Meet Allure

Mu Qingyang went to the coffee shop before Mu Qingyue, ordered a cup of cappuccino for Mu Qingyue according to Mu Qingyue's preference, and ordered a cup of black coffee for himself.

When Mu Qingyue came to the coffee shop wearing a loose blue and white school uniform and carrying his black schoolbag on one shoulder, the coffee was just served.

Mu Qingyue sat down across from Mu Qingyang, staring straight at her beautiful waiter with an innocent smile, the waiter's ears were instantly burnt red, she hurriedly put down the coffee and left.Mu Qingyue stirred the coffee with a spoon, took a big sip, and cursed in a low voice with his clear and clean youthful voice: "Damn, I'm so thirsty, I'm still staring at the handsome guy when the coffee is served. Look, have you considered the handsome guy's feelings!"

Mu Qingyang couldn't help but look at the waiter just now, she was excitedly sharing something with her companion, probably saying how pure, beautiful and untainted Mu Qingyue looks.

Mu Qingyang sympathized with these mortals, and took a sip of black coffee unhurriedly.

Mu Qingyue had milk froth around her mouth, but he didn't care about it at all, and leaned lazily on the soft seat, with a cute face on her face, she asked bluntly, "When did you start?"

Mu Qingyang frowned subconsciously, "In February."

"Damn!" Mu Qingyue sat up straight suddenly, "You fucking...have bent over in just three months? Mu Qingyang, you have something fucking wrong!"

Mu Qingyang finally couldn't help but slap Mu Qingyue on the arm, "Don't fucking talk to me in such a tone."

"Then what the hell tone should I use?!" Mu Qingyue was both indignant and aggrieved.

Mu Qingyang opened and closed his mouth, and after half a second he said, "Mom is probably very sad."

Mu Qingyue choked, scratched her hair and said, "...his sister's."

"..." Mu Qingyang chose to drink coffee.

The two brothers were silent for more than ten seconds before Mu Qingyue realized that Mu Qingyang didn't answer his question at all, and glared at Mu Qingyang, "Tell me, well, why did you give up a large forest and go find a bird?" ?” Paused, Mu Qingyue’s expression was a bit subtle, “Could it be that I said before that you deserved not to be able to find your sister-in-law and you just… I was complaining about your indifference, are you resisting me on purpose?”

For a moment, Mu Qingyang didn't know whether to complain about Mu Qingyue's dirty stuff or answer his question.After thinking about it, Mu Qingyang said in relief: "You think too highly of your status."

"That's right!" Mu Qingyue almost turned the table up, "Then Mu Qingyang, you... sister, why are you so good?"

Yes, it's only been three months, why is he like this.

"Maybe I am that." Mu Qingyang calmly looked at Mu Qingyue's stunned look, leaned on the seat and closed his eyes, "Your brother, I have never wanted anything since I was a child, and I don't have anything in particular. Have any desires for whom, who knows if I was born to be?"

Mu Qingyue was dumbfounded, he turned the coffee cup sullenly, "You shouldn't be like this. You don't look like this either."

Now Mu Qingyang didn't know what to say, so he drank coffee without saying a word.

There was another silence, Mu Qingyang drank the coffee almost to the bottom, and then Mu Qingyue bit the coffee cup and said softly: "I can't accept it."

Mu Qingyang twitched the corners of his lips and did not speak.

Mu Qingyue raised her eyes and stared at Mu Qingyang and said word by word: "I tell you, if I want to change someone, I will definitely sever the relationship, but you are my brother, and I can't do anything just because of this. .You can do whatever you want, but I don't accept that person."

No one would easily accept a stranger who bent his brother.

But at least, Mu Qingyue didn't strongly dislike this relationship.

This has moved Mu Qingyang very much, he smiled, "Thank you."

Mu Qingyue pursed her lips, stared at Mu Qingyang with a pair of pure eyes, slapped her hand on the table for a long time, startled the nearby waiter and looked over, Mu Qingyue shouted to the waiter: "One more cup of caramel Macchiato and Black Forest."

The waiter hurriedly came over with a pen and paper to confirm. During the period, he looked at Mu Qingyue several times with a slightly weird expression, but Mu Qingyue turned a blind eye. After the waiter went down, Mu Qingyue stretched out his legs and kicked Mu Qingyang's calf twice, with an expression on his face. The uncle acted as if Mu Qingyang owed him 10,000+, "You pay."

Mu Qingyang kicked back, with a calm expression, "Yeah."

It's like punching cotton.

The more Mu Qingyue thought about it, the more angry she became. After waiting for a few minutes, she slapped the table again, "Damn, I'm so mad."

Mu Qingyang: "..."

Mu Qingyue changed positions in the seat for a few seconds like ADHD. After the macchiato and cake were served, she changed positions a few more times. Mu Qingyang, who was drinking a refill of black coffee, expressed that he was not surprised by his restlessness , with a natural expression, flipping through the magazines placed beside him for the entertainment of the guests.

Mu Qingyue ate a few mouthfuls of sweet and greasy, trying to restrain the prehistoric power in her heart with desserts, but in the end she was defeated, and said in a tone of super aggrieved and beyond comprehension: "Let me tell you, when the time comes, parents Know that I don't care about you."

"Whatever you want," Mu Qingyang put down the magazine, "Anyway, you can't help much."

Mu Qingyue ate a few more mouthfuls of Black Forest and said, "I will ignore you even if your leg is broken."

"Oh."

Macchiato was taken another sip, and Mu Qingyue's mouth was full of sugar froth, "It's your fault that your parents are mad."

"Ah."

"When the time comes, my tuition fees, living expenses..."

"Let me tell you," Mu Qingyang was finally willing to interrupt Mu Qingyue's blah blah blah, imitating Mu Qingyue's opening remarks, "he can make a lot of desserts."

Mu Qingyue froze for a moment, looked at the almost eaten food under her hand, and then looked at Mu Qingyang's calm expression.

For a long time, Mu Qingyue asked:

"How old is he? What does he do? What does he look like?"