After the top stream had a cp with the manager

Quiet means close to death

Fu Qingle clenched her hands into fists, tried hard to hold back the smile on her lips, and asked, "Are you cosplaying a gecko?"

Mu Yuyang didn't expect him to turn around suddenly, and was a little embarrassed for a moment. He put down his sore right leg, pushed the black-rimmed glasses on his nose, opened the balcony door as if nothing had happened, and walked slowly to Fu Qingle with his hands in his pockets. From the corner of her eye, she glanced at the phone that was turned upside down on the coffee table: "Did you call that Yingying just now?"

"En." Fu Qingle said bluntly.

Mu Yuyang was still quite satisfied with Fu Qingle's undisguised attitude, and asked in a joking tone: "Wouldn't that Yingying be your girlfriend?"

Fu Qingle looked directly at him and asked with a smile, "Why do you think so?"

"Uh, isn't this a very normal logic? People of the opposite sex who don't bring their surnames but only their first names should be girlfriends." Mu Yuyang walked to the back of the rattan chair, leaned over and hugged the puppet bear, putting all his weight on the puppet bear. All on the bear.

Fu Qingle denied it: "It's not a girlfriend. Are you still sleeping?"

Mu Yuyang buried his face in the plush fur of the puppet bear and rubbed it like a kitten: "I'm full of hot pot, and I can't sleep now."

"If you can't sleep, talk for a while?" Fu Qingle asked.

"Yes." Mu Yuyang straightened up, pushed up the two thick legs of the puppet bear to make room for himself, and after sitting down, put his hands on his chin and asked with a smile, "Do you want to What are you talking about?" Before Fu Qingle could answer, he suddenly stood up again, "It's boring to talk, I'll go get some bottles of wine!"

Fu Qingle was helpless: "Didn't you drink enough at the hot pot restaurant?"

"Of course it's not enough!" Mu Yuyang looked at him with a serious face, "I went crazy watching the scorching sun throwing wine at the hot pot restaurant, and I didn't drink much at all! Wait for me for a while, I'll be right back!" Mu Yuyang said The motivation was amazing, and after speaking, he went into the house to get a beer downstairs, and by the way, he also carried the doll that took up space back into the house.

"Big Bear, you are temporarily laid off for one day, and you will be reinstated tomorrow."

Fu Qingle looked at the sunny boy who could talk to the puppet bear and couldn't help but be a little bit dumbfounded.

Mu Yuyang came back after a while, holding six cans of beer in his arms, and placed three cans in front of Fu Qingle: "Three cans per person. Let's make it clear first, no leftovers are allowed, and the rest should be cleaned up on the balcony!" After finishing speaking Then he pulled out a large box of snacks from the locker in the corner, and waved his hand, which was rare and generous, "Eat whatever you want, I'll treat you tonight."

Fu Qingle raised his forehead and sighed deeply, "You guys have debuted for almost a month, why don't you have any awareness of being an artist. Don't you know that these snacks are the natural enemy of body management?"

Mu Yuyang scratched his face innocently: "But I'm hungry, I'm so tired from training, I'll pass out if I don't replenish some energy. Besides, I'm in good shape." He stood up and lifted up his pajamas and put on a face. Satisfied, "Look, the abdominal muscles have begun to take shape. I believe that in one month, I will have a perfect eight-pack abs."

Fu Qingle looked at the shape of the muscles that couldn't be seen without careful attention, and really couldn't bear to dampen his enthusiasm, so he nodded cooperatively, and encouraged him: "Well, keep working hard."

Mu Yuyang was even more proud, and sat down again.Looking at the thin body of his manager, he comforted himself considerately: "You don't have to lose heart. Abdominal muscles are not a necessity. You are doing well now. Little girls like your model."

"What?" Fu Qingle was a little confused, not understanding why the topic changed from Mu Yuyang's abdominal muscles to her own body.

What do little girls like his style?

Which one is he?

Mu Yuyang was still chattering, and Fu Qingle became more and more confused the more he listened, until he heard Mu Yuyang say that there is no shame in having no muscles, and people appreciate him even if he has a well-proportioned figure. Did Zhili kill the chicken in vain?

Fu Qingle couldn't help but find it funny.He knew that his appearance was deceptive to a certain extent, but it wasn't so weak that it would give people the illusion of being a chicken for nothing.Also, wasn't he naked when he opened the door to get his clothes?Didn't this man see his eight-pack abs?

Mu Yuyang really didn't see those perfect abs that make men envious and women drool, because at that time, he realized that he was not wearing any clothes when his eyes moved down to his chest, so he immediately turned his eyes away. Returning to the top of the neck, the subsequent conversation was also watching the nose and the nose, watching the heart, and did not glance at it randomly.

Mu Yuyang was still comforting him with an expression of indescribable sincerity.Fu Qingle did not explain aloud, allowing this beautiful misunderstanding to continue.

Mu Yuyang has always been talkative and secretive, as long as he has the right to speak, it is difficult for others to intervene.He didn't need other people's feedback, as long as he had a listener, he could talk for a long time, so Fu Qingle didn't even have to put on a pretentious response. He listened to him while drinking, and his mood was unprecedentedly relaxed and peaceful.

After Mu Yuyang finished talking about his figure, he picked up the beer and drank a big gulp. After drinking, he yelled, "Excellent!"

Fu Qing laughed happily, selected a pack of shredded squid from the snack pile, opened it and handed it to Mu Yuyang.

Mu Yuyang was surprised and said, "Didn't you let me manage your body?"

"It was for you to manage but it didn't make you hungry. You should be hungry after talking for so long."

"A little bit." Mu Yuyang chewed a squid tendril, sat cross-legged on the chair and swayed from side to side, looking in a good mood.

Seeing this, Fu Qingle took a sip and asked curiously, "You seem to like the lively atmosphere?"

"Well, I don't like quietness." Mu Yuyang also admitted very readily, "Hanhan often says that I'm more verbose than an old lady, but actually I just don't want the atmosphere to be too quiet."

"Why don't you like being quiet?" Fu Qingle asked him.

Mu Yuyang's smile suddenly faded a little, he looked down at the beer can, twitched the corner of his mouth, and said, "Quietness means that death is near."

Fu Qingle was startled, and raised her head to look at him.Although Mu Yuyang was still smiling at this moment, his demeanor had calmed down, and he was no longer the usual heartless and carefree look.

Mu Yuyang spun the beer and continued: "Remember I told you that Mingyi was founded by my grandfather and his brothers, and then they passed Mingyi to my dad and my uncle. My dad is younger than me. Uncle is almost ten years old, so they agreed that my dad will manage the company for a few years first, and then hand over the position of president to my uncle when he comes back from school. Alright, I'll leave before my uncle returns from his studies."

"Eleven years ago, there was a sensational incident in City A. You should have heard of it—President Mingyi was in a car accident while taking his family abroad for a trip. The couple died on the spot, and the ten-year-old only son was seriously injured and spent five days in the hospital. Five nights, I was lucky enough to get my life back." Mu Yuyang pointed to himself, "That lucky child is me."

The memory of when he was ten years old was a nightmare that Mu Yuyang did not want to recall all his life.The once happy family fell apart in an instant because of the gas pedal of a drunk driver.

When the car accident happened, Mu Yuyang, who was exhausted from playing all day, was sleeping in the back seat, so he didn't witness the scene of the car accident with his own eyes.He only remembered that he was stuck under the seat after the earth was turned upside down, unable to move.Ear-piercing horns and brakes and parents' exclamations filled my ears, and then I felt a pain in the back of my head and lost consciousness.It was half a month later when I woke up again.He was lying in a hospital ward with various tubes inserted into his body.The room was silent, save for the sounds of various instruments.The regular beeping sound of the ECG monitor beside the bed was like a reminder of the countdown to life. Every sound stimulated Mu Yuyang's nerves. The uncontrollable terror and helplessness made him unable to forget even today. .

He had been lying in the intensive care unit for more than a month. Doctors and nurses in white uniforms came in and out every day. His grandparents and uncles often came in in sterile suits to talk to him and encourage him to be brave. Only his Parents never show up.

Although people would come and go in and out of the ward every day, Mu Yuyang stayed alone most of the time.During that month in the ICU, time seemed to stand still, so quiet that he wondered if he was dead.

That was the closest time Mu Yuyang, who was only ten years old, was close to death.

Perhaps it was also those months of ward life that caused him a deep psychological shadow. After that, he began to reject the extremely quiet atmosphere. Talking can break this horrible sense of suffocation. As time goes by, he talks more and more, and the more he talks, the more he can't stop, and finally he becomes the talkative talker in Liu Xianghan's mouth.

After telling a long story, Mu Yuyang closed his eyes, took a deep breath, paused for two seconds, and then let it out heavily. When he opened his eyes again, he was smiling again.He took the last sip of beer and said to Fu Qingle: "This is the first time I've told anyone about this, and Hanhan doesn't even know about it, so remember to keep it a secret for me."

Fu Qingle nodded with a dignified expression.Mu Yuyang smiled, and patted him on the shoulder: "Hey, I didn't say this to make you cry, and I'm not as pitiful as you think."

Fu Qingle hummed, but his expression did not relax at all.

"I'm serious," Mu Yuyang said, "After my parents died, their shares in Mingyi were transferred to my name. Even if I don't work, the company's dividends every year are enough for me to live comfortably in my next life. And now I live with my uncles, they are very kind to me, they provide me with food and clothing, and even send me to study abroad. I am really not pitiful at all, so you really don’t have to show such an expression .”

Fu Qingle finally had a smile on his face, and he rubbed the top of Mu Yuyang's head: "I can see that you are indeed very happy." If it weren't for the family who poured ten times, a hundred times or even a thousand times of effort and love into it, a child would not be happy. It is impossible to keep the sun warm and positive after encountering a major family accident.

The six cans of beer have all been drained, and a large bag of shredded squid has also been eaten.Mu Yuyang went into the house and took the trash can to clean up the trash, then leaned against the railing and stretched his waist, took out his phone to check the time, and couldn't help grinning: "I'm going, it's almost three o'clock, we are too good at chatting .Go into the room and go to sleep, I'm sleepy." After speaking, he shook the squid pieces on his clothes, and entered the room with the trash can.Seeing that Fu Qingle hadn't moved in the middle of the walk, he stopped and waved at him: "Come in, you don't want to nest here overnight, do you? Don't blame me for not reminding you, the mosquitoes here are very poisonous, if you are bitten I'm not responsible for the pig's face."

Fu Qing smiled happily, and followed the house as promised.

The temperature at night was still a little low, Mu Yuyang spread out the quilt, then turned to ask Fu Qingle: "Do you like to sleep on the left side or the right side?"

"I can do it, it's up to you."

Mu Yuyang was also polite: "Then I'll sleep on the left side, you can sleep on the right side."

"Ah."

Mu Yuyang was really sleepy, he could hardly keep his eyes open, after discussing the ownership of the beds on both sides, he yawned and climbed up, took off his glasses and put them aside, lifted the quilt and got in, and closed his eyes again. He said vaguely: "Then I'll go to bed first, remember to turn off the lights, good night."

"Good night." Fu Qingle stood by the balcony door without moving.From his angle, he could just see Mu Yuyang's peaceful sleeping face.When Mu Yuyang was quiet and not speaking, both his appearance and temperament were so excellent that people couldn't take his eyes off him.His facial features are obviously so sharp, and when he is not smiling, his every move is breathtaking, but when he smiles, he is as warm as a little sun. Such a complex and abrupt temperament is not against Mu Yuyang's body, and there are even other So cute.

Fu Qingle had to admit that Mu Yuyang was like a bottle of fine wine, the more he got to know him, the more he couldn't stop it.

Mu Yuyang was probably really sleepy, and his breathing became longer after lying on the bed for less than 5 minutes.Fu Qingle watched quietly for a while from a distance of two meters, and after making sure that Mu Yuyang was really asleep, he walked to the other side of the bed, lifted the quilt and lay down lightly on it.The two-meter big bed is very wide, even if two adult men lie down and sleep together, it is not crowded. Even after a huge puppet bear is stuffed in the middle of the bed, there is still room for the two of them to move when they lie down.But even that doesn't change the fact that the bear is an eyesore.

Fu Qingle sat on the bed expressionlessly, stared at the big bear named "Nobita" for a long time in silence, then suddenly grabbed the big bear's arm and pulled it out of the bed.The bear weighed twenty to thirty kilograms, but Fu Qingle lifted the bear without any effort, stretched his arms and drew a circle in the air, and the large puppet bear was thrown to the ground.The puppet bear that was once loved by Mu Yuyang was thrown on the ground like a shoe at this moment, pitiful and helpless.

Fu Qingle twitched the corners of her mouth, turned off the lights, lay down, and closed her eyes.

In the quiet room, there were only two clear and interlaced breathing sounds.Mu Yuyang was lying on his side, and his whole body was squeezed on the edge of the big bed.Fu Qingle lay flat, firmly occupying half of the bed, narrowing the gap between the two with her own strength.

Five minutes later, Fu Qingle opened her eyes, her sharp eyes capable of night vision were still as bright as stars in the dark.

Less than three fingers away from him was Mu Yuyang's peaceful sleeping face.The sound of warm breathing was like a soft ribbon gently blowing against his ears.There is still a baby-like murmur in the breath.

drowsiness.

Suddenly it disappeared.