Mr. Wood is in the North Pole, I am in the South

When Xiao Ran woke up, the room was completely dark. He groped towards the bedside to turn on the light, but he couldn't find the switch in the places he was used to touching, and the mobile phone was not by the bedside. At that moment, he immediately felt that something was wrong. There was a soft wool carpet in his bedroom, but the cold marble was under his feet.

He is not at home!

After this consciousness rushed to his brain, Xiao Ran was frightened into a cold sweat. He had been kidnapped before, and he had a subconscious fear of the dark and unfamiliar environments, but he didn't cry out. He quickly recalled all the situations that happened before, and gradually settled down in his heart. When he came down, his last memory was eating at the restaurant with Mu Nancheng. Although Mu Nancheng didn't seem to be in a good mood at the time, he wouldn't let himself be kidnapped... right?

Xiao Ran squeezed his throbbing temples, touched the window and opened the curtains, the warm sunlight rushed in like life, he squinted his eyes, and turned around to look at the room.

The wide space is unobstructed, neatly decorated in Western style, from the ceiling to the floor is all white, and the furniture is all black. Mu Nancheng's room is really just like him, domineering and cold to the core.

Xiao Ran looked down again and saw that he was wearing white home clothes. He was a little surprised that the clothes seemed to be tailor-made for him, and it fit his figure very well. What a trouble to him.

Xiao Ran didn't worry about whether he was being taken advantage of. Mu Nancheng had had many girlfriends. He was obviously straight, and he wasn't naturally curvy. In other words, Xiao Ran didn't even know if his curvy was natural. Anyway, except for Fu In Yuxing's eyes, other men have one nose and two eyes. He has a headache at the moment. Did he say anything carelessly yesterday? After he was drunk, he couldn't remember anything.

The door was opened at this moment, and Mu Nancheng stood at the door, wearing a white shirt and black trousers, looking at him lightly, with a hoarse voice:

"Woke up?"

This person has a cold?Xiao Ran thought about it, and replied:

"Yeah...cough cough..."

Xiao Ran clutched his throat, only to realize that his throat was burning and hoarse than Mu Nancheng's, and his stomach was churning, and the torment of hangover was only revealed at this time.

His face collapsed, and he rubbed his stomach uncomfortably.

But Mu Nancheng turned around and left at this moment, Xiao Ran stared blankly at the wide open door, thinking why this person just ignores him, he is a guest, hey!

But Mu Nancheng came back soon, with a glass of water in his hand, Xiao Ran took a big sip from the glass, and was surprised to find that it was lemon honey water, and it was boiled in a pot instead of boiling water However, the sour and sweet are very harmoniously neutralized, and it is very comfortable to flow into the stomach.

Mu Nancheng reached out his hand to pat him on the back, but he didn't know what he saw. His palm paused in mid-air, and then retracted to touch his nose.

"Thank you...thank you..."

Xiao Ran stopped coughing, and then thanked him, "I was drunk yesterday, did you bring me here? Is this your home?"

Mu Nancheng didn't make a sound, he was looking down at the back of Xiao Ran's neck in ecstasy, and there was an inexplicable smile in his eyes.

When Xiao Ran raised his head, he saw Mu Nancheng's eyes wandering away from the back of his neck. He looked a little guilty. He couldn't help touching the back of his neck. The next moment he frowned. The marks are very obvious. When I touch it, I feel like there is a scar on the back of the neck, or is it ringworm?

Slight itching, I didn't feel it when I didn't touch it, and I didn't know if it was a psychological effect when I touched it, but I felt very uncomfortable. When I touched it again, it was terrible, as if the entire back of the neck was covered with dense spots.

But he wasn't familiar with Mu Nancheng yet, and he couldn't ask him to see what was wrong with the back of his neck. He looked at the dark blue quilt on the bed hesitantly, wondering if there would be mites in the quilt of Mu Nancheng's house...

At this moment, Mu Nancheng patted the back of Li Ran's head with a "snap", interrupting Li Ran's thoughts, he said in a hasty and commanding tone:

"Give you 3 minutes to wash up, then come down for breakfast, hurry up!"

Mr. Mu walked away in a hurry, as if afraid of something biting him.

"Hey! You—"

Xiao Ran chased all the way to the door, and shouted at Mu Nancheng's back, "Is there someone who treats guests like you? I didn't come here by myself. There is a time limit for washing, why don't you go as an officer!"

Mu Nancheng walked all the way to the bottom of the building before looking up at him with his hands in his pockets, raised his eyebrows, and said with a pun:

"Why don't you take care of this one?"

Xiao Ran made a funny face at him, and ran back to wash in a hurry.

Han Zhen walked over from the kitchen shaking his hands, and said with a smile, "Master Xiao Ran is in good condition today."

There was a smile in Mu Nancheng's eyes: "Heartless."

He walked briskly to the dining table and sat down, and Han Zhen followed him: "Mr. is also in a good mood today."

Mu Nancheng took the newspaper on the table and read the news calmly.

"Cough," Han Zhen suppressed a smile, "Sir, the newspaper is upside down."

Mu Nancheng was stunned, and subconsciously dropped the newspaper. When his eyes finally focused on the words on it, he suddenly found that the newspaper at this moment was really upside down!

Mu Nancheng crumpled up the newspaper and threw it into Han Zhen's arms, scolding with a smile:

"Damn things!"

Xiao Ran's speed was very fast, and he dressed up and went downstairs in a short while. His clothes were also prepared by Mu Nancheng. The white clothes and black trousers were exactly the same style as Mu Nancheng's.

"Master Xiao Ran, good morning!" Han Zhen greeted him with a smile.

"Good morning, Special Assistant Han!" Xiao Ran sat down at the table and asked casually, "Mr. Mu, I didn't trouble you yesterday, did I?"

"Added."

"..."

Xiao Ran was caught off guard by an unexpected answer. He blinked several times before putting on the correct expression, and said sincerely:

"That's really, really sorry!"

Master Mu Nancheng waved a large number of hands:

"It's okay, you don't have any major problems except you love to cry and talk to yourself a little bit."

Xiao Ran stared at him, his cheeks slowly puffed up like an inflated puffer fish.

Han Zhen hurriedly said:

"Master Xiao Ran is really a good wine drinker. I've seen people who were drunk, fell and beat them, and they would tear down the curbs on the main road! That's hard to serve!"

Xiao Ran's expression was a little excited amid surprise:

"A drunk who can be taken care of by Special Assistant Han is only a person of Mr. Mu's level qualified?"

"…………"

Mu Nancheng's gaze swept over like an X-ray film, Han Zhen wished to give himself a slap, the young couple flirted and asked you to owe me!

Han Tezhu's assist brought Xiao Ran back by one point, and his mood immediately improved, but Mu Nancheng's actions at the next moment made him lose his face again.

Mu Nancheng pushed a bowl of hot and sour soup in front of Xiao Ran, and said slowly:

"Drink the tripe soup, hangover."

"I've already drank lemon and honey water." Xiao Ran looked disgusted, "I don't want to drink this."

"I also think there are many things about Han Zhen." Mu Nancheng picked up the porridge bowl in front of him, looked at Han Zhen seriously, and said, "I told you that children hate these things the most, and you have to come here early in the morning Cooking this thing, don’t worry about the trouble, do you accept it? It’s unnecessary!”

"Ah?" Han Zhen was taken aback for a moment, but in less than a second, he switched from blank to regretful, with just the right amount of grievance, "It turns out that Master Xiao Ran doesn't like to drink this, so I remember Don’t do it again, I won’t do it again.”

How can Xiao Ran be hypocritical now, Han Zhen, a special assistant with an annual salary of several million, comes to cook him sober soup early in the morning, can't Xiao Ran not take a bite of it?

Xiao Ran pinched his nose bitterly and drank the whole bowl of soup, but he refused to eat the pork belly in it.

Han Zhen embarrassedly served Xiao Ran another glass of lemon and honey water:

"Mister is still thoughtful, this syrup is made by him."

"Oh," Xiao Ran said blankly, "Thank you."

Mu Nancheng lowered his head and drank the porridge. Although he was thanked, his face looked as if he had been scolded.

Han Zhen complained incessantly. Yesterday Xiao Ran was carried out by Mu Nancheng. He knew he was drunk when he looked at people like that, so when he came here early in the morning, he specially brought lemon and honey. He has experience in taking care of drunk people. Unexpectedly, on the way, Mu Nancheng called him and asked him to go to the vegetable market to buy some pork belly. Mr. Mu said that Xiao Ran would probably have a headache after waking up, and drinking pork belly soup would relieve it.

So this honey water was Han Zhen's idea, and the pork belly soup was made by Mu Nancheng himself. The young master despises that pork belly soup, can Mr. Mu be happy?

For the first time, Special Assistant Han felt that this job made him a little tired.

Mu Nancheng and Han Zhen were discussing business matters. Xiao Ran took a baguette and bit it one after another. His appetite was not very good after the hangover. He ate half of the baguette and held the remaining half in his hand. , while drinking honey water, he was holding the baguette as if playing.

Mu Nancheng turned his eyes and saw Xiao Ran clutching the French stick. His white and slender fingers suddenly tightened, then loosened, tightened, and then loosened again. He had already eaten and was smoking a cigarette at that time. Seeing this scene He suddenly exhaled a puff of smoke, and coughed loudly.

"gentlemen!"

Han Zhen stood up and patted Mu Nancheng on the back. He never thought that his boss, an old smoker, could be choked by the smoke. Xiao Ran looked at Mr. Mu who had a strong aura and was coughing out of breath. Tears flowed out, and I couldn't help but sigh, this person would be choked, it turned out that he is also a human being.

But Mu Nancheng didn't know, he put on Long Aotian's score all day long, and Xiao Ran often felt that he was not human.

"You...cough...cough..."

Mu Nancheng was dizzy from coughing. He pointed at the baguette in Xiao Ran's hand with trembling fingers, "Do you have any rules, kid? Either eat well at the dinner table, or go play somewhere else! Is this thing for you to play with?" ?”

Xiao Ran looked innocent, and Han Zhen was also baffled. Mu Nancheng snatched half of the French stick from Xiao Ran's hand in great pain, and his words were as serious as the reincarnation of Confucius,

"Haven't you memorized the day of hoeing in elementary school? Can food be wasted casually? Are you worthy of your Chinese teacher? Children nowadays are not good at learning!"

Xiao Ran stared wide-eyed: "You...you have a watt brain, right?!"

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感谢在2020-04-2018:54:00~2020-04-2213:48:26期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 5 Lin Xin;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: Lin Xin 5;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!