Raise you just to eat you

The tone of this person's speech is respectful, and his attitude is okay, but it doesn't feel good to people. Although his face is neither humble nor arrogant, Lin Ting looks very unhappy. The contempt coming from his bones is so strong. It is worthy of being a good housekeeper cultivated by Mr. Du.

He sideways invited people into the house, and hurriedly ran to the bedroom to change clothes, looked at his lewd and slutty outfit in the mirror, and thought about the disgusted look in Du Lian's eyes just now, Lin Ting suddenly felt his stomach twitch.

He simply cleaned himself up, and when he went out, Housekeeper Du was no longer in the living room. Lin Ting was a little surprised, he didn't want to wait for such a long time?The surroundings are quiet and there are no unnecessary noises. It seems that no one is there.

Lin Ting sighed. Although he felt that this was really rude, it was good to leave, so that he would not have to deal with it nervously. He stretched his waist and planned to go to the kitchen to get something to eat, but he bumped into someone just as he walked to the door full of heart.

Lin Ting was taken aback. Before he could react, he felt a burst of heat coming from his body, which made him howl on the spot: "I'll wipe it! I'm scalded to death! What the hell is this!"

"Master Lin, are you okay!" The person who bumped into Lin Ting was Du Lian who he thought had left long ago. Seeing him tearing his clothes in pain, Du Lian frowned and quickly put down his hands. The things in it walked quickly into the bathroom.

When he came out, he was holding a towel soaked in cold water. He went to Lin Ting and pulled off his shirt. As expected, his chest was already red, but fortunately there were no blisters, and the cold towel was applied to it. Only then did Lin Ting relieve himself a little, and looked at him tearfully while clutching his chest, as weak as Sister Lin.

"Butler Du, what the hell are you doing? What are you doing with such hot water?!"

"I'm making tea." Du Lian answered him calmly, and changed Lin Ting to a cold towel during this period.

"Make tea?!" Lin Ting frowned, and unconsciously raised his voice an octave: "It's not like there's nothing to drink at home, so why make tea?"

Besides, he has never seen Du Liang prepare any kind of tea at home, usually it is either coffee or wine, two big men live together, who would think of making tea to do such a troublesome thing.

"Master Lin usually doesn't drink tea?" Du Lian asked him.

"Don't drink!" Lin Ting was still in a bad mood, his chest was burning hot, so he just took ice cubes and put them on it.

"Then..." Du Lian was a little hesitant, and his stern face rarely showed some unnatural expression: "But young master, he has always liked tea."

"Master?" Lin Ting looked back at him: "You mean Du Liang?"

"……Yes."

"How could he drink it?" Just kidding, that guy is addicted to coffee, how could he like such troublesome things, at least I have been with him for so long, I have never seen him holding a cup and slowly sipping tea It looks scary just thinking about it.

"...Really?" Du Lian lowered his eyes and said nothing more.

With such a small episode, it is not awkward for the two of them to get along again. Du Lian looks quite cold, but he is still very serious and patient in doing things.

In fact, it was a class, but it was just to put on airs and tell him some etiquette that should be paid attention to in public places. Du Lian was the only son of Mr. Du's "queen" driver. He grew up with Du Liang, and he was also a playmate.

When he was eight years old, he went abroad with Du Liang, and stayed in the United States for nearly ten years, until Du Liang suddenly wanted to return to China to develop, and relied on his father's relationship to enter a university that was pleasing to the eye, and then met Lin Ting, it can be regarded as fate.

During the chat, Lin Ting found that this person knew a lot more about Du Liang than he did. Although he knew that this had a lot to do with the two growing up together and getting along with each other for many years, after thinking about it, he still felt very sad. uncomfortable.

Facts have proved that friendship between men has always been forged at the dinner table. At noon, Du Lian cooks the lunch prepared by the chef. The craftsmanship is very good, much better than many senior cooks he has eaten. Ting obviously felt that the atmosphere between the two of them was much more harmonious than it was at first.

Lin Ting didn't want to hear him talk about etiquette, but he couldn't waste his time trying to keep people from talking. After thinking about it, they didn't seem to have any other common topics besides Du Liang, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and talk about Young Master Du. .

Fortunately, Du Lian is also a knowledgeable person, and he is really loyal to his young master. When Du Liang is mentioned, the whole person becomes gentle, his eyes are full of doting and smiling, and the corners of his mouth curl up in a gentle arc .

Looking back and thinking about his serious face at the beginning, it looked like someone owed him 800 million. Lin Ting shook his body and got goosebumps all over the ground. Fuck don't tell him that this little housekeeper is treating Du Liang What shameful thoughts do you have? !If this is the case, he must have cramped Young Master Du when he turned around!

In the end, I didn't know how to talk about playing the piano. When talking about the piano room upstairs, Lin Ting obviously felt that Du Lian's expression had changed, as if he was a little unbelievable and a little inexplicably jealous.

"Cough." Lin Ting coughed dryly, and interrupted his contemplation with a wave of his hand: "Butler Du? What's wrong with you?"

"Master Lin." Du Lian suddenly sat up straight again, put his hands on his knees and looked at him seriously: "Master, has he ever played the piano with you?"

"Yes, I played it. I just practiced with me all night before my business trip." Lin Ting replied truthfully, not knowing why he had such a sudden reaction.

"Really." Du Lian was a little absent-minded, lowered his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Butler Du, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." Du Lian smiled weakly: "It's just a little surprised. In my impression, the young master hasn't touched the piano for almost ten years after all."

"Ten years?" Lin Ting frowned, and it seemed that there were some small stories in between: "Why? Did anything happen?"

"...Well." Du Lian shook his head: "Actually, it's nothing. It happened a long time ago, and it doesn't make any sense now. Anyway, as long as the young master is happy."

"Huh?" Lin Ting rolled his eyes and scratched his aching chest uncomfortably: "Butler Du, you seem to be very concerned about Du Liang's affairs."

No matter how you put it, he is just a housekeeper. Isn't this performance a little too much?

"Is there?" Du Lian glanced at him, and resumed his neither humble nor overbearing attitude: "As a housekeeper, I think this is my duty, but now that the young master has grown up, I'm afraid I don't want to see me follow him It's so long-winded later."

When it came to the end, Lin Ting felt a little aggrieved. Lin Ting twitched his mouth. This guy, who is obviously about the same age as them, is he tired of always stretching himself into such a state?

After chatting for a long time and seeing that the time was almost up, Du Lian stood up and bowed respectfully to say goodbye: "Master Lin, thank you very much for your cooperation. I will truthfully tell the master about the results of today's teaching."

"Cough, yes, then I won't give it away." Lin Ting was a little ashamed, and he really didn't know what he learned today.

After sending the person away, Lin Ting himself was idle and had nothing to do, wandering around the room, and finally slipped to the piano room on the second floor. Speaking of which, he hadn't touched it for a long time since Du Liang left. The piano is gone, and if there are hourly workers who come to clean it regularly, it will not accumulate dust.

Inexplicably, he remembered what Du Lian said in the afternoon. He hadn't touched the piano for ten years. Yi Du Liang's character must have suffered some terrible blows, but now he played it again because of his joke. Come to think of it, does this mean that in his heart, maybe he really occupies a very important position...

"Tsk!" Lin Ting pursed his lips, raised his hand and tapped heavily on the keys.

……

When the phone rang, Du Liang was still asleep on the bed with his head covered. The meeting lasted until midnight yesterday. In addition, the customers who have been deceived by competing companies these days have become more and more difficult to deal with. They are so busy that they vomit blood every day. .

Fumbling to find the mobile phone that kept making noise, Du Liang frowned and said "Hello" in a rough voice.

"...Master."

It took a while to hear the other party's response. The voice was very low, as if he was deliberately suppressing something.

Du Liang froze for a moment, and his chaotic brain slowly woke up: "Du Lian."

What followed was a long silence, separated by thousands of kilometers, the two silently listened to each other's breathing, awkward but inexplicably peaceful.

Du Liang sat up and scratched the chicken coop on top of his head a few times irritably: "What's wrong? I called suddenly."

"No, it's nothing, young master, I..."

Before saying a few words, Du Liang began to hem and haw again, Du Liang sighed, how could he still be as inexpressive as before after not seeing each other for so long, maybe he was secretly hesitating all day before making this call, holding the phone with deep brows Lock looks cute, I don't know if he blushes when he speaks.

Thinking that the other party might be waiting for him to speak with a flushed face, her mood improved unconsciously, Du Liang smiled, and suddenly wanted to tease him: "Du Lian, I haven't seen you for so long, isn't it very cute?" Yes, huh?"

"Small, young master!"

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, he heard a suddenly raised voice over there, and he didn't need to look to know that he must be circling around the sofa with a flushed face and angrily.

Du Liang was happy, holding the phone and laughing until tears came out. Recently, the spirit is too tense, and it's really been a long time since I have relaxed as much as now.

"Master..."

Hearing that he was making a joke of himself, Du Lian was a little helpless. After a pause, he couldn't help but chuckle. He took off the phone and gently put it to his mouth, and kissed him reverently, almost piously.

The feeling of nostalgia is that it is the young master, really his young master.