After losing his memory, he was chased by his green tea ex-boyfriend

In just a short moment, Qi Fengyu erected a defensive barrier around his body. He withdrew his gaze from Mu Shaoai's body, his back tensed unconsciously, and the lines of his shoulders were straightened, driving his collarbone to bend out of the wall. like curves.

"...Maybe." His Adam's apple rolled slightly, his eyes were lowered, as if he was nailed into the seat by something.

The words stopped here, Qi Fengyu firmly shut his mouth.

Mu Shaoai moved his body uncomfortably, vaguely realizing that he might have said something wrong, but he didn't understand why...

That's just an assumption, isn't it?

He turned his head to look at Qi Fengyu, trying to explain something, but his gaze was easily caught by his trembling Adam's apple.

Looking down, the trembling of the throat and the collarbone are also trembling slightly, and the depression in the center of the collarbone is similar to a scar running through the spine.

It was the first time he saw such obvious mood swings in this person.

……why?

Mu Shaoai's eyes swept across his body weightlessly and then retracted them, and changed the subject without knowing it: "Indeed, in a family like ours, identity represents many things, for these things, mutual hatred and even brotherhood Remnants are indeed very common.”

"But we—I mean my parents, and my brother—we are family members..." Mu Shaoai folded his hands on his knees, lowered his head, thought of something, and his expression was surprisingly gentle, "Blood relationship is Unbreakable link, we love each other after all."

So he is willing to forgive.

Forgive my brother and forgive myself.

"Blood relationship and... family?" Qi Fengyu's tone could not hide his sarcasm, he twitched the corner of his lips noncommittally, but he was stingy and refused to give Mu Shaoai a look, his gaze was firmly nailed to the seat in front of him like a root. on the back of the chair.

"You—" Mu Shaoai hesitated, and unconsciously scratched the corners of the leather seat with his fingers.

There was something sharp in the air screaming, and he couldn't pretend to ignore it.

He thought of Qi Fengyu's father who owed tens of millions and forced him to sell his ass, and his mother he never mentioned...

He wanted to ask, what happened?

But in the end, he didn't ask anything, but stretched out his hand, the palm crossed the space between the two, broke the barrier of nothingness erected by Qi Fengyu, and gently landed on the back of the young man's hand so hard that he could see the blood vessels.

"They like you very much."

Mu Shaoai gently rubbed against the young man's protruding veins, his tone was gentler than the strength of his hands.

Qi Fengyu's fingers suddenly tightened, and then relaxed. He felt the temperature on the back of his hand, turned his head a little stiffly, and asked, "... who?"

Mu Shaoai bent down to look at him, with a friendly smile flowing between his brows and eyes, "My parents!

--what does that mean?

As if inviting him to join the family...

Qi Fengyu pounded his heart hard on his ribs, and his thoughts almost followed the future shown by that person. He felt an unspeakable parched mouth, and the delicate touch on the back of his hand was like vines growing along the blood , almost caught his heart.

His lips parted slightly, and a question was pressed under the tip of his tongue, almost breaking through the prison of reason.

But... Mu Shaoai probably just wanted to comfort him, right?

Because in his eyes, he is just a poor child with a broken family.

But that's all fake.

Sanity is crumbling.

Even though he knew this and tried to control it with all his strength, Qi Fengyu still couldn't hold back the heart that betrayed him and wanted to get closer.

If he knew who he was and what he had done...

Will he still say that?

The voice under the tongue swallowed back into his throat again, Qi Fengyu withdrew his hand suddenly, his back was inserted straight into the seat, his eyes were not squinted, and the loose golden hair covered his side face.

His voice was cold and distant: "That's what I should do, after all...you paid for it, didn't you?"

His subordinates suddenly lost their support, and Mu Shaoai bumped his head against the back of the seat in front of him. Fortunately, the backrest was made of soft leather and didn't hurt, but he was still a little dazed by the bump.

The palm seems to still retain the previous touch. The knuckles on the back of Qi Fengyu's hands are protruding, as sharp as his wrist bones, and the sharp edges and corners are just like his own existence.

It was fine before...

Mu Shaoai gently rubbed his head.

Is it because his action is out of bounds?

Or was it because what he said offended Qi Fengyu?

Mu Shaoai retreated into the seat, facing Qi Fengyu with his back at a 45-degree angle, and didn't want to talk to him for the time being.

The clay figurine still has a temper, so even if he doesn't want to accept his comfort, there's no need to do so, right?

On the way back, Mu Shaoai suddenly received a call from his assistant and had to temporarily divert back to the company to work overtime.

Along the way, Mu Shaoai didn't say a word to Qi Fengyu, but when the driver stopped downstairs in the company, he still took the initiative to order: "Song Ming, take him back to the hotel."

He was about to get out of the car after giving the order, but just as he stepped down with one leg, Qi Fengyu grabbed him.

"...I'm with you." Qi Fengyu said stiffly, but the hand that held him was so hard that it hurt him.

Mu Shaoai frowned subconsciously, first raised the partition in the front and rear of the car, and then lowered his head to break Qi Fengyu's fingers, "Don't mess around, you go back to the hotel."

As if feeling that his tone was too blunt, he paused and added: "I've been busy all day and I'm already very tired. Go back and rest early."

Qi Fengyu's palm is one size bigger than his, and he can hold his wrist tightly, and there is still a finger to spare.

He first pulled it meaningfully, but the hand was completely unmoved, and he didn't even loosen it, so he had to use all his strength...

Still can't even break apart a finger.

Mu Shaoai: "..."

Are all Canaries now this kind of ruthless characters who can pull up weeping willows?

Mu Shaoai pretended that he didn't use any force, and lightly patted the back of Qi Fengyu's hand, "Let go, don't let me hurt you with force."

When he said this, Qi Fengyu immediately gripped harder.

Mu Shaoai couldn't hold it back for a moment, and took a deep breath from the pain, his face turned pale: "Hiss."

Only then did Qi Fengyu realize that something was wrong, and let go of his hand suddenly.

I don't know whether it's Qi Fengyu's too much strength, or Mu Shaoai's too thin skin and tender flesh. A circle of red marks immediately appeared on that thin wrist, surrounding the sharp wrist bones, and it was particularly conspicuous on the pale skin.

"...I'm sorry." Qi Fengyu's fingers were trembling and clenched tightly together, he stretched out his arm halfway, and retracted it again, with an annoyed expression on his face.

Mu Shaoai wouldn't be angry with him because of this kind of thing.

"It's okay." He tugged down the sleeve of his shirt to cover the circle of red marks, "Go back to the hotel, don't mess around, I'm not mad at you."

Qi Fengyu's gaze was still firmly fixed on his hanging wrist, and his slender eyelashes cast shadows on his face, covering the emotions in his eyes, making it difficult to see clearly, but his tilted posture, ready to go, undoubtedly showed that if Mu Shao Ai planned to get out of the car, and he could repeat the scene just now.

He pursed his lower lip and explained: "It's already four o'clock in the afternoon, and your mother will send someone to deliver food in a while. She is afraid that you will continue to perfunctory her, so she asked me to take pictures for her, and then stare at you after eating ... Mr. Mu, I have to go to the company with you."

Mu Shaoai: "..."

Li Qin really knows him very well.

Even though Qi Fengyu got to this point, Mu Shaoai still didn't nod. He knelt on the seat with one knee and stepped on the outside of the car, his whole body froze.

Anyone can read his reluctance.

Qi Fengyu glanced at him, becoming more and more puzzled.

Is there something invisible in his office?How can you resist like this?

"Mr. Mu?" Qi Fengyu urged again.

Mu Shaoai didn't speak, his facial features didn't move an inch, and his whole body showed a sense of majesty and unshakable, but after these days of contact, Qi Fengyu already had a certain understanding of him, knowing that his posture like this was not angry... …

It's anxiety, fear.

The more he resisted, the more persistent Qi Fengyu wanted to force him to give in.

"Is it because... I don't deserve it?" A hurt expression flashed across Qi Fengyu's face, his dark eyes dimmed, and the hand that was reaching out to Mu Shaoai retracted like an electric shock, and hung awkwardly in front of him, " I know, I'm sorry, I overstepped."

As if ashamed of his behavior, he pinched the tiger's mouth with one hand vigorously with the other, and a fingernail mark soon appeared on the cold white tiger's mouth.

Because his head was lowered, Mu Shaoai had a panoramic view of Qi Fengyu's self-mutilation behavior, and the mark was shockingly red.

He leaned down and broke away Qi Fengyu's sadistic hand, "Enough, don't do this, it's not your problem, don't hurt yourself!"

In order to stop Qi Fengyu, he pressed his whole body over. The long leg that was originally straddling the outside was also retracted into the car, and he knelt on the seat. This posture made him half a body taller than Qi Fengyu, looking down from a high position. There was obvious anger in his eyes.

Qi Fengyu raised his head to look at him, the eyes of the two intertwined into a tangled web in the air, forcing Mu Shaoai to be unable to escape.

"If it's not my problem, whose problem is it?"

Mu Shaoai's eyes were caught by his too persistent eyes, and he couldn't move away.

The anxiety and fear in his heart pounded him, but all of them couldn't beat this man's soul-seeking gaze.

His shoulders drooped dejectedly, he looked away slightly, and admitted defeat.

"It's no one's fault, and you're not unworthy...get off the bus, and you come up with me."

Mu Shaoai lowered his head, but Qi Fengyu was not happy about it.

He looked thoughtfully at Mu Shaoai's evasive gaze, accompanied by a stronger desire to spy, and a moment of distress.

Mu Shaoai's state...is really not right.

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