Betrayal of Rebirth

Fang Sheng is the number one hotel in city b. There is a constant stream of customers every day, and it is extremely difficult to get a seat. However, Fang Sheng today is empty with only two people.

The melody of "Dream Wedding" echoed melodiously, and all the tables in Fang Sheng's hall were removed, leaving only a long table in the middle. Qiao Shaojin propped his chin with both hands and looked at Mu Shaoyu opposite with a smile.

Being stared at by such a hot stare, Young Master Mu actually finished eating the whole steak without changing his expression. He picked up the napkin and wiped his lips gracefully. Finished."

Second Young Master Qiao was not surprised that Mu Shaoyu knew her identity.

He stood up with a smile. There was a long table between him and Mu Shaoyu. When he walked to the middle, he took a rose in his hand.

Water was still dripping from the branches and leaves of the rose, but Mu Shaoyu looked at him and didn't pick it up.

Qiao Shaojin, who had known for a long time that he would not accept it, was not disappointed. He sat on the table, put the roses into the breast pocket of Mu Shaoyu's jacket, leaned over and kissed him gently on the corner of his lips, "Mu Shaoyu Eldest young master, do you still remember that you have already accepted my roses at the birthday party of your youngest brother."

That day was September [-]th, Qiao's eldest son's five-year-old birthday party. Celebrities from Beijing and China gathered together, and the wine and beauties were toasting and toasting.

The little Mu Shaoyu was brought by his father to congratulate Qiao's house, surrounded by unfamiliar people and unfamiliar objects, but the little bun Mu Shaoyu kept his face sullen, as if a mountain collapsed before him and did not move He turned his head to look at his father, saw that he was talking to Mu Zhenyuan, and walked up to the second floor by himself.

Unlike the lively atmosphere on the first floor, the second floor was unusually quiet. Mu Shaoyu walked forward hesitantly, and then at the corner of the second floor, he saw a little boy leaning against the window and poking his head down.

I could vaguely hear the laughter downstairs, and the young master of the Qiao family, who had been raised in the deep boudoir, pouted resentfully and planned to sneak out of the window and run away from home!It's a pity that the wish is great, but the reality is cruel. Young Master Qiao found that the railing on the window could only stretch out his arm just now.

The young master of the Qiao family was very anxious, because he found out that it was easy to stretch out his arm, but difficult to get it back!And at this moment, Young Master Qiao heard a soft and icy voice from behind, "What are you doing?"

Young Master Qiao turned his head, and Mu Shaoyu's face appeared in front of him. This was the first unfamiliar face he saw besides his father's eldest brother and the servants at home. Young Master Qiao stuck his nose angrily. , "I'm stuck by the window, come and help me!"

Mu Shaoyu frowned, the face of the child in front of him was a little pale, his forehead was covered with tiny beads of sweat, his body looked limp as if he was going to faint at any time, but when he spoke out, he was very angry , Mu Shaoyu walked over, and stretched out his hands to break off the two railings that blocked Qiao Shaojin's arms. Although the little child had no strength, the railings moved a little, and Qiao Shaojin took the opportunity to pull out his hands.

"Who are you?" Qiao Shaojin frowned and asked while rubbing his reddened arm. Mu Shaoyu frowned even tighter. He felt that the redness on the child's pale skin was really dazzling.

With some cool hands falling on Qiao Shaojin's hot skin, Qiao Shaojin couldn't help shivering, his slender and long eyelashes drooping, Qiao Shaojin felt that the little boy in front of him who didn't know his name seemed to be very tall. Quite good looking.

He pursed his mouth and thought for a while, then suddenly pulled out his arm and ran aside, his hand was empty, and Mu Shaoyu's heart was also empty for no reason, but after a while, Qiao Shaojin ran back again, holding a brightly colored Roses, water dripping from the branches.

Sending the roses forward to Mu Shaoyu, Qiao Shaojin leaned back against the wall, posed in a pose he learned from some idol drama, raised his fleshy chin, coughed twice and said: "My name is Qiao Shaojin. Since you saved me, I will give you this flower."

Looking at the dripping roses with some disgust, Mu Shaoyu hesitated, but stretched out his hand. When his fingertips touched the flower branches, he heard Qiao Shaojin say: "Since you have accepted my young master's flowers , then the young master will marry you when he grows up, what's your name?" Mu Shaoyu's hand retracted instantly.

Qiao Shaojin frowned, "Why, you don't want my young master to marry you?" Mu Shaoyu said coldly, "I'm a man." Qiao Shaojin pouted, "Can't men marry you?" He pulled her away Mu Shaoyu stuffed the flower in with his hand, "It doesn't matter if you are a man or a woman, I have taken a fancy to you, you are my wife!"

Mu Shaoyu looked up at him, turned around and walked away, "What's your name?" Qiao Shaojin shouted behind him, Mu Shaoyu paused, and said in a low voice, "Mu Shaoyu."

When he reached the stairs, Mu Shaoyu turned his head and secretly looked at the corner. He saw the chubby little meat bun lowering his head and muttering something. Mu Shaoyu looked down at the rose in his hand and grinned. The small white teeth were exposed.

"Mu Shaoyu, Mu Shaoyu..." Young Master Qiao whispered.

That year, Qiao Shaojin was three years old and Mu Shaoyu was five years old, and that was the first time they met.

Qiao Shaojin didn't know that the name he muttered in a low voice had already planted seeds in his young heart before he knew it, and he just waited for the time to mature, take root and sprout, and then blossom and bear fruit.

Mu Shaoyu also didn't know that what the little boy said that seemed to be just a joke actually became a reality in a certain way in the future. At that time, Mu Shaoyu pointed at Qiao Ershao, who was full of viciousness on the bed and was still soundly asleep, gritted his teeth and said, "Throw him into the sea and feed the fish!"

Qiao Shaojin's reminder of this childhood black history that had been gradually forgotten over time resurfaced in Mu Shaoyu's mind little by little. I should remember that you stuffed that flower into my hand."

Qiao Shaojin sighed, "Master Mu, give someone a rose and leave a fragrance in your hand." His slender fingers slowly took out the roses in his pocket. Looking up at Mu Shaoyu, he looked up at Mu Shaoyu, with anticipation hidden in his smile.

The night has darkened.

Mu Shaoyu had already left, Qiao Shaojin looked down at the rose that had been put back into her hand, her smile grew bigger and bigger, and finally she looked a little weird.

"I don't need it." These were Mu Shaoyu's last words before leaving.