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

Mothers always know more about their children than other people. The eight-layer lunch box prepared by Li Qin contains four meat and four vegetables plus one soup. Among them, six dishes are Mu Shaoai's favorite dishes, while the remaining two Tao is the two dishes that Qi Fengyu showed a subtle bias when eating that day.

Qi Fengyu noticed this, and tightened his hand holding the chopsticks slightly, and suddenly remembered what Mu Shaoai said in the car that day, and that friendly and warm smile.

Like him, Mu Shaoai's mother is a master of demagoguery.

It's been a long time since he experienced such love and care, and Qi Fengyu was reminded of some long-term memories, so during the half hour of eating, he was surprisingly silent, and only looked at Mu Shaoai with complicated eyes from time to time.

Mu Shaoai felt uncomfortable being watched by him, and he couldn't help but slow down his eating speed. He wanted to ask something, but he couldn't ask anything when he opened his mouth a few times...

The emotion in Qi Fengyu's eyes was too thick, as if some fragmented past had been deposited, so he dared not reach out to touch it easily.

He was afraid that he was not qualified to approach, and he was even more afraid that he would break that person after approaching.

He hoped that he was the one who could open Qi Fengyu's defenses, but his rationality reminded him that he was not.

At least not yet.

Some emotions can only be digested by him alone.

The two had a very silent meal, and more than half an hour had passed by the time they finished eating.

Mu Shaoai usually takes a nap at noon, but today it is too late, and Qi Fengyu is still sitting in his office, so it is impossible for him to calm down and sleep.

He walked to the cabinet where the coffee machine was placed, took a cup of coffee for himself, and turned to look at Qi Fengyu: "Do you want something to drink? I have many kinds of tea and coffee, you can choose whatever you want. You can drink something, Sit down for a while and go back."

Qi Fengyu glanced at him and nodded: "Just be like you."

Mu Shaoai took another cup of coffee, thought for a while, and took milk packets and sugar cubes from the side drawer that hadn't been opened much before walking back to Qi Fengyu's side.

He reached out and handed the coffee in his hand to Qi Fengyu, took a sip by himself, didn't sit down in a hurry, his attention was still on Qi Fengyu's face.

——As expected, Qi Fengyu put down the cup after taking a sip, and his facial features almost got knotted.

Mu Shaoai clenched his lips tightly, with a hint of a sneer in his eyes, silently handed the milk bag and sugar cubes in his hand to the victim, and explained: "I like to drink espresso when I drink coffee. Yes, refresh yourself."

Qi Fengyu expressed his gratitude to Bumin.

He added two packs of milk in succession, and hesitantly put in a cube of sugar, only to be able to accept the taste a little bit.

After drinking coffee with normal taste, Qi Fengyu's brows gradually untied.

He glanced at the dreading dark coffee in Mu Shaoai's hand, and couldn't help muttering: "You have to drink coffee in moderation, too much is not good for your health. I noticed that you already have coffee in the morning Once you've had an espresso, you can't always use it as a stimulant."

Mu Shaoai wanted to touch his nose again.

I don't know why, since that day, he doesn't seem to have much majesty left in front of Qi Fengyu, and he doesn't know how many times he has to be chanted every day.

But in fact, he didn't hate this feeling.

The corner of his mouth curled slightly, and Mu Shaoai bit the rim of the coffee cup lightly, and nodded obediently. As for whether he plans to practice it...

That's another story.

The two drank coffee quietly, and Mu Shaoai felt that even if he didn't do anything, just staying together quietly like this made him feel more stable than anything else.

As time passed, and it was almost one o'clock, he began to look at his watch frequently again.

But Qi Fengyu had no intention of leaving.

Qi Fengyu obviously saw the anxiety he hadn't spoken, put down his coffee cup, and asked softly, "Can I stay in your office to read this afternoon?"

He pointed to the bookshelf, and the steel floor-to-ceiling bookshelf was full of books, "There are many more books here than at home, and, at night... Auntie even asked me to watch you eat."

There was a vague struggle in Mu Shao Ai Xing's eyes, which represented a kind of rejection.

So Qi Fengyu looked at Mu Shaoai pitifully, the tails of his slender eyes drooped in frustration, the light in his inorganic eyes dimmed, he bit his lower lip slightly, and begged in a low voice: "...is that okay? I promise not to mess up It won't bother you if you move things here. Just go about your business and leave me alone. "

He looked like a puppy who had been beaten for begging, with his tail drooping in frustration.

Mu Shaoai's Adam's apple twitched.

Qi Fengyu pretended to be pitiful to him, did he think it would be useful?

Mu Shaoai: "..."

He wanted to refuse, but he couldn't say it!

The two stared at each other for a minute, and finally Mu or Mu Shaoai gave in.

He sighed helplessly: "I'm going to have a meeting this afternoon, because I'm afraid you'll be bored by yourself... But, if you want to stay, you can stay. Behind that door over there is a lounge, and there are The bed, and the bathroom, if you have anything to do, you can find Assistant Yu at the door—that is, the person at the elevator door just now. If Assistant Yu is not there, you can call me. "

Is this treating him as a three-year-old who can't take care of himself?

Qi Fengyu slandered, his pitch-black eyes lit up slightly with his superb acting skills, and he nodded pretendingly happy.

Soon, Mu Shaoai left with his notebook in his arms.

After he left, Qi Fengyu picked out a best-selling book and pretended for a while, until he confirmed that he would not turn back suddenly, then he turned his attention to the few professional books hidden in the pile of books.

The more Mu Shaoai shy away from mentioning it, the more he wants to find out what happened—especially the past that still affects Mu Shaoai deeply even now, making him appear as if he is living a good life, but actually It is a paradoxical manifestation of the extreme contempt for one's own life.

Qi Fengyu may not want this person to live happily when he is in pain, but he has never hoped to see Mu Shaoai abuse himself like this.

Qi Fengyu blended into Mu Shaoai's life with such a soft but strong style.

Eating together has become a daily routine. No matter it is windy or rainy, Qi Fengyu rushes to Yuecheng downstairs without hesitation. Facing the increasingly ambiguous eyes of all the employees, he calmly enters the president's office with a food box.

He didn't often stay in Mu Shaoai's office all afternoon like he did on the first day, most of the time he accompanied Mu Shaoai to finish the meal, returned the food box to Mu's driver, and then went home.

However, under Qi Fengyu's tight surveillance, Mu Shaoai's poor eating habits changed greatly. In just half a month, he was raised with a ring of soft flesh around his waist.

When getting dressed in the morning, Mu Shaoai looked at the full-length mirror and touched the rib line of his chest with his fingers, and found that it was not as obvious as before.

It's almost the difference between eight roots and four roots.

Unfortunately, he is not too embarrassed to share this joy with Qi Fengyu.

Thinking regretfully, Mu Shaoai buttoned up the buttons of his shirt to the top one by one, and then tied his tie.

Today Qi Fengyu got up early, and Mu Shaoai spent some time picking out clothes. When he went downstairs, Qi Fengyu had already sat at the dining table and had breakfast.

Hearing Mu Shaoai's footsteps, without raising his head, he pushed an fried egg over and motioned, "I got up early today, and I fried an egg for you."

During this period of time, Qi Fengyu has long noticed his habit of picky eaters. When he has time, he usually goes into the kitchen to fry an egg for Mu Shaoai himself. In his words, "try to be worthy of the money that the benefactor paid for him".

To be honest, if Qi Fengyu didn't mention it from time to time, Mu Shaoai would have almost forgotten about it. After all, he is really a beneficiary, he doesn't need Qi Fengyu to warm the bed, nor does he need Qi Fengyu to work for his life.

But who made him willing.

Qi Fengyu took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun and looked up, only to notice that Mu Shaoai was a little different today - he was wearing a formal suit that perfectly matched his long legs, the collar of his shirt was turned up neatly, covering half of his Adam's apple, and his tie was tied meticulously. Collarpins glinted coldly through the underside of the tie, and the hair was held in place with gel.

Looks perfect for being ripped off...

A trace of amazement flashed in his eyes, Qi Fengyu lowered his head to hide the thoughts in his mind, and his voice became hoarse: "Are you entertaining today?"

Mu Shaoai nodded, and sat down opposite him, "The previous project is almost finished, and I have to have a meal with the leader in charge of the project before the end. You don't have to bring me meals at noon and evening today, at noon I took the staff to a dinner to celebrate, and there will be a dinner in the evening."

"Okay." Qi Fengyu responded without saying anything more, watched him supervisedly after finishing his breakfast, and reduced his morning coffee ration from one full cup to half a cup.

Mu Shaoai's protest was ineffective and brutally suppressed.

There was still a bit of resentment on his face, but for some reason, the coffee he took in was inexplicably sweetened.

The day passed in a hurry.

When night came, Mu Shaoai arrived at the restaurant ahead of time, ordered dishes early and waited for people to arrive.

Although the status of the second young master of the Mu family has brought him a lot of convenience, he doesn't just blindly consume the reputation and reputation of the Mu family, he knows when to let go of his dignity.

However, what he didn't expect was that he was sincere enough, but someone didn't want him to have a good time.

Somehow, Zhang Xingze, who was competing with him for this project at that time, also appeared at the dinner. He also brought an illegitimate son of the Zhou family with him, and insisted on introducing him to Mu Shaoai.

Mu Shao Aipi dealt with it without a smile on his face, pretending not to hear.

Throughout the dinner, the leader in charge of the project kept ignoring his ugly face and tried his best to promote the cooperation between the two companies.

Cooperation shit!So many people in Yuecheng worked overtime to finish the project, and now Zhang Xingze's company is here to pick peaches?

Mu Shaoai's face became more and more ugly, but he still ate the meal patiently, all the suggestions for a certain leader were perfunctory, and he did not give any promise of selling benefits.

Relying on his alcohol-sensitive physique and rumored stomach problems, he pretended not to be able to drink very much, and drank a small cup in two or three hours, but his face was always flushed, making it impossible for others to say anything.

It wasn't until the dinner was over that Mu Shaoai understood why Zhang Xingze insisted on sitting at the dinner table in embarrassment to finish the meal when he knew he had no chance to take advantage of it——

Seeing that the table was about to be removed after drinking and eating, Zhang Yuan suddenly greeted Zhou Jingan and pushed towards him: "Xiao Zhou, didn't you see that Mr. Mu is drunk? Why don't you hurry up and help Mr. Mu."

Mu Shaoai's eyebrows were slightly clustered, but his flushed cheeks and slightly messy hair made him no longer so intimidating.

The young man next to him has a head of soft black hair, delicate and beautiful, like a student who hasn't grown up yet.

For the first time, Mu Shaoai looked at the illegitimate son of the Zhou family.

He had heard rumors that even though Zhou Jingan didn't grow up in Zhou's family, he was very aggressive and made the Zhou family uneasy within half a year after taking him back to Zhou's family.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but this Zhou Jingan and Qi Fengyu look quite alike, especially the temperament, as if deliberately imitating Qi Fengyu when they first met.

However, his imitation was not very successful, and he felt awkward like a toddler in Handan.

fake.

Mu Shaoai curled his lips inwardly.

Without allowing Mu Shao Ai to think too much, Zhou Jingan had already stepped forward to support his arm.

Mu Shaoai immediately got goosebumps all over his body, and tried hard to get rid of it several times, but he couldn't get rid of it.

He was worried that he was pretending to be drunk, and Zhang Xingze and the guests were watching behind him, so he couldn't just turn his face and leave, he could only let this illegitimate child who came out of nowhere support him to go out.

Of course, it would be even better if he could not hang on to himself.

Mu Shaoai made another plan, pretended to be too drunk, and said vaguely: "The driver is waiting at the door, just help me to the door."

With the driver at that time, can this guy forcefully keep up with the car?

After Mu Shaoai thought it over clearly, he stopped making meaningless struggles.

He continued to pretend to be drunk all the way, not wanting to talk to Zhou Jingan, and let him sing a one-man show there.

But in fact, Mu Shaoai's mind was very clear.

He caught a breath of conspiracy from the appearance of the illegitimate son of the Zhou family.

Who would believe that Zhou Jingan didn't come after him?

Mu Shaoai thought about things all the way until the cold wind howled across his cheeks, completely clearing away the influence of alcohol remaining in his brain. Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught the bright light in the lobby falling on something light golden, and fainted for a while. The halo dazzled him.

Mu Shaoai woke up suddenly, and looked at Qi Fengyu who appeared at the hotel entrance for some reason in astonishment.

The man's face was ashen, his cheeks were clenched tightly, and the anger in his eyes was almost like a prairie fire.

The author has something to say:

Love is a light, so green that you panic (.)

The next chapter will enter V, and the [-]D chapter will be updated at zero o'clock~~