Bamboo Rat Stewed Guide

After soaking comfortably in an essential oil massage bath, Zhu Chang gave himself medicine, and turned Andre's house upside down for the whole afternoon, but the result disappointed him to the extreme.

Infrared detection + vein recognition + iris authentication alone is not enough, coupled with a dynamic password smart lock, and equipment that may not be discovered by Zhu Chang, the security system of this house is stricter than that of a bank, and it is almost impenetrable.

"As for?"

After roughly estimating the cost of the whole set, Zhu Chang smiled self-deprecatingly: I didn't expect that I was so valuable.

In the evening, Andre carried two big bags of ingredients. When he opened the door, he saw that Zhu Chang had changed into the pajamas he had prepared in the closet, and was playing games on the sofa. He raised his eyebrows:

"I'm back, do the clothes fit me?"

Zhu Chang didn't bother to talk to him: "Humph."

Not surprised by his reaction, Andre put down the bag, walked behind the sofa, leaned over and rubbed his hair, and said with a doting smile:

"You didn't tell me what I wanted for dinner, so I had to make up my own mind."

Pushing away his hand awkwardly, Zhu Chang changed into a comfortable position, and lazily replied:

"I want to eat takeaway."

Taking off his coat, Andre put on his apron, rolled up his sleeves, and pretended to be relaxed:

"Then you have to be patient for a while. I have someone check your takeaway this morning. There is something added to the drink."

Before he could finish his sentence, Zhu Chang straightened up in an instant, and fired a cannonball to ask:

"What was added? That kind of medicine? Who made it?"

"It's hard to say the specific ingredients, but it's always right to be cautious."

Frowning slightly, Andre pretended to lower his head and concentrate on processing the ingredients, trying his best to calmly say:

"It also takes time to check and monitor. You can rest here and don't need to think about anything."

"Tsk."

Glancing at him suspiciously, Zhu Chang lay back, sank into the sofa, covered his face with a pillow, and couldn't help cursing:

Is this stupid dog lying?Anyway, it's a big company. It's not shameful to spread this kind of efficiency. It's better to let me do it myself.Could it be an excuse to procrastinate?

Unable to see his expression clearly, Andre coughed lightly, with an indescribably gentle tone:

"When I bought this house, I thought that it must be renovated into an open kitchen. I can watch you and cook your favorite food at the same time. I am so happy every day."

abnormal!

First, he rolled his eyes under the cover of the pillow, Zhu Chang cautiously raised his head, seeing that Andre was actually cooking for himself, subconsciously became vigilant:

In case meals are spiked...

Sensing the gaze from the sofa, as if guessing his thoughts, Andre smiled faintly:

"Don't worry, I will eat these things with you; you should have seen the house in the afternoon, here, if I really want to do something to you, I don't need to use other means."

When all the little thoughts were said, Zhu Chang threw away the pillow and became angry from embarrassment:

"Director Tangtang, I have to cook dinner myself, am I shocked?!"

Without breaking him, Andre blinked and said very seriously:

"I'll do it for you every day from now on."

Before Zhu Chang could react, Andre took off his apron, went straight to the sofa, and hugged him with both hands.

"You, what are you going to do?"

The aches all over his body hadn't completely subsided, and he didn't expect him to come out like this. Zhu Chang's face turned pale, and he pushed him hard with both hands:

"Don't you want to eat?"

"Yes, I will carry you over."

Taking a panoramic view of his reaction, Andre held back his smile, and asked leisurely:

"I smelled the medicine on your body, and thought you must be quite tired, so I just hugged you. If you want, then we can continue right after eating..."

"Tired! Super tired!"

Clasping Andre's neck with one hand, Zhu Chang swallowed, closed his eyes, buried his head in his arms, and caressed his arm with one hand pretending to be soft:

"I don't think I can do it this week, I'm going to be useless."

His hair was soft and smooth, rubbing against Andre's neck from time to time, scratching the tip of his heart like a feather, itching endlessly.

Involuntarily tightening his arms, Andre took a deep breath, smelling the fresh fragrance of bamboo leaves on his body, and his heartbeat was so violent that it was about to jump out of his chest.

"I wonder if these suit your taste?"

Putting him lightly on the chair, Andre suppressed all kinds of ulterior thoughts in his heart, stroked his smooth side face with his fingertips reluctantly, and asked in a hoarse voice:

"What would you like to drink?"

"Watermelon juice."

From the corner of the eye, I saw the corner of Andre's raised mouth, Zhu Chang's face was slightly hot, and he stubbornly raised his head:

"What's so funny? Keeping awake all the time is called professionalism!"

"Not funny."

After pouring a glass of watermelon juice and handing it to him, Andre sat beside him and asked attentively:

"What do you want to eat, can I help you?"

Picking up the fork in one hand, Zhu Chang raised his eyes and was stunned, smacking his tongue and saying:

"How do you do so much?"

"A lot?"

Tilting his head and taking a look at the dishes on the table, Andre poured himself a glass of red wine and said doubtfully:

"Because I don't know your taste, I have simplified a lot. There are only red cabbage soup, goulash, cheese baked tomato, burger steak, Olivier salad. Dessert is tiramisu and meringue mousse, etc. Next, I'll bring it up. If you don't like these, I'm still learning Huaguo's dishes, and I can make them soon."

Zhu Chang:! !

"How do you like it?"

Involuntarily clenched the knife and fork in his hand, Andre looked at Zhu Chang expectantly, who was unceremoniously scooping up a large spoonful of salad and stuffing it into his mouth.

"good."

Responded vaguely, Zhu Chang had smelled the caviar in the salad at first, and wanted to pick the most expensive one, so he had the right to hit him, and he would not eat it for nothing.

After eating takeaway food for several years, he almost forgot the fruity taste on the tip of his tongue. The fruits and vegetables Andre used were all the freshest, and they were served with Zhu Chang’s favorite sturgeon caviar.

"Don't worry, these are all yours, I don't have enough to do it."

Putting the whole salad in front of him thoughtfully, Andre breathed a sigh of relief, and worried about whether he would go on a hunger strike. It seemed that he was worrying too much, so he seized the opportunity to persuade him:

"You are too thin, don't eat takeaways all the time, be better to yourself, and do more exercises with me."

"What sport?"

Almost choked, Zhu Chang got a mouthful of melon stuck in his mouth, and waved his hands in horror:

"No... um... cough..."

"I mean light exercise, if you want to do something else, I certainly don't mind."

Caressing his back once and for all, Andre's smile grew stronger, and he wiped the juice from the corner of his mouth with a tissue, and said meaningfully:

"However, it's better to restrain yourself temporarily tonight. I will definitely feed you in the future. Don't worry."

Seeing Zhu Chang's face turn from red to white, from "escaped" to tense face again, Andre suddenly felt better, and couldn't take his eyes off Zhu Chang even more.

He leaned lightly on the back of the chair, sipped the red wine in small sips, and added calmly:

"For our future, you have to strengthen your exercise and improve your endurance. This way you won't pass out midway like today, and we can still 'song every night'. This is an idiom I just learned, right? "

Yeye your head!

Chewing the vegetable leaves in his mouth as if venting his anger, Zhu Chang had already twitched this beast [-] times in his heart, and he would not be a bamboo rat unless he broke Andre.

"I said, why don't you let me go for a walk?"

After eating and resting, Zhu Chang was pulled onto the walking machine by Andre, pretending to be obedient and suggesting:

"Isn't blowing the air easier to digest?"

"It's cold at night, it's not suitable."

Easily holding the 70 kg arm bar into a U shape, Andre stood in front of the transparent floor-to-ceiling window, with his back to Zhu Chang, staring at the lights of thousands of houses outside the window, and calmly replied:

"If you want to go out, wait a few days for my vacation, and we will go out together."

Zhu Chang sneaks a peek at his back from time to time, his muscles are full of explosive power, exuding strong male hormones, and various episodes of the day suddenly come to mind uncontrollably:

In addition to thick shoulders, Andre's back is strong and resilient, and his chest muscles are especially good, wide and warm, giving him a sense of security.

Stop!

"I'm a little tired, you go on."

Hurriedly getting off the walking machine, Zhu Chang's Adam's apple slid a few times, and he shook his head vigorously: Isn't it just a better figure, nothing special.

Staring at him slipping out the door through the glass window, Andre's eyes were complicated, and it took him a while to recover, focusing on dealing with the barbell on his body.

After a simple shower, Zhu Chang lay on the bed, picked up his laptop and entered a round of hard work.

It wasn't until he closed his screen with one hand and fell into a warm embrace that he realized:

"what are you doing?"

"too late."

Kissing his ear, Andre hugged him with one hand, and took away the computer with the other:

"You just entered a dead end, let it go for a while, maybe you can solve it by changing the angle tomorrow."

"Hmph, I'm only a little short."

Unconvinced muttering, Zhu Chang then found a serious problem, his whole body stiffened immediately, and asked bravely:

"Didn't you say you have to restrain yourself tonight?"

"Yup,"

Unable to bear another kiss on his face, Andre surrounded him and replied innocently:

"Anyway, we've done what we should do. It's okay to sleep together, don't you mind?"

Who said they don't mind!Zhu Chang gritted his teeth and forced a smile:

"I don't sleep well, I'm afraid to disturb you..."

"It's okay, I'm fine."

Before he could finish speaking, Andre tucked him into the quilt, deliberately blowing into his ear, and lowered his voice:

"You and your ex-boyfriend should also sleep together? How can I care?"

Ex-boyfriend? !

Letting Andre hold him in his arms, Zhu Chang felt like vomiting blood, and closed his eyes in despair:

Life is rape, if you can't resist, then enjoy it.

After turning off the lights, there were only sporadic spots of light left in the bedroom. Zhu Chang opened his eyes wide, and lay on the bed like a dead fish, staring at the ceiling, waiting for his fate to be eaten.

Andre's steady and powerful breathing sounded in his ears, but he just hugged Zhu Chang, as if he really fell asleep.

The surroundings were so quiet that he could hear the breeze blowing by, Zhu Chang's eyelids gradually became heavy, and the light spots on the ceiling gradually merged into a familiar shape in his eyes:

Sagittarius.

Parks, trucks, rain, trash cans, reservoirs, crying...

Familiar scenes hit him one after another, and he fell into the bottomless dead water, feeling cold all over:

"help me!"

When the cold water was about to flood the top of his head, someone suddenly grabbed his hand tightly, and a familiar voice cut through the darkness that seemed to swallow everything:

"I'm here, don't be afraid!"

There was still a trace of trance in his eyes, Zhu Chang's lax mind was finally sober, and he couldn't resist a pair of dark eyes, which clearly reflected his appearance, and his eyes were warm and clear:

"Are you ok?"

Andre carefully wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead, gently smoothed his hair, comforting in a hoarse voice:

"Did you have a nightmare? It's okay, it's all over."

As if greedy for the temperature of that person, Zhu Chang shrank into his arms like a collapse, her cheek pressed against his heaving chest, and she closed her eyes tiredly:

"It's so cold."