

　　The sidewalk in the community is a small path paved with rectangular stone bricks. It was dark, and Xin Chen was not walking fast, but suddenly his feet were empty, and the loose stone bricks made a slight movement, and the rainwater in the small pit rushed up quickly, and then A layer of damp and cold permeated the sneakers with mesh.

Xin Chen quickly retracted his feet, but it was still too late.

　　He stared angrily at the movable stone brick for a while, but there was nothing he could do. He could only leave dejectedly. He stepped on a rotten eggplant inside his right foot, which was so sticky and greasy. After walking out of the gate of the community, I heard the sound of the whistle behind me, and I was urged to be even angrier.

　　Didn't he pull over? You can't pass such a wide road? Can you stop driving with this technology?

　　Xin Chen turned his head and was about to get angry, but the moment he saw the license plate number, all the anger disappeared suddenly.

　　"Mr. Lu! Why are you here!"

　　Lu Baiqian sat in the back of the car, rolled down the window and smiled at him.

　　He had just come down from Jiang Yan's father's birthday banquet, and Jiang Yan and his parents made him so irritable that he could hardly suppress his hostility, and came to meet Xin Chen with the smell of alcohol all over his body.

　　The driver came down to help Xin Chen open the door. He was carrying a schoolbag, holding an orange in each hand, and ran over. One didn't stop, and threw himself into Lu Baiqian's arms.

　　Lu Baiqian froze, then raised his arms to wrap his arms around the boy with the coolness of the night breeze in his arms, and his depressed mood slowly settled.

　　Xin Chen had been depressed for a whole day, and when he saw Lu Baiqian at this moment, he was so excited that he lost his sense of control. He only realized it when he was hugged, and he got up embarrassedly and sat aside. To ease the embarrassment, he pushed the orange in his hand forward. Hand: "Mr. Lu, eat oranges."

　　Lu Baiqian was taken aback by this, and immediately took it with a smile: "Okay. This is for you."

　　He handed over a small bag, and Xin Chen happily took it and opened it, and inside was a box of cranberry biscuits.

　　"Thank you, Mr. Lu." Xin Chen thanked obediently, put on his gloves and took it to eat. The driver started the car and drove towards H University.

　　Lu Baiqian sat on the side peeling the oranges, his slender, fair hands with well-defined knuckles tore off the tendons on the orange petals, and asked, "What's the matter, are you in a bad mood today?"

　　In the car, he saw the boy's usually straight back collapsed, and he was completely dejected.

　　Xin Chen was taken aback for a moment, and squeezed the crispy biscuit hard with the hand holding the biscuit. He clasped the edge of the iron box with his backhand and tried harder and harder, but he still couldn't control the sore bridge of his nose, and tears overflowed. orbital.

　　It was the first time in eighteen years that he was asked what was wrong when he was sad.

　　In the past, no matter how wronged he was at school, when he returned home, no one would ask him what he should do or what he should do. He often wondered what he could do to his parents to make them treat him so indifferently. Ask, barely raising him to the age of eighteen is like throwing away some baggage, and I don't want to care about him anymore, and I don't even need him to support him in the future.