Mr Gingerbread

Chapter 3

The female secretary apologized repeatedly, and reached out to help him wipe it clean. Lu Ming quickly avoided it, and said with a smile, "It's okay, I'll go back and wash it."

The two said a few words, the office was too quiet, and the female secretary couldn't say anything more, but her attitude towards Lu Ming was a little closer than before. After all, a gentle man is still very attractive. Especially in front of the cold-faced prince, such a gentle smile is as warm as a spring breeze.

Han Qiaoyu looked up and frowned.

The female secretary was a little afraid of him, so Lu Ming blinked at her and smiled reassuringly, "Go out first, you're fine."

The female secretary left. Lu Ming wiped it with a tissue several times, but it was still useless. The wet piece of clothes was not comfortable sticking to his body. He looked down at the watch on his wrist and calculated how many hours it would take before he could go home. .He has a slight obsession with cleanliness, and this sticky feeling is really unbearable.

Mr. Han's mood was not much better. He picked up a pen and wrote a few words, then quickly put down the pen in his hand and got up to the small lounge next to him. He took a sweater of his own and handed it to Lu Ming, saying: "Put it on first."

Lu Ming struggled a bit, but took it over to thank him. He took off his sweater, and sure enough, the shirt inside was soaked. If he put on Han Qiaoyu's clothes directly, it would be dirty too. He just unbuttoned two shirt buttons and lifted the sweater. He could see the crown prince staring at him intently from the opposite side, with a stern face that couldn't show any expression, but his eyes fell on him openly, looking upright.

Lu Ming paused with his fingers, picked up the large sweater and smiled, "If Mr. Han doesn't mind, let me use the lounge? It's wet inside too, so I need to wipe it off."

Han Qiaoyu nodded and said, "Yes."

Lu Ming took his clothes and went in. The lounge inside was a bit small, with a simple big bed and sofa, and a separate shower room. The black sheets were a little wrinkled. It seemed that Mr. Han came back to work overtime alone last night.The room was decorated according to Han Qiaoyu's preferences, simple and clear, even the clothes hanging on the side were all in black and white. Lu Ming looked at the black sweater in his hand, and it was really the style of a prince.

It's hard to go wrong with an expensive outfit paired with a monochrome look.

Lu Ming briefly wiped his dirty clothes inside, looked at the wet shirt, hesitated, took it off, and came out wearing only Han Qiaoyu's sweater.He is 1.7 meters seven, and he usually doesn't see much difference in school. Now that he puts on Han Qiaoyu's clothes, he realizes that the clothes are completely bigger than others. It needs to be rolled up, and it looks like you're wearing an adult's clothes.

But there was no other choice. Lu Ming could only walk out with his sleeves rolled up. Han Qiaoyu had already returned to his original position to continue working. When he saw him come out, he glanced at him. His eyes turned around and landed on the document again. The reaction was not too big. .

Lu Ming also sat back and continued to work on himself. The materials Han Qiaoyu gave him involved many aspects such as technical regulations, regulatory policies, and social medical security, plus the special device terms on the last few pages of the medical expo. , It caused him a little headache, and he needed to translate slowly.

During the period, a managerial staff came in to report on work again. Han Qiaoyu was in a good mood as if something good had happened, and his tone to them was rarely gentle, but it made the other party feel a little uncomfortable. He answered cautiously with his tail.

The female secretary came to deliver dinner to them at night, and brought an extra box of milk for Lu Ming. She saw the clothes on Lu Ming's body, and couldn't help turning her eyes to Zong Han and the little translator.

Han Qiaoyu ate seriously, quite like an army, fast and steady.Lu Ming is not difficult to serve, and the special meal is just a submarine burger, which is more economical than the previous set meal. He is also eating now, his eyes are narrowed, wrapped in a large black sweater, soft black hair It hangs down to cover the forehead, exuding a delicate and elegant style soaked in the breath of ink.

"Thank you." Lu Ming shook the milk in his hand and smiled at the secretary.

"Apologize in the afternoon." The secretary also laughed, quickly replied in a low voice, and left.

Han Qiaoyu finished his share, looked up at Lu Ming who was still nibbling like a cat, and said, "Like this?" Although the speed was slow, it was still faster than before. The appearance of not being able to eat with a fork is much better, and now it is probably just a habitual distraction from eating.

Lu Ming swallowed, and said, "It's not bad if you get used to it."

Han Qiaoyu asked, "Have you been working here for a long time?"

Seeing that he had misunderstood, Lu Ming didn't specifically explain anything, he just responded vaguely.He is still a student at school now, and he will be a senior in the next year. Although his ability is there, when the general company knows that he is a student and a multi-professional, he will always be biased. He is lazy and just wants to do his job well. The rest can't be bothered to explain.

Besides, after the Chinese New Year, his sister gave birth to a child, and he was going back to China. The time he stayed was very short, and there was no need to talk about these personal matters with the boss.

Han Qiaoyu chatted with him for a while, Lu Ming ate his hamburger and spoke slowly, and it was rare that the crown prince did not lose his temper in a pleasant manner, and even made an exception and said a few more words about his daily exercise.

"There is a Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu gym nearby. The equipment and coaches are pretty good." Han Qiaoyu lit a cigarette, looked at Lu Ming's rolled-up sweater cuffs, and said, "You need to exercise your body, you are too afraid of the cold. .”

Lu Ming sucked on the milk and said vaguely, "I've always been like this in winter, and I've been afraid of the cold since I was a child."

Han Qiaoyu nodded and said, "I'll take you there in two days' time."

Lu Ming bit his straw and frowned and looked at him. The prince is a bit too domineering, why did he decide to go?His eyes fell on the black shirt on Han Qiaoyu's body. This man loved to wear black. He was wearing black, and the sweater he gave him was also black. He looked calm and arrogant just like everyone else.

Han Qiaoyu noticed it, looked up at him and said, "Why, what's wrong with my clothes?"

Lu Ming didn't refuse either: "No, it's good to have a unified color. Mr. Han may be busy, and he doesn't have much free time to worry about these trivial matters."

Han Qiaoyu flipped through the contract with a cigarette in his mouth, looked up at him, and said with a smile in his eyes, "You say I'm lazy?"

Lu Ming also smiled. For some reason, he suddenly became less afraid of him.

Lu Ming originally thought that a busy person like Han Qiaoyu just said something casually, but he never expected that he had actually arranged for the exercise when he mentioned it earlier.The secretary specially adjusted the time, and Boss Han took him to work overtime for two more days. He squeezed out half a day and the two went to the Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu gym together.

Lu Ming was a little displeased, and followed Han Qiaoyu in, while dawdling in changing clothes, he said, "Mr. Han, I thought I could take a vacation after working overtime."

Han Qiaoyu took off his shirt neatly, exposing his neat abs and muscular arms. He took a Taoist uniform and threw it to him. He put on one himself, and said softly, "The boss doesn't take vacations."

Lu Ming looked at him holding the Taoist uniform.

Han Qiaoyu said again: "You didn't take a vacation with the boss, but the bonus was doubled."

Lu Ming just started to change his clothes. Han Qiaoyu stretched out his hand to open his collar, ticked off the T-shirt he was wearing under his Taoist uniform, and said, "During training, you can't wear any clothes inside."

Lu Ming looked at him in confusion, "Why?" He was afraid of the cold, and he didn't want to be naked.

Han Qiaoyu raised the corners of her lips and said, "Because when the exercise is intense, the clothes will be torn."

Han Qiaoyu left without waiting for Lu Ming to finish speaking.

Lu Ming was a little puzzled, but he changed his clothes as he said. When he went out, Han Qiaoyu had already prepared for the activities. When he saw him coming, he walked over and instructed him in a few movements, asking him to exercise his muscles and bones first, so that he could move proficiently. You can tell at a glance that you are used to playing.Han Qiaoyu was wearing a black Taoist uniform and a black belt. Unlike Lu Ming, who was dressed in white, his movements were steady and ruthless enough to be his teacher to guide him. The coaches in the gym were also happy to let them guide each other in groups of two.

Han Qiaoyu was taciturn, but he kept some strength in his hands, and he was careful to guide Lu Ming. After he fell down, he adjusted his posture, and he got up quickly. The most he said was "come again".

The unyielding energy in Lu Ming's bones was also provoked by him. He was pressed to the ground once or twice, and began to try to counterattack. His breathing became rough when he was pressed on the ground by Han Qiaoyu, but he also gritted his teeth and refused. throw in the towel.

Han Qiaoyu lay on his back, squeezed her legs between him, lowered her head and asked him, "Are you convinced?"

Lu Ming gritted his teeth: "Not convinced!"

He didn't count as losing until his back hit the ground. He was held there for a few times, and tried to use the tricks Han Qiaoyu taught him just now to turn over, but the opponent was a whole size bigger than him, and when he was pressed on his back, It completely covered the person, and there was no hope of turning over. Lu Ming only felt that his breath was filled with the smell of the other party. When the sweat on his forehead slipped into his eyes, he couldn't help blinking.

Han Qiaoyu chuckled, let go of his hand and said, "It's time, you lost."

Waiting for the person on his back to leave, Lu Ming turned over. The neckline had been torn apart, revealing a large white and flushed chest. He lay there panting for a long time and couldn't get up.

Han Qiaoyu went up to straighten his neckline and tied his belt. Before he could say a word of comfort, Lu Ming's feet cut his waist backwards and fell to the ground. A cunning flashed in Lu Ming's eyes. Zhong quickly suppressed the man, and the whole person rode on the opponent and pressed it down, but the success or failure was only in an instant. Before his back landed, Han Qiaoyu grabbed his collar and rolled on the ground and pressed him back. Dark.

Lu Ming had been exercising too much just now, and his physical strength has not slowed down at all. He just took advantage of the sneak attack. Now he is really soft and soft. He stared at him, and the feet locked around his waist were also weak. Without much strength to hang down, he pushed his knee against his waist, and said in a hoarse voice: "Submit it, take it, get down quickly, it's too heavy."

Han Qiaoyu was still looking at him, and Lu Ming felt terrified when he saw him. He couldn't help but look away, and urged him again, "Get up."

Han Qiaoyu's Adam's apple twitched, got up and let him go, and said, "I'll get some water, you wait here for me."