Chapter 4 — Loving You Is A Lifetime Order

13 Later when I talked to my mother, I found out that Lo Hanh Gian was not on a business trip at all, but drove a special car to find me. Then, less than a day later, my mother used a "loudspeaker" to announce everywhere that Lo Hanh Gian and I were in love. Lo Hanh Jian: 【Is everything settled?】 Me: 【I don't know, it's my mother, if you want to settle the account, find her.】 Lo Hanh Gian: 【I'm only settling with you.】 Me: 【I'm sorry...】 Lo Hanh Gian: 【Not accepted.】 Me: 【I will correct it on my friends circle.】 Lo Hanh Jian: Gian: 【No need.】 【I reluctantly try to love you.】 I stared at the screen dumbfounded, starting to suspect that this person was not five years older than me, but maybe five years younger than me - too childish! After working for a month, the workload, as the boss said, increased significantly. I thought for a while, decided to apply for leave, then spent a few days saying goodbye to my friends and working with the broker to complete the rental return procedure. All the things in the house that could be sold were sold, leaving only a suitcase, a few boxes of things, and the cat Tieu Linh Dang. I sat downstairs waiting for my dad to drive to pick me up, but I didn't expect that the person coming would be Lo Hanh Gian. “I thought you were working?” "Rest." He took my luggage, put it in the car, and let me hold the cat in the passenger seat. As soon as the car left the apartment complex, I looked through the rearview mirror and saw the scene on the street gradually receding and then disappearing. The feeling of excitement suddenly disappeared. Lo Hanh Gian asked: "Are you planning to change jobs after returning?" “Yes, change.” “Change to what?” I casually replied: "Can you protect me?" He was silent for a few seconds: "Is it reasonable for a beautiful 26-year-old girl to compete for a position with men in their fifties?" Hearing the words "beautiful girl", I smiled happily and turned around: "Did you just say I was a beautiful girl?" He glanced at me and quickly replied: "No." “Pss!” I leaned back again: "Temporarily rest for a while. After all, the series I'm publishing is enough to support me for three years." “How about three years later, find someone to marry?” “Now the most cruel wish is 'find someone to take it away'.” Lo Hanh Gian: "Then you can wish me good luck, I also want to get married." I: "???" He smiled softly, quietly rolled up the car window, and said to me: "Close your eyes and sleep for a while." I caressed the cat's soft claws, suddenly feeling annoyed: "I'm not sleepy, let's talk." Lo Hanh Gian complied: "So tell me, what are the requirements for getting married?" … Well, it seems I'm feeling sleepy again. 14 When I got home, I posted a notice of hiatus on Weibo, and all the fans showed sympathy and concern, which made me really emotional. During my recovery, I still tried composing with my right hand. Previously, I used my right hand for coloring, but when sketching lines, I definitely had to use my left hand. That day, inspiration suddenly struck, I crouched in front of the computer and drew continuously, completely tireless, until my wrist exceeded its tolerance limit. When the electronic whiteboard pen slipped from my hand for the third time, I decided to let it go. The left hand is injured, the right hand cannot be affected further. I left the room to look for food in the refrigerator, when suddenly I heard a knock on the door. When I opened it, I saw Lo Hanh Gian standing outside, carrying a box of food in his hand. “Bring me something to eat late at night.” I leaned over to let him in. When I got to the living room, I suddenly remembered that there was still a pile of trash left on the tea table, so I quickly grabbed it. The trash can be picked up. Lo Hanh Gian: "Is your inspiration for writing thanks to these things?" I smiled wryly twice: "Let's look at it like that." He placed the food box on the tea table, his long fingers opened the lid - the fragrant aroma of braised meat immediately hit my face. I swallowed my saliva and asked cautiously: "It's midnight, eating this... isn't that good?" Lo Hanh Gian closed the lid: "It's really not good, let's eat tomorrow." I immediately held his hand, my saliva about to flow: "Braised meat must be eaten hot to be delicious, let me taste your skills." Having said that, I grabbed the box, grabbed the instant noodle fork and started eating. Absolutely delicious, just like the dish of "Little Chinese Chef". I gave a thumbs up in praise, then picked up another piece and put it in my mouth. Lo Hanh Gian suddenly pulled out a napkin and wiped the corner of my mouth: "Don't eat too much at night." My mouth told me to eat a lot, but he didn't stop me. Seeing me stop, he quietly packed up the box, then grabbed my wrist and massaged it. “Not using this hand today, right?” “No, I draw with my right hand.” “Can you draw with your right hand too?” — Lo Hanh Gian raised his eyebrows, looking as if he didn't believe much. I proudly raised my chin: "Of course." Lo Hanh Gian pulled me back to the room: "Then let me see." Being dragged into the room by him, the computer screen still opened the frame of my story - the scene of the male and female protagonist... on the bed discussing driving techniques, some parts had not yet been blurred. I shouted, pulled Lo Hanh Gian back, pressed him against the door, and covered his eyes with both hands: "Not suitable for children!" Lo Hanh Gian: “…” 15 “It's okay, you don't understand.” Lo Hanh Gian lied seriously, intending to push my hand away. I still held tight: "Are you still pretending to be pure? I can't believe you've never seen that movie!!" He took my hand down, bowed his head, and leisurely looked straight at me, making me feel creepy. My face gradually turned red. There was no evidence but I still remained speechless: "Surely you saw it!" The corner of Lo Hanh Gian's lips curled up: "What if I want to prove that I haven't seen it?" I rolled my eyes: "Prove... how?" Could you give me your phone to check? He tilted his head slightly, I immediately turned around and turned off the computer screen. He snorted softly, walked to the side, gently tapped the teacup on the table: "Goji berries and dust tree mixed with iced Americano, is Miss Phuong researching a new type of poison?" Me: “…” Dr. Lo's foul mouth seems to have improved again. I tempted him to taste it, but he turned his head and refused: "I'm afraid of death." I was so angry that I gritted my teeth, picked up the cup and gulped down the remaining coffee, teasingly: "See if I can die!" Lo Hanh Gian frowned, reached out and squeezed my cheek: "Those unlucky words, spit them out." I refused, he forced me to "gasp" for several hours before letting go. I rubbed his cheek, then glanced at his hand - compared to when he was in high school, his hand seemed bigger, his index finger still had a band-aid on it. Reminds me of when I was in 10th grade, because I didn't know how to draw, I asked him to create all kinds of designs to take photos for documentation and save them separately in a reference folder. Now I'm the best at drawing by hand. Lo Hanh Gian suddenly called out to me: "What are you dumbfounded about?" I replied bewilderedly: "It's nothing." He turned around and walked out: "Come here, I'll put some medicine on your wrist." After finishing applying, Lo Hanh Gian left. Ngoc Me suddenly sent me a private message, saying that the character's body part I drew was a bit strange, the male lead's butt was too curvy, and told me not to take the model. male model. I wasn't comfortable typing so I sent a voice message: "There's no way a male model's butt can be as curvy as my male lead's butt." "Furthermore, male butt is a reference to Lo Hanh Gian's butt, which is already curved, soft to the touch..." I was talking enthusiastically when a deep, hoarse male voice suddenly rang out: "Soft?" Lo Hanh Gian - who had just left - didn't know when he came back: "You... touched it?" 16 I was almost scared to death. Lo Hanh Gian came closer and asked again: "Did you touch it? When? Where?" I felt like I was being burned by fire, so I quickly explained: "No, I was just talking nonsense." Maybe… in a dream? But why did I suddenly say that his butt and the male lead's butt are the same! “Isn't it a burglary?” — Lo Hanh Gian looked at me suspiciously. I blushed and denied: "No! I'm not a pervert!" “Phuong Trung Ha.” I suddenly tensed up. He rarely calls me by my full name, so hearing that suddenly made my heart flutter. “You don't like that person anymore, do you?” I was stunned. Who… is that person? Lo Hanh Gian reminded: "My first love, my ex-boyfriend." Ah, the person whose first love died is the same. I pouted: "I forgot for a long time, I don't like it anymore." He looked at me for a moment then asked: "So do you still like anyone now?" I thought for a long time, then shook my head. He was silent for a long time, then turned and left. I don't know why since then, my heart has been beating rapidly. It wasn't until the faint scent of mint on his body disappeared from the air that his heart gradually calmed down. Before going to bed at night, Lo Hanh Gian texted, telling him to come to the clinic to pick up a gift tomorrow. The next day, he and I arrived almost at the same time. This time he didn't play tricks, he directly took out a hand-carved wooden box and gave it to me. I carefully took it, pulled out the small drawer, and inside was a medical record book. The cover of the notebook says my name: Phuong Trung Ha. Turning to the first page, there was Grandfather Lo's handwritten medical records, from when I was 3 years old to when I was 20 years old. After the age of 20 to 26, the handwriting changed to that of Lo Hanh Gian. My eyes sting. Looking down, there were other things in the box — a few colorful lollipops and a peace talisman that hadn't been given yet. My mother often said, if it weren't for Grandpa Lo, I wouldn't have been able to grow up peacefully. Several times he saved me from the hands of the King of Hell. I have never met my biological grandfather, and my grandmother passed away when I was 5. Grandfather Lo is like my biological grandfather. The year he passed away, I was studying far away. Because I lost my phone, it was a day later when I received the news. When I got home, he was cremated, I couldn't see his face one last time. Lo Hanh Gian is very similar to Lo's grandfather. I didn't dare look straight at him, because I didn't know what kind of feelings I had for him... Whether it was just a transfer of feelings for him to him or not. You are so excellent... there will be someone more excellent to match you.