After the top stream had a cp with the manager

you fell asleep very well

At 07:30 in the morning, Fu Qingle opened her eyes on time.A trace of doubt flashed across his eyes the moment he saw the strange ceiling, but he soon regained clarity.Lying on the bed and waking up for a minute or two, the consciousness gradually recovered, and the tenderness from the left side of the body also became clear.Fu Qingle turned her head, looked silently at the left arm that was forcibly put into Mu Yuyang's arms, and with a light movement, the hands that hugged the arm tightened a bit, and the pair of feet attached to the calf also rubbed against each other. rubbed.

Fu Qingle didn't dare to move anymore, but the people around him didn't seem to want to let it go. With a grunt, he turned over and lay directly on Fu Qingle's body, with his hands hugging his neck and his feet resting on the soles of his feet. It was also completely buried in his chest, and there was a small purring sound like a puppy in his throat.

Even Fu Qingle, who had been used as a pillow all night, could hardly keep his face from changing at the moment.Especially Mu Yuyang's delicate face was still unconsciously rubbing against his chest.Fu Qingle doesn't think he is a saint, nor is he Liu Xiahui who can sit still.In this situation, the "beauty" is in his arms, and the "beauty" is not consciously groping around on him at all, if he doesn't have any physical throbbing, it can't be justified.But the "beauties" are still in the stage of being seen, not touched, let alone eaten, so before the situation got out of control, Fu Qingle quickly stopped Mu Yuyang's movements.He escaped from Mu Yuyang's bear hug as lightly as possible, but he underestimated the opponent's clinging skills, he tore away one hand, and an extra leg appeared on his waist, as if he wanted to grow on him.

Fu Qingle's actions finally woke up Mu Yuyang.The hand on his neck was tightly tightened, Mu Yuyang closed his eyes, frowned slightly and muttered: "Daxiong, don't make trouble."

Fu Qingle glanced at the righteous master who had been lying on the ground all night, and smiled wryly.Is the co-author thinking of him as that clumsy puppet bear?

Fu Qingle really didn't move anymore, and waited for about 5 minutes with a stiff body before he gently put his hands back on Mu Yuyang's waist.

"Yangyang?" He tentatively called out with a slightly hoarse voice when he just woke up in the morning, but got no response, Fu Qingle smiled slightly, turned over with Mu Yuyang in his arms, his movements were quick and gentle.Mu Yuyang in his sleep didn't notice anything.

Fu Qingle dragged Mu Yuyang's back with one hand, propped up the bed with the other, and leaned on Mu Yuyang's body. While observing Mu Yuyang, he slowly pulled back the arm under him.

Five centimeters, ten centimeters, twenty centimeters...

Seeing that they were about to be pulled out completely, Mu Yuyang moved his eyelashes at this moment.Fu Qingle froze for an instant, and didn't dare to move her hands anymore. She held her breath and quietly watched the person under her slowly open her eyes.

"What's wrong?" Mu Yuyang murmured with his eyes half-closed, with a cute little nasal voice.He didn't wake up at all, and when he saw Fu Qingle leaning on him, he didn't realize that there was something wrong at all. Instead, he reached out and hugged his neck to rub his eyes.

Fu Qingle's wry smile was even worse. After living for 28 years, he never got up earlier than today, which was more painful.

However, I have to say that Mu Yuyang, who was dazed and clingy when he was not awake, was also very painful.Fu Qingle really wanted to wake up this sleepy little idiot, but his rationality restrained his impulse. In the end, he just stretched out his hand and rubbed the soft and thick messy hair, and coaxed softly: "It's nothing, it's still early, Keep sleeping."

"Oh." Mu Yuyang responded blankly, closed his eyes obediently, hugged the quilt and continued to sleep soundly.

Fu Qingle smiled, pinched his cheeks, and turned over lightly to the ground.

At eight o'clock, Fu Qingle finally got up, dressed and washed.His white shirt smelled like hot pot, and he couldn't wear it anymore, so he had to temporarily borrow a Mu Yuyang's, but when he opened the closet, the whole closet was full of name tags and almost blinded his eyes.

Fu Qingle remembered Mu Yuyang's words last night, and couldn't help laughing.

This guy is not telling lies, he is indeed not pitiful.The regret that Mu Yuyang couldn't make up for mentally, the family made up for it by transforming it into material.

Perhaps, it is also another kind of happiness.

Fu Qingle finally picked out a rather ordinary-looking white t-shirt.Dressed he went out of the house.Open the door, and the door on the left front also opens at the same time.

The two looked at each other and were stunned.

Fu Qingle looked at Xu Sibai who came out of Chu Jiaoyang's room, and didn't say a word, but the slightly raised brows and the faint smile at the corners of his mouth showed that he was not in a calm mood at the moment.

Xu Sibai ignored the narrowness in Fu Qingle's eyes, closed the door softly, said good morning calmly, then walked past him calmly without giving Fu Qingle a chance to speak, opened the door, and went back to his room .

Fu Qingle raised her eyebrows indifferently, and went downstairs to prepare breakfast.

Although Fu Qingle didn't come to the villa many times, he knew everything about the structure of the house and the facilities in the house.After going downstairs, he went straight into the kitchen, took out eggs and bread from the refrigerator, and started preparing breakfast.Just after oiling the pan, Xu Sibai went downstairs and also entered the kitchen.

"Wake up so early?" Fu Qingle greeted normally, without asking why he came out of Chu Jiaoyang's room at all.

"I'm used to it." Although Xu Sibai was aloof, he still had a good attitude towards this manager, answering every question he had.

Fu Qingle made a good comment on his habit of getting up early, and then asked while scrambling eggs: "Do you usually eat Western food or Chinese food for breakfast?"

"There is no special requirement, you can come here however it is convenient. Most of the time, I order takeaway." Although Xu Sibai said so, he opened the rice cooker and found the rice from the locker under the cooking table.

Fu Qingle stopped and asked, "Do you want to cook porridge?"

Xu Sibai hummed: "Drink porridge after drinking to nourish your stomach."

Fu Qingle smiled comprehensibly, glanced at the second floor, and said with deep meaning: "Yangyang drank like this yesterday, he really should drink something to nourish his stomach, otherwise it will be uncomfortable."

Xu Sibai was washing the rice, but he didn't respond at all, and he didn't know if he didn't hear it or pretended not to hear it.

Fu Qingle twitched the corners of her mouth, put the fried eggs and slices of bread on a plate, made coffee, took out her phone after thinking about it, and ordered some Chinese breakfast.After finishing everything, he returned to the living room, sat on the sofa and started to deal with the work.About 10 minutes later, there was commotion on the second floor, and the closed doors were opened one after another.The first one to come out was Chen Li. He saw Fu Qingle on the sofa from a distance, and greeted him and went downstairs.

"Brother Fu, you wake up so early."

"Well, I'm used to getting up early." Fu Qingle pointed to the restaurant, "I made some breakfast, cooked porridge for free, and ordered some steamed buns and fried dough sticks, but it will take a while for them to be delivered."

Chen Li was surprised: "Brother Fu still makes breakfast? Then I have to try it." He said and got into the restaurant.

A few minutes later, Mu Yuyang and Liu Xianghan went downstairs supporting each other. Both of them were sleepy, yawning as if they were not awake.

"Morning, Brother Fu." Walking into the living room, Liu Xianghan said to Fu Qingle, then closed his eyes, fell on the sofa, and was about to go back to sleep.

The long sofa was occupied by Liu Xianghan, so Mu Yuyang could only sit next to Fu Qingle, wondering, "When did you wake up, I didn't hear anything."

Fu Qingle remembered how the person next to him was sleeping in the dark like a pillow, and couldn't help but smile slightly: "You slept too soundly, it's not surprising that you didn't hear it."

"Oh," Mu Yuyang believed it dumbfoundedly, and he became more sober after talking to Fu Qingle for a while.He glanced at Fu Qingle again, with a troubled expression on his face.

Fu Qingle turned her head and asked, "Do you have any questions for me?"

Mu Yuyang scratched his face, his expression was a little embarrassed, and he murmured: "I didn't kick you down last night after I fell asleep, right?" He knew that he slept poorly, even Liu Xianghan, who slept the least I was kicked out of bed by him several times, so I was really afraid that I couldn't control it for a while, so I asked Mr. Manager to try his own deadly serial kick.However, his self-hypnosis before going to bed last night seemed to have some effect. He saw Fu Qingle shook his head and said, "No, you are very good when you fell asleep."

"That's good." Mu Yuyang patted his chest and heaved a sigh of relief.But he was a little embarrassed, and he didn't know if it was an illusion. He always felt that the manager's words that he fell asleep had other meanings.However, he had no idea that he had treated his agent as Nobita last night, and hugged him with hands and feet all night, so he didn't think much about it, but murmured suspiciously: "Strange, I put Nobita on the bed before going to bed last night." Why did it lie on the ground this morning?"

Fu Qingle froze for a while, before calming down and saying: "Last night you fell asleep and threw it down, maybe you thought it was taking up space."

"Really?" Mu Yuyang did not doubt him.Because of his unconditional trust in Fu Qingle, he forgot that Nobita fell on the right side of the bed, while he slept on the left side, so it was impossible for him to be thrown by an adult without realizing it.

Unless he sleepwalks.