Social software bubble to the big boss

Mu You smiled: "I almost thought you were going to say you wouldn't take me there."

"Let's talk together." Yan Xing looked down at him, "Of course if you're really not interested, then I can take you to a coffee shop, if you don't want to come out with me today..."

Mu You asked back in surprise: "What made you have such an illusion?"

"Just saying it politely, but I think you want to come out with me." Yan Xing asked, "Can you understand?"

"I can understand a little bit." Mu You pointed to one of them and said, "Although my style of painting is Japanese, I have also known some European oil paintings. If I remember correctly, this is a painting by Theodore Gerico. Medusa, right?"

"Yes, I'm glad you understand this." Yan Xing put one hand on the steering wheel, "Fasten your seat belt."

"Ah, oh." Mu You quickly tied it up.

On the way to the car dealership, Yan Xing asked him casually, "Do you like painting?"

"I like it." Mu You nodded, "I like it very much."

"You like drawing, why...you study chemistry?" While waiting for the traffic light, Yan Xing seemed to pause for a moment, "You don't seem to be interested in chemistry."

As far as local is concerned, this sentence is already very implicit.

"Actually, you can just say that my chemistry is not very good." Mu You simply broke the can, "Not only am I not interested, I really don't like chemistry."

"Then why did you choose such a subject?"

Mu You silently glanced at Yan Xing.

This is a question that many people would ask after he came here, including his classmates, seniors and sisters.

This is something that many locals can't understand. In their view, learning something is usually because of their own interest, and they like to learn it.

They don't know why someone who clearly doesn't like the subject continues to study it.

He smiled wryly, "Because sometimes you may not be able to let yourself like what you learn."

Yan Xing nodded without asking further questions.

Mu You breathed a sigh of relief, which was already more polite than most of the "I really can't understand such a thought" he heard.

"Then why do you study chemistry?" Mu You asked, "Isn't painting your hobby?"

"No." Yan Xing shook his head, "Painting is just a way to relieve stress in an amateur. I prefer to delve into academic issues."

Mu You: "..."

Nobility of thought, he can not match.

Yan Xing parked the car in the parking lot of the gallery, Mu You opened the door and got out of the car, leaving the warm car filled with water vapor, he rubbed his hands and shivered.

A classic Burberry cashmere scarf was wrapped around his neck. Yan Xing stood beside him and asked softly, "Is it cold?"

Mu You stretched out his hand to touch the scarf, it was very soft and warm, with a fresh scent of fresh washing.

He shook his head: "It's not cold."

He saw Yan Xing's empty neck and asked, "You gave me the scarf, how about you?"

"I'm not cold." Yan Xing pointed to the art gallery ahead, "The oil painting exhibition is over there, let's go in."

The private art museum is not big. There is a huge portrait of a noble lady in the foyer. The long corridor is decorated with colorful gravel. The left and right sides are filled with huge oil paintings. The air is full of oxidized linseed oil. The final taste is the unique aroma of oil painting.

"Oh dear Edmund, here you come."

An old man in his sixties walked up to Yan Xing and warmly hugged Yan Xing, "I'm glad to see you. The last time I saw you was a year ago. How is your father doing?"

"My father is fine." Yan Xing's tone was gentle and indifferent, "He is unable to come this time because of something, let me visit you for him."

"Oh, then I hope everything is fine for him." The old man let go of Yan Xing, looked at Mu You and asked, "Who is this kid?"

Yan Xing paused for a moment, then said, "A friend of mine."

The old man asked: "Neuerfreund?

Yan Xing: "vielleicht."

Although Mu You's foreign language is not good, he can understand these few simple words.

What the old man asked was: new boyfriend?

Yan Xing replied: maybe

The translation is that they are currently in the ambiguous period before dating, checking whether the other party is suitable and whether they want to start a new relationship.

Mu You never dreamed that he could start a promising new relationship so soon after breaking up, and his future boyfriend looked infinitely better than that scumbag of his ex-boyfriend.

If this is a novel, then he probably took the script of Shuangwen.

"Are you taking him to see the oil painting exhibition?" The old man switched to English and said, "Aren't you afraid that he will be bored?"

Yan Xing explained: "He draws very well."

The old man looked at Mu You with a surprised and happy expression, and has been enthusiastically explaining the paintings to Mu You.

They saw that at twelve noon, the old man left them for lunch, and Yan Xing lowered his head to ask what he meant.

He smiled and replied, "Okay."

The old man went into the kitchen to make lunch, and Mu You and Yan Xing sat together in the curator's private area behind the gallery.

Yan Xing turned on his phone and replied a few messages. After replying to the messages, he saw Mu You playing with a piece of flax-colored coarse cloth.

"This is the case." Yan Xing put down his phone and leaned over to help Mu You.

Mu You lowered his eyes, and he could see Yan Xing's thick and long eyelashes, a straight nose bridge and a sexy Adam's apple.

After Yan Xing finished tying up his head, he saw Mu You was very close to him. He wanted to ask something, but without opening his mouth, his lips brushed against Mu You's.

Mu You originally just wanted to lower his head to see more clearly, but who knew it was such a coincidence that he touched Yan Xing's lips.

He stepped back immediately, "Well, I, I said I didn't mean it, do you believe it?"

Yan Xing's eyes darkened, and his voice was low, "I heard from my father that most people in China are conservative and can't accept too direct physical contact. At the beginning, my father and my mother dated a few times, and my mother said that we could consider having a relationship. When it was time, it frightened him quite badly."

"I've always wanted to take my time, but since you're so direct, you've hinted several times that I can hurry up, then..."

Mu You watched Yan Xing's lips getting closer and closer to him.

There was no common cologne or tobacco smell on Yan Xing's body, only a fragrance like freshly washed clothes, just like his scarf.

The fragrance was getting closer and closer to him, and mixed with the fragrance on the scarf, Mu You found that he seemed to forget to breathe and escape.

He can see Yan Xing's eyelashes clearly...

"Ahem." A teasing voice came from the door, "I'm very sorry, did I disturb you?"

Mu You dodged quickly, lowered his head and looked around, but he didn't look at Yan Xing.

Yan Xing replied with a normal expression: "Yes."

"I'm very sorry." The old man came over with two plates, Mu You smelled the smell of steak, "It's time to eat, although maybe you might want to eat something else."

This time, Mu You absolutely adhered to the principle of not talking when eating, burying his head in hard work and not saying anything.

Yan Xing chatted with the old man for a while.

The old man praised Muyou: "He is very cute."

"Thank you." Yan Xing said.

After the meal, the "very cute" Muyou got a picture book as a gift.

Back in the car again, when Yan Xing was heating up the engine, Mu You bit the bullet and said, "Well, I actually... didn't hint you to hurry up."

Yan Xing held the steering wheel with one hand and did not answer.

After a while, Mu You felt even more anxious, and added in a low voice: "But, if you want to hurry up, I have no objection..."

Yan Xing said suddenly: "I still think you want to hurry up."

Mu You: "...?"

Yan Xing: "I can respect your wishes."

Mu You: ...you don't have to

The author has something to say: Yan Xing: Believe it or not, I believe it anyway