Whose child fell here

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Yu Wenrui still didn't let Yu Wenrui go for the fish head with chopped peppers that he ate at noon.

"Thank you," Yu Wenrui took the water glass handed over by Qin Huamao, and threw the pill in his hand into his mouth.

The warm water went all the way down the throat, soothing the throbbing stomach a little.

"I shouldn't have let you eat just now," Qin Huamao sat beside him, with a bit of self-blame in his words.

"It's what I insisted on, and I don't blame you," Yu Wenrui shook his head, leaning his body back a little, and the soft leather sofa instantly wrapped his body.

Holding the water glass that was about to bottom out and rubbing the rim lightly, his gaze circled around this office twice, and then stopped on the opposite desk that looked a bit gimmicky as a whole.

"Why, did you remember something?" Seeing Yu Wenrui staring blankly at the opposite side, Qin Huamao asked.

Yu Wenrui still shook his head.

There are two desks here, one with computers and documents on it, which obviously belongs to Qin Huamao, and in front of this desk, there is a smaller desk with things on it that are also very familiar to him. look familiar.

That's a digital tablet.

There are two large display screens on the table, the covered part reveals a part of the body of the toy doll, and there is also a pot of unknown plants with small, green leaves protruding from a corner.

"Is that my desk?"

Yu Wenrui was a little surprised when he heard Qin Huamao say that he would bring him to the company before coming here.

"Maybe it reminds you of something."

Qin Huamao said so at the time.

But before the other party had time to introduce, he caused a little chaos because of his stomachache.

Now that he is in better condition, he has the energy to look at this office.

What he didn't expect was that he could still occupy a seat in Qin Huamao's office.

After all, in his previous cognition, he has never been such a "sticky" temperament.

In previous relationships, he has always insisted that both of them need a certain amount of solitary space.

It's just that now, it seems to be done in some places, for example, they all have independent office areas at home, but there are some differences.

"You often work here," Qin Huamao also went to pour himself a glass of water. The cup in his hand was the same style as Yu Wenrui's. Yu Wenrui noticed that there was another cup like this in the tea area. As for his master, it is self-evident.

"However, you have been busy with the finishing work of the new series a while ago, and the call with me just ended the day before yesterday. Regarding work, you don't have to be too nervous," Qin Huamao walked to Yu Wenrui's usual desk and held out his hand. Made a small toy and flipped a switch.

"Well," Yu Wenrui replied dryly, watching the pony toy that was toggled "click click" on the table, and walked to the table after a while.

His heart rose along with the pony.

"You don't need to have too much burden." Qin Huamao took Yu Wenrui's slightly frown into his eyes, "Take your time, you will remember."

The pony's front legs stepped out and volleyed over the edge of the table.

Yu Wenrui squeezed out a reply from his nasal cavity, "Yes."

Probably because there was no way to go ahead, the pony retracted its front legs, turned around with two "clicks", and continued to walk forward.

Yu Wenrui's heart fell to the ground, and he raised his eyes to meet Qin Huamao's gentle gaze, tightened the cup in his hand, and nodded.

After hesitating for a while, he also followed Qin Huamao's example just now, went to fetch a full glass of water, came to his desk, and sat down.

"I'll take care of the work briefly, and we'll go back together later." Realizing that Yu Wenrui might be uncomfortable being here, Qin Huamao returned to his seat.

The placement of the two desks is very particular. Yu Wenrui could see the man who just sat down as soon as he raised his eyes. He had a premonition that the gaze might be shot over him. He slightly adjusted the angle of the chair so that the huge The screen of the screen blocks the middle area where the two people might meet their eyes.

Hiding himself behind the display screen, Yu Wenrui sighed a little, put the pony that had stopped on the desktop back to the vacant place, and turned on the computer.

Ten years have passed, and the computer has been updated many times, but Yu Wenrui has no major obstacles in using it, but the familiar painting software has been replaced with a strange icon, and I don't know why it is because the original The software can't be used because the new one is better.

A little greedy for today's digital tablet, Yu Wenrui opened the software anyway, and then started to write.

He first drew some basic lines and outlines casually, and then got familiar with the new software and new pens. After he felt that he was almost done, he began to draw according to the small pot of green plants on the table.

After finishing this painting, he was not satisfied, so he drew one by one according to the small toys in front of him. After all these were finished, he began to change various brushes and paint randomly. The content gradually became clear with his random movements.

This is undoubtedly the outline of an adult male face.

Yu Wenrui tilted his body like a thief, and poked his head out from the monitor.

The man's sitting posture is upright, and he is concentrating on the computer at this time. A pair of silver-rimmed glasses were put on the bridge of his nose at some point, and a little light reflected from the lenses, making his face look a bit stern.

It's completely different from the way you face yourself.

Yu Wenrui licked his lips subconsciously, and drank the water in the cup in one gulp.

Seeing the other party's eyes move away from the computer screen, he turned back sideways again, and the chair made a slight sound under his movements, which made Qin Huamao couldn't help but glance over here.

Although most of it was blocked by the huge monitor, it could be seen that the other party was drawing, so Qin Huamao breathed a sigh of relief and continued to focus on his work.

He came back early yesterday, and Assistant Xu will finish the rest of the work, but he still needs to make some decisions.

Thinking of this, he turned his attention back to the work in front of him.

Seeing that he didn't continue to look at this side, Yu Wenrui leaned back on the chair. This chair was different from the ergonomic chairs he had used before. It seemed that no matter what posture he sat on, it was very comfortable. After changing his sitting position a few times, he finally sat up straight and continued to paint.

Re-outlining the scribbled outline completely, even without having to observe repeatedly, Yu Wenrui's pen still filled in the details one by one smoothly.

The combed bangs reveal the smooth forehead, under the sword eyebrows, a pair of red phoenix eyes are particularly eye-catching, on the high bridge of the nose, the silver-rimmed glasses slightly cover the sharpness of his eyes, and you can vaguely see a few small lines at the end of his eyes , which means he is no longer young.

It's just such small details that don't lose his appearance, but add a bit of charm to it.

Yu Wenrui stopped the pen in his hand, and suddenly realized that in a few days, it would be Qin Huamao's birthday.

On the memo on the desktop of his mobile phone, there is such a note.

If by that time, he still can't recover his memory, or if "he" who should be here can't come back, will Qin Huamao be sad?

Dazed for a moment, the paintbrush in Yu Wenrui's hand still failed to complete the rest of the painting.

After Qin Huamao's work was finished, he was still curious about what Yu Wenrui drew over there, but he didn't want to wait until he walked to the side to find that the other party was focusing on the screen at the moment, and the canvas on the screen was blank.

I don't know what I'm staring at, and...

Or did you remember something?

Qin Huamao didn't call him immediately, but leaned aside and watched quietly.

Yu Wenrui's memory loss really caught him by surprise. You know, the day before he rushed back, they were still discussing on the phone where they would travel together after being busy this time. The work arrangement was made, and one took the time to finish the work.

Just didn't expect this to happen.

Let him meet such a familiar yet unfamiliar lover.

Qin Huamao's thoughts diverged a little with Yu Wenrui's subconscious tapping of the brush. He still remembered such a small action. Before, Yu Wenrui often did this when he was drawing on the drawing paper, but a new one released a few years later This type of digital pen is probably a quality problem. If you tap the pen too much, it will affect the subsequent lines. Therefore, Yu Wenrui changed this little habit that has followed him for many years.

Seeing it again, Qin Huamao was still in a daze.

The digital pen in sight suddenly stopped moving, Qin Huamao also blinked, and came back to his senses in an instant, the eyes of the two met, and then quickly separated, and finally Yu Wenrui asked him first.

"Is the work over yet?"

"Well," Qin Huamao looked at the time, "We can go home now."

Yu Wenrui also quickly turned off the computer, followed him and left the company.

The car came all the way to the parking lot downstairs. Just when Yu Wenrui thought they would go up the stairs directly, Qin Huamao turned another corner and took out an incubator from the courier storage point in his memory.

"Eat lightly tonight. Auntie will be back in two days. You can try her best pork belly chicken."

Yu Wenrui hadn't reacted yet, and Qin Huamao didn't realize anything until he put on his clothes and rolled up his sleeves.

"You know how to cook?" Yu Wenrui was a little surprised.

After all, Qin Huamao didn't look like someone who could cook.

Facing Yu Wenrui's doubts, Qin Huamao just smiled and said nothing. He tied the apron on, and then took out the ingredients in the incubator. Yu Wenrui swept through it hastily, wondering what he was going to cook.

"I remember you didn't know how to cook at the beginning, but my mother taught you a lot, and you can cook well later." Qin Huamao put the chopped ribs into the bowl, turned his head and prepared to go Remove another bag.

"Let me help," Yu Wenrui felt a little sorry for letting Qin Huamao work alone. Although he can't cook, it's no problem for him to prepare dishes.

As for the second half of what the other party said, he has already ignored it.

"Then cut up the yam," Qin Huamao handed over the bag in his hand, turned around and went to the cabinet to get out the clay pot, and filled it with rice.

Yu Wenrui guessed that he probably wanted to cook porridge.

The sound of rushing water washed away all his other thoughts. Yu Wenrui washed the yam in his hand, and took the peeling knife from Qin Huamao to peel off the skin. Then he picked up the knife, carefully I dropped my hand.

The knife was not very handy, and it was not until he finished cutting a short section that he slowly became proficient in his movements. When his yam slices were cut and soaked in a large bowl, the stove not far away was already on fire. Qin Huamao was holding a spoon While stirring gently, flip the ribs in the other pan.

The water in the casserole was already boiling, and the evaporating heat seemed to soften the man's eyebrows and eyes a bit. Yu Wenrui stopped the movement of his hands, and looked at the opposite person without blinking. For a moment, he hoped that time would Just stay in this moment.