"I want to call you Baby."

The body is weak and fragile72

The tall man in the apron with flour on his cheeks probably thought he was saying something particularly handsome.

Song Qie pursed her lips, trying desperately to hold back her laughter, and finally couldn't help but part her face and burst out laughing.

Lu Beihuai: "?"

"Lu Beihuai, you're a bit greasy." Song Qie drew out his hand, this little episode seemed to have given him the beginnings of a solution to his kinks, and his mood was not as irritable and depressed.

Lu Beihuai, his hands hanging in the air like a bolt from the blue, looked at Song Qie in disbelief: "How can this be? Me? Oil?"

Song Qie pointed to the beard on his lips, "You didn't shave."

"You don't have any here, I've looked." Lu Beihuai's eyebrows wrinkled, a little aggravated by his words, looked at him again, sank his voice and turned around to walk back to the kitchen, picking up the rolling pin to roll out the dough, from the strength of the rolling pin, I can see that a little unhappy.

Sheet after sheet of dough is rolled out, thin and round.

Song Qie approached to look at the rolled out dough and was a bit surprised, "You know how to roll out dough?"

"What's the use of being able to roll out dough, it's greasy anyway."

'Snapped', a crust dropped into his hand, with visible sultriness.

Song Qie's eyes swept up in a smile, her hand rested on the edge of the kitchen table, and she looked at him with a crooked look, "I just said it casually, are you that petty."

"I'm just going to be angry, it's fine." Lu Beihuai, calm in tone, rolls out a sheet of dough and just looks at him.

Song Qie sees him like this and smiles down.

The person who is rolling out the dough glanced at this appearance, the tip of the heart to pass out tingling soft, which still have any gas, to see the person will smile then nothing matters.

"You look like the family cook now."

Lu Beihuai heard Song Qie also commented and said with a wry smile, "Yes, I don't know who is so lucky to have a husband who can go up to the hall and down to the kitchen, I'm very much in demand."

"But I don't see anyone chasing you." Song Qie said truthfully, "You usually look too aggressive."

"I'm mean?" Lu Beihuai put the rolling pin on the table.

Song Qie pointed, "Here, isn't this just bad-tempered."

Lu Beihuai had a complicated expression and looked at him, "Okay, I'll be gentle then."

The expression was sultry and husky.

Song Qie again did not hold back, hand propped up on the cooking table, lowered his head and laughed out loud, the mood is not so depressed: "I'm so hungry, master Lu can speed up."

"Good master." Lu Beihuai smiled.

Song Qie's eyes widened and she was suddenly bashful, "Don't shout that kind of name, what's wrong with you."

"There's nothing wrong with me." Lu Beihuai accelerated the speed in his hands, first made a dozen sheets of dough, took the corn meat filling that he had just stirred up, quickly pinched out the dumplings, put them on a plate then put the whole plate of dumplings into the steamer that was already boiling.

Just then, a cell phone vibrated and rang.

Lu Beihuai swept his eyes and looked to Song Qie: "It's Li Ke, answer it for me and turn on the amplifier."

Song Qie walks in and brings the cell phone to his hand, sliding it through before turning on the speaker.

"Mr. Lu, the Asian regional meeting is about to start in fifteen minutes, is it convenient for you to come over here."

Lu Beihuai continued to wrap the dumplings and 'hmmm', "Convenient, but I'm not at liberty to show my face for a while, so you can listen online."

Li Ke on the other end froze for a moment, inconveniently showing his face, and didn't think much of it, "Okay, you're probably the second speaker, I'm sending you the PowerPoint."

Lu Beihuai puts the wrapped dumplings on a plate and looks up at Song Qie with his eyes, mouthing 'take your computer and lend it to me'.

Song Qie, seeing that he was about to have a meeting, went next to him to ask him to put down his plate, only to be driven out of the kitchen by Lu Beihuai, who urged him to go and get his computer.

"......" what's wrong with it.

It was all he could do to walk away and get his computer, what with his mind still open to an international conference on dumplings while grabbing his headphones on the way.

A short while later, he brought out the computer from the study and connected it to the mobile TV, placing it just opposite the kitchen, and raised his voice to ask, "Lu Beihuai, is this the right distance-"

The words came to an abrupt end, regretting them so much that he slapped his mouth.

On the other end of the phone, Li Ke, who was explaining things, seemed to hear a familiar voice: "Huh? Mr. Lu, are you with someone?"

Lu Beihuai restrained the curve of his lips, "Well, with his boyfriend."

Li Ke on the other end: "Oh, with you - huh?"

Lu Beihuai took in Song Qie's annoyed, reddened ears and smiled, "Go on."

Song Qie sighed and could only push the TV into place, then stood outside the cooking station and placed the computer on the counter before handing Lu Beihuai his Bluetooth headset.

Lu Beihuai signaled to him that his hands were covered in flour and he couldn't hold them easily, leaned forward and put his ears in front of Song Qie's face, signaling for him to help him put them on.

Li Ke's voice continues to play over the cell phone PA.

Song Qie pursed her dry lips and gently slipped the headphones into the other's ears.

The fingertips skimmed over the ear, causing a tingle.

"A little loose, a little tighter." Lu Beihuai whispered with a smile as he stared at the person coming closer.

Song Qie felt the burning gaze on her face, never had such a feeling before, and her heart beat faster than ever, but not pathologically faster.

Four eyes met, the atmosphere was inexplicably glued, and it was clear that they were just wearing headphones.

Li Ke ："...... "What's loose, what's tight, what tiger and wolf words he heard, hesitantly inquired, "Mr. Lu, are you, are you busy over there?"

Lu Beihuai: "It's nothing, just wearing a thing."

Li Ke: "????" What? Wear something loose to tighten it up a bit.

Ohhhhhhhhhhh ！！！！！

Next, Song Qie got to see how a master of time management can do several things at once.

The entire session lasted almost two hours.

During this time, Song Qie thought that since he couldn't stop Lu Beihuai from cooking, he should go into the kitchen to help, but he was still kicked out and told to sit down and eat.

He was thinking of walking to the living room to eat it himself, and this man made him sit at the table to eat it.

This sitting, that was a real sit-down.

The mobile TV is right in front of the dining room table, and he's sitting at the table eating dumplings, the

Song Qie struggled to eat this unique breakfast, no matter which chair he sat on, he could feel Lu Beihuai's line of sight, and for a moment he didn't know if the man was reading the PowerPoint or looking at him.

But he watched the meeting and realized that Lu Beihuai was actually serious about the meeting and didn't even notice that he was staring at him.

The open kitchen is spacious, first timer yet familiar with where all these things are kept, and the crispness makes it obvious that you don't usually cook a lot.

The man in the kitchen, black shirt sleeves half pulled up, revealing sturdy small arms, is wearing an apron wrapping dumplings, but also at the same time simmering porridge, will be steamed dumplings to the table, staring at the other side of the heat to eat, his eyes can also occasionally fall on the mobile TV on the ppt, the speed of speech calmly open the multinational meeting, voice so calm that you can not hear what he is doing, methodically deal with all things at the same time.

"And Huai Capital will further deepen the cooperation with Southeast Asian countries and expand the investment layout in Southeast Asia to realize mutual benefits. Technology will also be actively introduced into domestic and Western countries, and the latest medical device technology will be put into the investment layout as soon as possible."

A water-soaked finger brushes over the edge of the dumpling skin, and with a pinch from a wide, slender hand, a beautifully filled dumpling emerges.

The movement of squeezing the dumplings was gentle, and the veins on the back of his hand were visible.

It feels kind of sexy.

Song Qie was so mesmerized that she swallowed a whole dumpling, only to get it stuck in her throat: "Cough, cough, cough..."

Coughing up a red face.

Lu Beihuai eyes instantly changed: "The above is the content of my meeting today, welcome to add." The hand immediately switches the microphone of the conference speaker, mutes his own side, takes off the headset and rushes out of the kitchen to pull up Song Qie.

A large hand cupped his chin to make him open his mouth, and this free hand pulled a wet paper towel and wiped it twice before sliding two fingers down his throat.

Song Qie couldn't hold back the feeling of retching and spat out the dumpling that was stuck in her throat before she realized she had spit something into Lu Beihuai's hand.

Lu Beihuai where to take care of so much, pulled the paper towel wrapped up and threw it into the trash can, took one to wipe his hands, and then took one to Song Qie to wipe his mouth, saw him cover his neck and coughing with his eyes red, and took a deep breath, and then became helpless.

"Song Qie, I really don't know how you get by on your own... you're such a big man, can you choke on a dumpling? What if I'm not there, choking to death."

Song Qie swallows his sore throat, "......"

Lu Beihuai Seeing his eyes moist and still looking innocent, he propped his hand on the edge of the dining table, and after a moment of silence, "I'd better move in tonight, I really don't feel comfortable with you like this."

"...... Just accidentally choked." Song Qie coughs twice, going to get some water.

A hand shoved a glass of water into his hand one step ahead of him.

"It was accidental, or just watching me in fascination."

Broad palms covered the backs of his hands and tucked the cups into them, rough fingers touching without thought but as if they intended to leave something behind.

Song Qie's ear tips twitched, and she looked down to take two sips to ease the discomfort of her throat being choked, raised her eyes to Lu Beihuai, and coughed twice: "No."

"No? So I had a long meeting and you ate this one plate?" Lu Beihuai flexed his hand and absently tapped the table, signaling that there were still three plates of dumplings left.

"You have a dozen of them on one plate, and they're all so big." Song Qie said, holding out her hand and gesturing, pointing to the ones he had made, "You might not be able to fit them in one bite, there's too much filling."

"You ordered the food, it's not what I want you to eat." Lu Beihuai had never seen a person so unappetizing about food: "Don't you still want to eat the taro's, the shiitake mushrooms, and you want to drink the congee, I'll go and serve you the congee now, eat it."

Song Qie :"...... "Seeing Lu Beihuai turn around and really want to serve him congee, he wanted to stop, "Wait, I'm full."

Then Lu Beihuai was seen looking back at him with a warning look.

Song Qie : "......" He frowned, "Really full, I'm that big and I still don't know what full is? What are you looking at."

The last sentence of the muttering without the bottom of the air is very too loud, after all, know that the strength of the disparity, the fight is not beaten, the mouth is not Lu Beihuai will say.

"So have I passed my test." Lu Beihuai still put the simmering raw congee in the casserole in front of Song Qie, gently stirring to let the congee cool down a bit, "I've done everything you asked for, can I meet your requirements?"

He said as he pushed the porridge in front of him and said 'have a couple sips'.

Song Qie smelled the bowl of congee wafted out of the fragrance, or lowered his head and drank two mouthfuls, smooth texture taste buds to meet, he knew Lu Beihuai boiling porridge is particularly good, after all, drink a long time millet pumpkin porridge.

"Well?"

Heads drop inquiring.

Song Qie took the spoon and gave a 'hmmm' sound, her tail tone lengthening as she pretended to think: "The porridge is good."

"What about the person who makes the porridge?" Lu Beihuai continued to ask with his eyes wide open.

"If I'm not into you in a month, you really won't pester me again?"

Lu Beihuai was a bit frustrated for a moment when he heard Song Qie use the word 'pester', but he quickly eased up, "Yes, I promise."

"Then we have to make a pact." Song Qie puts down her spoon and brings the computer next to her over.

Lu Beihuai : "......?" It's just a relationship, so strict, he laughed, "It's more appropriate to do the conversation when you get married, right?"

Song Qie ignored what he said and opened the document, looking serious: "1. Maintain a suitable relationship distance."

Lu Beihuai walked around the counter and over to him, his arm propped up on the edge of the counter, leaning down to look at the contents of the document with him, giving him a quizzical sideways glance, "Keeping a proper distance when you're in a relationship? Like what?"

"You just can't just hug and get too close."

"Honey, it's not called falling in love." Lu Beihuai felt that Song Qie's perception of being in love was a little misguided, and he pressed his shoulders down, his arms wrapping around the thin tip in front of him as he removed Song Qie's hand, deleting the first entry and retyping the first one on the keyboard:

"1. Fix the name."

The distance between the two was instantly closed, back against chest, arm against arm, temperature transferring.

Song Qie glances at him.

"I want to call you Baby." Lu Beihuai met his gaze with downcast eyes, the corners of his lips lifting slightly, "I've been wanting to for a long time, can I Baby."