Depraved

Apartment, long hallway.

The black leather shoes were parked in the penultimate room at the end of the corridor, leaning in front of the door, Mu Shen took a long breath, calmed down his violent heartbeat, and rang the doorbell.

The sound of kicking and tapping footsteps gradually approached, and after the sound of the lock cylinder turning, the door was pulled open with a "squeak", behind which was Fang Ting's big smiling face.

Mu Shen was taken aback.

A pure white T-shirt, a blue apron, and three-quarter-length dark blue jeans, revealing a section of fair legs.This attire looks fresher and more childish.

"Mr. Mu is here." Fang Ting smiled, "Please sit down inside, dinner is not ready yet."

Fill a clear and clean glass with water to [-]% full.was pushed in front of him.Mu Shen nodded, looked at Fang Ting, and smiled faintly.Fang Ting stared at him for a while, pursed his lips, and couldn't help laughing: "Boss Mu smiled."

"Really?" Mu Shen touched the corners of his lips with his fingertips, and his smile disappeared, "Do I seldom smile?"

Fang Ting glanced at him secretly, as if observing his expression: "Not really. Maybe it's just that I rarely see it."

Is it rare?Mu Shen lowered his eyes, the water in the glass was calm, even silent, and his heart was suddenly as soft as a feather.

Itchy and soft.

It will be common in the future, he silently promised in his heart.

Sitting, Fang Ting was very embarrassed seeing the silence, picked up the water bottle only to find that the water glass was still full, and put it back even more embarrassingly.She waved her hand and bit her lip: "I'll go prepare dinner first."

Mu Shen watched Fang Ting's back disappear behind the door, and then appeared behind the frosted window after a while, his movements were non-stop, obviously busy all the time.After watching for a while, I couldn't help smiling.

He took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Uncle Qi: Call Director Sun the money, give him the bottle of wine, and ask him to take care of Fang Ting.

Putting the phone in the palm of his hand and playing with it for a long time, a slight smile appeared on the corners of Mu Shen's lips.

The flame gracefully escaped from the gas stove, stretching his body, but was pressed back by the frying pan the next moment.Reluctantly turned over and struggled for a moment, and gradually calmed down.

Fang Ting leaned against the sink, watched the water stains in the pot gradually evaporate, put the processed beef into the pot, thought for a while, and the fine oil splashed.

This Mu Shen is such a fucking interesting person, even after entering the door, he actually sat more properly than me.

There was a sudden irritability in my heart.

If he didn't draw this, what else could he draw?Apart from this face and this body, what else can he draw?

Maybe, it's just that he is more calm?

Hopefully.

In this world, the most unbearable thing is the debt of favor.

Expertly flip the steak over and sear.

In the white porcelain plate, the steak exudes a seductive aroma, and the purple-red liquid in the goblet lightly ripples.

With a "snap", the light was turned off, leaving only the candlelight dancing ambiguously.

Fang Ting walked back to the table, opened the chair and sat in, propped his chin and stared at Mu Shen opposite him, watching him slowly cut a piece of steak, put it in his mouth, and asked with a smile: "Mr. Mu, how is my skill? "

"Mu Shen."

"what?"

"Call me by name, Mu Shen."

Fang Ting was taken aback for a moment, wondering why this person always didn't play cards according to the routine.Facing Mu Shen's paralyzed face, he swallowed, and said kindly, "Mu Shen."

Mu Shen smiled slightly.In fact, Fang Ting was right, Mu Shen seldom smiles, but such a person who doesn't smile very much, smiles very nicely.

"not bad."

Fang Ting pursed his lips shyly, picked up the knife and fork, and lowered his head to carefully cut the steak.The moment he lowered his head, all the shyness and joy on his face were replaced by violent gloom.

Mu Shen lowered his head, chewing on the steak in his mouth.

The room was silent.

I really don't want to be cold, but I don't know how to speak.He can negotiate, he can be aggressive and eloquent, but he doesn't know how to talk to people.

Speaking of the character in "Chang'an"?Is it not good to keep mentioning this matter?Will it make Ating feel that he is asking for something?

What are we talking about?Shangzhuo's recent operations?Gobbled up a small company and recently moved into e-commerce?Developed a new product idix?Why is Ating interested in this kind of thing?

Do you want to talk about the trends in the entertainment industry, or gossip about the artists?Mu Shen almost wanted to shake his head and smile bitterly. Shangzhuo had no investment in film and television entertainment, and he had never paid attention to it. What could he talk about.

Before he could come to a conclusion, the last piece of steak on the plate had already been put into his mouth.

A rare sense of frustration.

Forget it, just treat it as a small good start, better than before.Next time, I must be fully prepared to make an appointment with Fang Ting next time.

After habitually tidying up the cups, plates, knives and forks, Mu Shen stood up and felt a slight sweat on his back, which made him a little amused.How old are you, why don't you just have a meal with the person you like?Besides, the person opposite may not understand yet.

There was a gentle smile in his eyes, with a sigh.

I undid the first button of my shirt, and it was finally a little cooler.Although I still want to stay for a while, there is really no reason to dawdle any longer.Mu Shen looked down at Fang Ting: "Fang Ting..."

Fang Ting rested his elbow and looked at Mu Shen for a long time.The cold table was pressed against the skin, and the coolness seeped in layer by layer, and even the blood gradually cooled down.this man.

Not ugly, well, if he wasn't too dirty-minded, he could be considered handsome.

It's not particularly disgusting to sleep with this kind of man.

...It's better than those old men who are clearly dying and still insist on being fierce.

laugh.

His slender fingers unbuttoned his clothes.Fang Ting watched and raised his eyebrows.Before he could finish speaking, Fang Ting interrupted impatiently: "Are you going or shall I go?"