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

Bringing people into his work place made Mu Shaoai feel uneasy that the boundaries were blurred.

They walked side by side in the direction of the elevator, and Mu Shaoai pretended to ask: "You have no other arrangements this afternoon, right? Will it be too much trouble for you?"

As soon as these words came out, Mu Shaoai knew something was wrong.

Under the anxiety, his emotions were clearly out of control.

Qi Fengyu turned his head, looked at him with a strange look, and called him with a drawn out tone: "Mr. Mu, my only job now is to accompany you, what other arrangements can I have?"

Mu Shaoai pursed his lips uncomfortably, and hurriedly led the people to the elevator that went directly to the top floor, pretending not to notice the searching gaze that fell on him.

It's really difficult to deal with, it's not like those chatting tool people before, just pick up what he likes to hear.

Mu Shaoai clenched his fist slightly and slandered.

However, Qi Fengyu was quite sensible, seeing that he obviously didn't want to talk more, so he didn't continue to ask.

Mu Shaoai led him into the CEO's office on the top floor by taking the direct elevator.

After entering the office, he took off his coat and casually threw it on the sofa, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and folded it in three folds, exposing a section of his forearm, then sat down around the desk, pointed to the sofa in the office, and gestured: "Whatever sit."

The familiar layout of the room made Mu Shaoai gradually reveal a kind of leisurely elegance in the home court, and he was no longer tense and restless as before.

Qi Fengyu's gaze lingered lingeringly on that white and thin forearm, on which there was still the red fingerprint he had left just now, like a mark.

Or the shackles.

Qi Fengyu's eyes deepened a bit, watching his strong hand pick up the pen, looking for a topic absent-mindedly: "I won't cause you any trouble by staying here, right?"

Mu Shaoai: "..."

Of the two of them, one of them must have a language problem.

"...No." His signing hand paused slightly, looked up at Qi Fengyu, thought for a while, and said: "If you feel too cramped in my office, you can go out and take a walk."

"No need." Qi Fengyu pulled his eyes away from that wrist with difficulty, and walked around the room, thinking about Mu Shaoai's abnormality, "There are other people working overtime outside, so forget it, I can walk around in your office for a while." turn?"

"Yes." Mu Shaoai lowered his wrist, holding the pen with his slender fingers to write thin characters on the document.

I don't know if it's because the most difficult thing is always to take the first step. When Qi Fengyu really broke into his territory with a strong posture, the anxiety gradually faded away.

He seems to have relaxed.

Qi Fengyu glanced halfway, and was attracted by that forearm again.

He stared intently at Mu Shaoai's hand, at his bluish-white phalanges that were strained because of a turning of a stroke, at the slightly protruding light blue blood vessels on the back of his hand.

They were a pair of extremely beautiful hands, with obvious joints but not protruding, fingers slender but not too thin like his wrists, Qi Fengyu couldn't look away.

He knows better than anyone else how good it feels to hold those hands - when he was in the car just now, it was still covering the back of his hand with incomparably soft strength.

...I just don't know, have these hands ever fallen on others like this?

"...Mr. Mu treats every lover so well?"

Qi Fengyu stared at the slender phalanx, and the sourness in his heart suddenly slipped out of his lips in vain to stop him rationally.

Mu Shaoai looked up at him, pointed to the sofa and motioned him to sit down, "What are you referring to...?"

Qi Fengyu sat down, but his dark eyes locked on him firmly, and he didn't leave for a moment, "Would you be so considerate to other lovers... Will you also bring them into your office?"

...and then in the office, doing something outside of the office?

Qi Fengyu's pupils are small, and his irises are extremely dark and nearly black. At this time, the pupils are shrinking due to emotions, and the two eyeballs are dark, as if they are connected to the abyss of horror.

Mu Shaoai frowned slightly, and wanted to cut off the topic with the aura of a benefactor, but his mouth seemed to have a will of his own, subconsciously Zhang He said: "Be considerate...? Can't you talk about it?"

Shut up and show the attitude towards Jiang Cisheng.

Mu Shaoai's face still had the calm demeanor of a president, but the tips of his ears were slightly hot under the short hair.

He raised his eyes and glanced at Qi Fengyu, then lowered his head and pretended to deal with the documents, as if he said casually: "I never bring outsiders to the company."

Having said that, it is enough.

Those who are not familiar with Mu Shaoai can't imagine how deep his desire for control is hidden under his cool and delicate appearance.

He hates all things that are out of control, strictly controls his time, and also applies this strictness to dealing with people and things - the office is a place for work, even if it is his parents or brother, it is not because of work. I want to set foot in Yuecheng's office.

But today, he broke this principle for Qi Fengyu.

He didn't want anyone to understand his true heart, but Qi Fengyu relied on his frighteningly keen intuition, and a powerful force that he couldn't refuse, and went deeper step by step.

Mu Shaoai's fingers trembled slightly as he flipped through the documents, unconsciously biting his lower lip.

Looking at his anxious little movements, Qi Fengyu vaguely sensed something, relaxed his tense face, and let him go.

Don't be too hasty.

Mu Shaoai flipped through the document, his attention was quickly diverted from Qi Fengyu, he noticed a small legal loophole in the document, which made him frown, thinking about why this kind of thing appeared on his desk.

The documents on the table took up his energy and quickly immersed him in his work.

Excessive concentration prevented Mu Shaoai from giving Qi Fengyu much attention, so he didn't notice that the man had walked around his entire office silently, and finally stopped in front of the bookshelf in his office.

Qi Fengyu selectively pulled out the books on the bookshelf and flipped through them.

The collection of books on the bookshelf is extremely rich, and professional books on business are intertwined with various miscellaneous best-selling books. What caught Qi Fengyu's attention was that there were several thick original books in hard covers mixed with other books in the stack. Books have a feeling of being out of place.

He took out a book and flipped through it.

The dark red hard cover is about the treatment of mental trauma.

To his surprise but not too much, the book was full of traces of frequent flipping—residual coffee stains, curled pages, yellowed page corners, not to mention the occasional messy handwriting inside.

It was Mu Shaoai's handwriting.

The pen is sharp, yet surprisingly soft at the turns.

He looked up, looking thoughtfully at the man who was so absorbed in his work that he couldn't detect his wanton gaze.

Many clues seem to be connected, but they are very fragmented, because he lacks the key factor that connects all the fragments, so that he can't clear the fog and see the truth for a while.

Mu Shaoai, who had disappeared for seven years, seemed to be doing well.

As the second young master of the Mu family, Mu Jingzhou, who has taken over the Mu family company for three years, has no defense against him, and just returned from studying abroad, he assigned Yuecheng, one of the pillar industries of the Mu family, to him to manage and train his hands. All kinds of little lovers around me come and go.

It just so happens that he himself is an extremely self-disciplined person. Since taking over Yuecheng for half a year, he has subdued several professional managers under him. Yuecheng's semi-annual report performance is also better than last year. , He is a well-deserved proud son of heaven.

But once you go deep into his life, you will find that it is just an illusion.

He is not doing well.

Qi Fengyu originally thought that he would be happy about this, after all, he is not the only one who suffers like this...

—but no.

He wasn't happy at all.

He didn't know who it was that caused the young master of the Mu family, who was loved by thousands of people, to live like this...

Just thinking of the existence of such a person made Qi Fengyu's blood boil with jealousy.

He wished he could immediately push the man who was addicted to work to the desk, bite the fragile Adam's apple, leave traces of sworn ownership on the white skin, break him, destroy him, let those gentle almond eyes From now on, I can only look at myself...

Too bad he couldn't do that.

Qi Fengyu's overly hot gaze finally aroused someone's vigilance, he rubbed his wrists to relax, raised his head and casually scanned around the office, looking for Qi Fengyu's figure, but noticed the dark red original document in his hand at a glance.

Mu Shaoai froze all over.

His pupils dilated slightly, and he couldn't believe that Qi Fengyu opened a book that he least expected him to read so precisely.