After the top stream had a cp with the manager

What a nice person, but he just opened his mouth

Mu Yuyang was stunned. Fu Qingle had already taken off his watch. After putting it together with the cuff buttons, he turned to face Mu Yuyang. Mei asked, "Will you wash first or me first?"

At this time, Mu Yuyang's mind was full of Fu Qingle's lazy and sexy appearance when he pulled his tie just now, the CPU operation was a little sluggish for a while, and it took him a long time to understand what he meant, pretending to be calm and coughing before softly saying: "You first Let's wash it, I'll find the clothes and send them to you later."

"Okay." Fu Qingle didn't pretend to be reserved, she took off her tie and threw it on the floor before walking into the bathroom.

The tie floated in the air for a while, and finally landed unsteadily at Mu Yuyang's feet.Mu Yuyang stared blankly for a while, then bent down to pick it up, and hung it with Fu Qingle's suit.

Not long after, there was the sound of water in the bathroom.

Mu Yuyang's movements froze, and then he smiled wryly with his hands on his forehead. The presence of a second person in his private space was indeed a bit awkward.But the person was brought in by himself, and half of the bed was shared by himself, so no matter how uncomfortable he was, he could only hold back, and even offered to send him pajamas.

That set of pajamas was bought by Mu Yuyang, and after he bought it, he found that the size was wrong and threw it in the corner, so it took him some time to find it.After cutting the tags and stacking them neatly, Mu Yuyang stared at the set of pajamas for a long while, then opened the drawer where the underwear was stored, fished out a new pair with a tangled expression, stuffed it between the pajamas and the pajama pants, and gave it away together. past.

Mu Yuyang tiptoed to the door of the bathroom, lay on the door with his clothes in his arms and listened to the movement for a while, only heard the sound of rushing water before he gently knocked on the door with two fingers.After knocking, he was stunned, and he didn't understand why he was so careful like a thief when he just gave away a piece of clothing.

The knock on the door was too soft, Mu Yuyang was worried that Fu Qingle hadn't heard it, and was hesitating whether to knock again, but Fu Qingle's voice was already mixed with the sound of water coming from inside.

"Come in, the door is unlocked."

Mu Yuyang was taken aback, let him in directly?

Although the shower room is equipped with frosted glass, it's not good to just break in like this. It is said that men and women are different, but in fact men and women are also different.Perhaps because he lived with a same-sex couple since he was a child, Mu Yuyang was somewhat vague about the boundaries between men and women in terms of feelings. In his consciousness, the probability of same-sex love is the same as that of opposite-sex.Although he grew up to 21 years old and did not show obvious homosexuality, but influenced by his uncle and aunt, he kept an appropriate distance from both men and women.

Mu Yuyang scratched his head, and suddenly felt that the clothes in his hand weighed a thousand catties, and it didn't matter whether he got in or not.

Probably because he hadn't moved for most of the day, and Fu Qingle, who couldn't wait, came out on his own initiative.The bathroom door was opened from the inside, and the thick water mist mixed with the familiar smell of shower gel rushed in. Mu Yuyang's cheeks felt hot, and he subconsciously took two steps back.The mist cleared, and Fu Qingle appeared at the door, her wet hair was still drenched, and she asked with a pair of phoenix eyes, "Why don't you come in?"

Fu Qingle didn't wear any clothes, and only wore a bath towel around her lower body.Mu Yuyang glanced hastily, then immediately turned his gaze back to Fu Qingle's face, with a stiff face trying not to let his gaze go down.He held the pajamas flat in front of his eyes, and his speech was a little sluggish: "Here, clothes. Just now, I have something to do, so I was delayed."

Fu Qingle didn't doubt it, took the clothes and smiled at him: "Thank you." After speaking, she carried the clothes back to the bathroom.When turning around, Mu Yuyang glanced at him casually, but was stunned on the spot.

Fu Qingle's skin was very fair, even whiter than that of ordinary boys, but it was not sickly pale, but a lustrous ivory white, which was the most enviable skin color for girls.But what surprised Mu Yuyang was not his skin color, but the countless scars on his back, which should be old scars, which are very faded now, but he can still be seen clearly. The strange scars are particularly conspicuous on this fair skin.Mu Yuyang roughly counted, there are about seven or eight scars, most of which are long strips, only the two places on the shoulder blades are two symmetrical radiating circular hole-shaped scars on the left and right, which look a bit weird.

Mu Yuyang didn't know about guns/bullets/medicine, nor did he understand the conditions, so even if he saw through those two scars, he wouldn't know that they were caused by bullets.

Seeing the large and small bruises on Fu Qingle's body, Mu Yuyang was really frightened, and even couldn't believe it, why did his gentle manager have so many bruises?

In just a few seconds, Mu Yuyang, who has a great brain, has already thought up seven or eight versions of the story about the source of this injury.

Childhood misfortune?The ex had special hobbies, are these wounds a memory of the love of the young couple?Or maybe Mr. Broker, who looks harmless to humans and animals, is actually on the road?Is the agent's identity just a cover-up?

While his thoughts were running wild, Fu Qingle finally noticed the eerie silence at the door, turned around in confusion, and saw Mu Yuyang staring straight at his chest, but his eyes were scattered, obviously too serious to have time Take it back.Fu Qingle's expression froze suddenly, he lost his demeanor for the first time, and closed the bathroom door in front of Mu Yuyang without saying hello.

The slightly heavy sound of closing the door finally recalled Mu Yuyang's thoughts of walking away.Looking at the closed bathroom door, Mu Yuyang scratched his heart curiously at the injury on the manager's back, but he was worried that he would touch the other's sadness, so he could only hold back silently.

Back in the bedroom, Mu Yuyang vaguely heard a buzzing vibration, but his cell phone was still lying quietly on the bed without any movement. He quickly realized that it was Fu Qingle's cell phone ringing.Glancing in the direction of the bathroom, Mu Yuyang drove his feet, listened carefully to identify the direction of the sound, and rummaged all the way, finally found the buzzing and vibrating mobile phone in the suit pocket of the coat rack.

Mu Yuyang took out his mobile phone, and the caller ID was "Yingying", which was obviously a girl's name.

girlfriend?It was a matter of other people's privacy, Mu Yuyang didn't answer it without authorization, just held the phone and fixed the screen.He was hesitating whether to put it back or tell Fu Qingle, but the other party had already hung up.Mu Yuyang suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, but the man hit him again before he exhausted his breath.

So tireless, it should be the girlfriend who called to check the post.Mu Yuyang pursed his lips, feeling suddenly upset, but he couldn't find a reason why he was upset.

Mu Yuyang had no intention of prying into other people's privacy, so he didn't answer the call, so he decided to put the phone back in Fu Qingle's pocket, pretending he didn't know anything.However, just as he opened his pocket and was about to put the phone back, the owner of the phone happened to come out at this time.

Mu Yuyang's face turned dark.

So, don't do bad things!

"What's the matter?" Fu Qingle wiped her hair, and walked out barefoot. Seeing Mu Yuyang sneakily grabbing her clothes, she felt a bit puzzled.

Mu Yuyang looked up to the sky and sighed, resigned himself to fate, turned around, raised his phone and confessed: "Someone is calling you."

Her hair was almost dry, Fu Qingle put the towel on the back of the chair, and asked while wearing glasses, "Who?"

Mu Yuyang glanced at the screen that was still on: "The note is Yingying."

Fu Qingle froze when she put on the glasses, but soon returned to normal, and said lightly, "Put them on first."

"Aren't you going to answer?" Mu Yuyang asked, "Haven't hung up yet."

Fu Qingle said: "I'll call back later. There's still hot water, go take a shower."

"Oh." Fu Qingle's evasive attitude made Mu Yuyang feel too embarrassed to ask any further, so he packed up his pajamas and went into the bathroom.

After Mu Yuyang went in, Fu Qingle took the phone and looked at the two missed calls in the call log and couldn't help but sigh.I wanted to ignore it like before, but the moment I put down the phone, my hands froze again.He glanced at the bathroom.His hearing is very good, even through a door and a distance of five or six meters, he can clearly hear Mu Yuyang's soft humming that was covered by the sound of water.When Mu Yuyang sang, his voice was clear and gentle, his voice was delicate and warm, which did not match his handsome and domineering appearance, but this kind of contrast was very popular among girls.

Fu Qingle is not very familiar with music, but he can still vaguely recognize that he is humming the title song "Thirteen" of Wenger's new album. It is written by Wenger himself to commemorate the [-]th anniversary of his marriage with his same-sex/lover Miyazawa Composed love songs.I heard that many young people now use this song to confess and propose marriage, and it has been tried and tested.

The people in the bathroom sang more and more excitedly, completely forgetting that there was another person outside.Fu Qingle smiled slightly as he heard the voice getting heavier, took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his suit pocket, turned around and went to the balcony with his mobile phone.

The balcony of Mu Yuyang's room was facing a rockery park. In the middle of the night, there was no light other than street lights, and it was pitch black.There are rustling insects among the grass, adding a sense of liveliness to this quiet open space.

Mu Yuyang is a person who loves life. He has planted a lot of green plants on the balcony, and each pot is growing gratifyingly. It is obvious that the owner took good care of it.There is a rattan hanging chair in the corner of the balcony, and a set of white-glazed tea set is placed on the low-leg coffee table next to it. A rattan chair is also placed opposite the hanging chair, and a puppet bear with a height of one person is placed on it.Fu Qingle rubbed the plush head of the puppet bear, and seemed to be able to imagine the picture of the man sitting on the hanging chair, drinking tea and talking to the puppet bear.He couldn't help but think of what Liu Xianghan said about him, and couldn't help laughing.

Liu Xianghan said: "What a wonderful person, but he has a mouth!"

Yes, what a wonderful person, the typical male god looks that little girls like, but he has an unstoppable mouth.

However, Fu Qingle felt that this kind of Mu Yuyang was much cuter than the cold and aloof male god on the stage.

After ravaging Mu Yuyang's bear, Fu Qingle sat down on the hanging chair contentedly, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and put it in his mouth, took the lighter and lit it, and took a deep breath Take a breath, pause for a few seconds, and then exhale slowly.

The smoke was thick and thick, blurring Fu Qingle's face and his expression at the moment.The mobile phone on the coffee table buzzed and vibrated again, and it was still a familiar note.

This time Fu Qingle finally picked up.

"Yingying," Fu Qingle said in a low and gentle voice, "Is there something wrong at this late hour?"

I don't know what was said on the other side, Fu Qingle showed a helpless smile, and persuaded softly: "Don't say silly things, Mengjie is more suitable for you than me, you follow her well."

"No! No matter how good Miss Mengjie is, it's not you! Obviously we are the most suitable, why do you want me if you say you don't want me?" The other party's voice suddenly became excited.

Fu Qingle pressed her brows wearily: "Yingying, I entrusted you to Meng Jie for your own good. Now you can take care of yourself, and you don't need me anymore."

"Excuses! It's all excuses! You just don't want me! You abandoned me!" The other party burst into tears while talking.

Fu Qingle was extremely powerless. He claimed that he was not a patient person, but he really had no choice but to deal with the child he brought up with his own hands. Pretending to naturally draw her attention elsewhere.

"What's the latest itinerary?"

Sure enough, Lu Yingying was taken over right away, and said sobbingly: "Sister Mengjie helped me pick up a copy of the youth drama directed by Zhu Sheng, the female lead, and I will join the group next week."

"Not bad," Fu Qingle praised with a smile, "I'll visit the class when I'm free."

"Really?" Lu Yingying said in surprise.

"Well, you obediently listen to Sister Mengjie and I will visit you."

"Okay! I will be good! I will be obedient, you must come! You can't go back on your word!"

"Well, I don't regret it." Because Lu Yingying's situation was a bit special, Fu Qingle had always been very patient with her, and tried to coax her when talking to her.

Lu Yingying got Fu Qingle's guarantee, and then burst into laughter. Fu Qingle took the opportunity to urge her to go to bed quickly.This time Lu Yingying didn't make any more trouble and hung up the phone obediently.

After the conversation with Lu Yingying ended, the cigarette was almost exhausted.Fu Qingle also lost the desire/desire to continue smoking, so he took out a piece of paper and pressed out the cigarette butt.The extraordinary sixth sense made him feel that there was a scorching gaze staring at him closely from behind him early in the morning, but he was not in a hurry to turn around, and he slowly turned around after packing up the cigarette butts.Then he saw Mu Yuyang—the front of their TRS, the young captain known as the "killer of the world" was holding a dripping head, wearing a SpongeBob SquarePants clothes, lifting his right leg like a gecko lying on the glass of the balcony On the door, a face was also pressed against the glass door. The three-dimensional facial features were as flat as a sesame seed cake, ugly and extremely funny.

Fu Qingle: "..."