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

Mu Shaoai stared dumbfounded at the people waiting at the door.

The man leaned sideways on the porch pillar, his gaze casually swept across the crowds coming in and out, if he probed quietly, he could see a kind of unobvious expectation in his eyes.

However, no matter what Ren Qi Fengyu thought, he couldn't imagine that such a scene would greet him.

The target he was waiting for finally came out, but there was another person stuck to his body like one-piece glue.

Still a person who looks somewhat similar to him.

This is a hit.

In an instant, Qi Fengyu's face darkened, his loose back arched like a beast ready to go, his dark eyes were like an abyss, blocking all his emotions, he looked at Mu Shaoai coldly, and there was a sharp edge around him. A sharp aura.

Mu Shaoai, who was stared at by him, expressed that he wanted to take back what he said half a month ago.

This time it was really a shock, not a surprise.

An electric current of fear sprang up from the end of the tailbone, flowing through the whole body in the blink of an eye, and the hairs all over the body stood on end.

Under the effect of that inexplicable panic, the alcohol further evaporated in the blood, and Mu Shaoai couldn't gather the strength in his hands, so he pushed and pushed Zhou Jing'an who insisted on supporting him twice, but failed to push away, and fell into the eyes of others instead. More like tangling.

—— "You actually flirted with him in front of me?!"

Mu Shaoai abruptly read the voice from Qi Fengyu's angry eyes, which scared him to death.

The look in Qi Fengyu's eyes made him feel like he was going to rush up and tear off the arm that was next to him and Zhou Jingan, and pack and throw Zhou Jingan into the trash can together with Zhou Jingan tied to it.

Mu Shaoai's breath was choked in his throat, the flush on his face faded, and he was as pale as a piece of paper.

How did it become like this...?

No one heard Mu Shaoai's innermost feelings, and Qi Fengyu had already walked towards him with a gloomy face.

The corner of the windbreaker curled up in a menacing arc in the air, but the owner of the windbreaker was far less powerful than his aura as he walked, and his expression gradually changed from gloomy to aggrieved.

The thinned lips were pursed into an embarrassing curve, which looked a bit pathetic and stern.

Qi Fengyu glanced at Mu Shaoai faintly with his glazed eyes as if injured, and his slender hand fell lightly on Zhou Jingan's arm holding Mu Shaoai, "This gentleman—"

His voice was crisp and thin, on the tip of his tongue, with a hidden coldness: "——Who are you? I haven't heard Shao Ai mention you."

Mu Shaoai's words of explanation rolled around on the tip of his tongue, before he swallowed them back quietly.

Qi Fengyu has never called him so affectionately outside of acting, he looks really angry...

Mu Shaoai's heart was beating violently, and the alcohol climbed up into the brain along the blood, his eyes slightly narrowed on his smoky cheeks, and he looked almost intoxicatedly at the man's exquisite and indifferent face stained with other things because of him. mood.

I don't know if it was an illusion under the influence of alcohol, Mu Shaoai saw that those glass-like eyes seemed to be soaked with water, and gave him a soft look like weeping.

It seems that even complaints and accusations have no foothold, and they dare not speak out, making people wish to take out their heart and hold it in front of him, as long as he is no longer sad.

Mu Shaoai was so taken aback by that look that he completely forgot about Zhou Jingan who was wrestling with Qi Fengyu around his arm.

The moment Zhou Jingan saw Qi Fengyu's face clearly, a trace of surprise flashed across his face. Before he had time to say anything, the hand that was pinching his arm exerted force, forcefully pulling him around Mu Shaoai's. The hand is picked off.

Just pick hard.

When someone else's hands are made of flour mud?Can you be so tough?

Hastily hurt this person to death, why is this person so strong in his hands!

Zhou Jingan grinned his teeth in pain, and swear words poured out of his mouth.

Just as the fancy national curses were about to burst out, the man who was looking at the second young master of the Mu family accusingly just a second ago turned his head, and the resentment in his slender eyebrows and eyes faded away, revealing a feeling that overflowed from the bottom of his heart. fierce.

He looked up and down Zhou Jing'an with a look of contempt mixed with disdain, his lips parted slightly, and he said something silently.

——"Zhou Jing'an,...sick...?"

Zhou Jingan couldn't read lips, but he knew that the man pronounced the first three characters of his name accurately, which made him vaguely uneasy, and couldn't help frowning slightly, smacking the man's mouth just now, Play out what he said.

It seems, it seems to be talking about illness... "Is the illness cured?"

The mouth shape in front looks like "Zhou"... "Zhou's family"?

——"Zhou Jing'an, the old man of the Zhou family is sick, is he cured?"

In just a split second, cold sweat soaked Zhou Jingan's back.

Not because the man recognizes who he is at a glance, but because of the information he implies.

How did he know that the Zhou family's old man, who had been in power for decades, was dying?The people in the Zhou family kept this matter under wraps. Even he just got the news two days ago. How did the lover-like man next to Mu Er Shao know?Why would he say such things to himself?Is it implying something...?

Qi Fengyu was satisfied with the fear in Zhou Jingan's eyes, lowered his eyes calmly, and put on his hypocritical mask again.

He noticed that Mu Shaoai slowly came back to his senses, so he deliberately put his arms around the shoulders of the young man who was still a little confused, and used a gentle but firm force to break his head, making him half lean against himself.

Then Qi Fengyu softened his voice, pretending to be considerate and murmured softly: "How much did you drink? Do you still remember that you have a bad stomach and can't drink like this? You don't know how to take care of your body. Fortunately, I came to pick you up... ..."

His voice was extremely soft, and he didn't bother Zhou Jingan about anything, just like a quiet lover who didn't dare to intervene in the private life of the benefactor.

But Mu Shaoai's intuition was keenly aware of a sense of crisis, as if a steel needle was hanging three inches above his temple, about to fall but not fall.

His super strong desire to survive made him not resist at all, he was so obedient that he continued to pretend to be drunk.

He leaned limply on Qi Fengyu's shoulder, and argued indistinctly: "Mr. Zhang from Linghe insisted that I was drunk and insisted on sending someone to take me to the car. I just drank a glass of white, How could he be drunk? He is looking down on me... so who would get drunk with a little wine?"

"I'm not, I'm not drunk, I'm not drunk!" He muttered.

As he spoke, he swayed dizzily, took the opportunity to rub against Qi Fengyu's neck, and played a drunkard who was unconscious but still trying to be brave.

After taking advantage, the remaining shame finally came long overdue.

Mu Shaoai stood up with the strength of the man supporting him, deliberately raised his chin, and continued to act as an arrogant drunk: "Okay, you have seen it too, my family has come to pick me up, now you can go back and have business with Mr. Zhang. "

- "Family".

Qi Fengyu's dark eyes flickered, like a cat whose hair has been stroked, he could not restrain himself from narrowing his eyes slightly, and the suppressed gloomy and terrifying aura quietly faded away.

The gentle mask that hung on his face was finally somewhat real.

Mu Shaoai just wanted to send Zhou Jingan away quickly, and waved his hands impatiently, "Let's go quickly."

When he turned his head to face Qi Fengyu, he unconsciously raised the corners of his lips, and pushed him urgently: "The driver is still waiting outside, we are going back too."

"En." Qi Fengyu nodded meekly.

Before leaving, he glanced at Zhou Jingan meaningfully, made him tremble, and then followed Mu Shaoai's strength to gently support him to leave.

Under the light, the shadows under the two people's feet gradually merged into one.

"call--"

It wasn't until the figures of the two of them disappeared completely in the night that Zhou Jingan let out a long breath, let go of his hanging heart, and no longer carried the deliberately imitated temperament.

Thinking of the inexplicable things that happened tonight, he couldn't help but grind his back molars twice, and said through gritted teeth, "Zhang Xingze, you fucking tricked me."

Zhou Jingan stroked his hair, and walked back murderously, going to settle accounts with Zhang Xingze.

On the other side, Qi Fengyu helped Mu Shaoai walk to the place where the driver parked the car.

Qi Fengyu had just been stroked by Mu Shaoai several times, and it was the most happiest time.

And relying on the ability of pretending to be drunk that practice makes perfect, Mu Shaoai, who leaned on him and pretended to be unconscious, insisted on supporting this fake skin, so that the sharp-eyed hunter did not see the flaw.

Qi Fengyu, who didn't know the truth at all, couldn't help but become active in his mind. Without the usual restraint, his arm slipped vaguely from the young man's shoulder blade to his slender waist, and he squeezed it as if measuring it.

It's a bit meaty.

well.

The fattening program went well.

Qi Fengyu became more and more satisfied, and the young man's lack of resistance aggravated his cognition of the other party's drunkenness. He put his palms on the young man's waist without any restraint, hugged him tightly, and used his own strength to lead him forward. Walk.

As for Mu Shaoai, as early as the moment his palm slid down to his waist, he trembled all over and completely vented his strength. When he pinched him, his fake drunkenness became real drunken, and he became dizzy all by himself. Qi Fengyu took it away.

If there is no one to support him, he is afraid that his legs will be so weak that he will slide to the ground.

Qi Fengyu's body temperature was on the high side, and his hot palms pressed against the soft flesh of his waist, arrogantly declaring his presence.

Under the influence of alcohol, Mu Shaoai's mind was already a little wandering, and now some indescribable images began to appear in his mind, thinking that if the hand was lowered a little bit——

Stop!

Mu Shaoai had no choice but to bite the tip of his tongue to pull back his thoughts of driving on a high speed and speeding, not daring to continue thinking about it.

His face was burning bright red, and even his walking posture was a little awkward.

to suffer.

Just hugging his waist, he started to think about their old age.

Although he repeatedly spurned his brain circuit that went straight down three ways, Mu Shaoai still focused most of his weight on Qi Fengyu, and had no urge to clarify that he was not drunk at all.

He rested his head on Qi Fengyu's shoulder, leaning sideways and looking up at the man's raised eyebrows.

Under the reflection of the neon lights at night, those inorganic eyes had a kind of radiant brilliance, and the jawline that was always tense also relaxed, revealing some inner emotions, so that he no longer seemed so unapproachable, exuding From time to time, a strand of broken blond hair brushed over Mu Shaoai's cheek affectionately and playfully, bringing a little itchiness and at the same time gently sweeping away the chill brought by the evening wind.

It's soft and doesn't seem to grow out of this angular person.

The corners of Mu Shaoai's lips curled up unconsciously, and the bones and flesh all over his body almost melted in the evening wind.

He realized belatedly that he probably... really liked Qi Fengyu very much.

Mu Shaoai's face became hot with embarrassment from those quietly growing emotions, and he simply buried his cheeks in Qi Fengyu's shoulder socket with the help of alcohol.

The man was in good shape, with straight shoulders, and the warmth of his skin was so intoxicating that he didn't want to leave at all.

"I'm drunk." His voice was muffled in the closed space, and then pierced through the bones.

Qi Fengyu's body shook slightly, and the arms around the young man tightened even more.

"I know." His voice was softer than the evening wind, his steps slowed down, and he walked forward as if moving.

"That guy Zhang Xingze...is too annoying," Mu Shaoai rubbed the tip of his nose against the skin in front of his eyes, and complained in a low voice, "When Yuecheng got this project, he wanted to snatch it from me, but in the end he was too powerful Not enough, he didn't even pass the bidding threshold. After Yuecheng finished the project, he asked the relationship to find the leader in charge of the project. He insisted on cooperating, or just wanted to get a share of my hand?"

Qi Fengyu embraced him with both hands, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and his voice was as soft as coaxing: "...Did he drink you?"

"That's not true..." Mu Shaoai shook his head, "I'm so smart, how could he drink me successfully? Just sitting there is annoying enough, not to mention bringing the illegitimate son of the Zhou family, no Know what you're up to."

Qi Fengyu could almost outline the appearance of the man in his arms wrinkling his nose and complaining.

Such an almost childish Mu Shaoai is extremely rare, he couldn't hold back a few chuckles from his chest, rubbed the hair of the person in his arms, and asked amusedly: "How much did you drink?"

"..." As if feeling a little ashamed about this topic, Mu Shaoai was silent for a long time before replying in a very low voice: "A small cup."

"Two taels?" Qi Fengyu confirmed with a smile.

After a while, the fluffy head huddled in the hollow of his neck pressed down hard.

Can be seen as a nod.

"You drink so much..." Qi Fengyu shook his head helplessly.

But what he doesn't know is that Mu Shaoai's drinking capacity is not to say that he can drink a thousand glasses without getting drunk, and it's not a problem to kill one bottle by himself - anyone who has drunk red wine as a sleeping pill for two years will have a good drinking capacity.

This topic made Mu Shaoai extremely guilty, but he didn't want to let go of this opportunity to take advantage, so he pushed harder into Qi Fengyu's arms, and his scalding breath blew the strands of hair around his ears.

Qi Fengyu had no choice but to pinch his neck to make him raise his head, rubbing his fingers soothingly at the back of his neck's spine, and said helplessly, "Stop trying, do you want to smother yourself to death?"

Mu Shao and Ai Xin said that I would also be willing to suffocate to death in your arms.

But he has a heart but no courage, if it wasn't for pretending to be drunk, he wouldn't have dared to throw himself into Qi Fengyu's arms.

If today's accident hadn't happened, he wouldn't even have seen such a patient and gentle side of Qi Fengyu.

Could this be a drunk special?When you wake up tomorrow, you will return to the indifferent money relationship?

Mu Shaoai began to worry about what to do again, and realizing this possibility, he tried his best to take advantage of Qi Fengyu.

And the person who was "taken advantage of" liked the drunken sticky cake in his arms very much, and wished that the journey would be longer.

The two of them dawdled for almost a quarter of an hour before reaching the distance of tens of meters to the parking lot.

Just as Mu Shaoai and Qi Fengyu were rushing towards the parking lot at a slow speed, Zhou Jingan had already returned to the private room aggressively.

As expected, everyone else had already left, only Zhang Xingze stayed inside waiting for his news.

Seeing Zhou Jingan coming back alone, Zhang Xingze spit out impatiently with a cigarette in his mouth, and said, "Why did you come back alone? The second young master of the Mu family is already so drunk, why don't you hurry up and get out of here with him?" Come on the bed and have a shot? You said it so nicely before, don’t even a drunk guy can’t handle it?”

Zhou Jingan was so angry that he almost wanted to splash his wine glass on his face.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the anger bursting from the bottom of his heart, and angrily threw himself into the chair opposite Zhang Xingze.

"Didn't you tell me that Mu Ershao is still a baby? Didn't you say that the little lovers around him are all for face, and he won't let them invade his private domain? Then when I send him out, pick him up." Who is that family member?" Zhou Jingan knocked the soles of his leather shoes on the ground irritably, recalling the panic just now, subconsciously shrunk his neck, and cursed: "F*ck! He looks more like the one in that photo than me. people!"

Zhang Xingze frowned, and subconsciously denied: "More like you? How is it possible? Do you know who he is?"

"How would I know!" Zhou Jingan said angrily, "Are you sure the person in the photo is really dead?"

"Of course, that is an unknown poor boy who died a long time ago. If it wasn't for Mu Ershao's obsession with that child, how could Mu Jingzhou make that person a taboo and not allow anyone to mention it?"

Zhang Xingze rubbed his chin, squinted his eyes and thought, "However, it is well known that Second Young Master Mu chased that child back then. Although the Mu family later held the picture of the child and did not want the news to leak out, they met him back then. There should be a few of the kid's people... Is there anyone else who has the same idea as us, to act first?"

Zhang Xingze's mind was twisted when he discovered that Zhou Jingan and the legendary sweetheart of the second young master of the Mu family who died young looked somewhat similar.

Isn't it widely rumored that it's a love affair?Every lover he finds is like a substitute for his Bai Yueguang.

He sent Zhou Jingan there, maybe when the wind blows by his pillow, he would be willing to take the initiative to give up the benefits he held.

And Zhou Jingan hit it off with him immediately.

The Mu family was already stronger than the Zhou family, and it became even more powerful after Mu Jingzhou took over. If he could hook up with the second young master of the Mu family, wouldn't it be easy to compete for the position of head of the Zhou family?

However, the plan was good, but the reality slapped him hard.

That man's faint threat just now made Zhou Jing'an's heart sink. His arm is still aching, and he may be bruised from being pinched.

That kind of possessiveness that he dared to show only when he turned his back on the second young master of the Mu family...

Absolutely not normal.

Zhou Jingan observed Zhang Xingze's expression and found that he knew nothing about that man, he hesitated for a while, and finally did not mention the abnormality on the man.

——It is definitely not an ordinary person who can easily know the secret that the Zhou family keeps so tightly guarded.

He remembered how similar he was to that person's outline, and rubbed his fingers thoughtfully.

Maybe... he could try to find clues from his mother.

Although Mu Shaoai has a gentle personality, he is generally unwilling to use his Mu family's background to show off his might, but that doesn't mean that he will still bear it like a puff when others use power to overwhelm him.

The day after the dinner, Mu Shaoai called Mu Jingzhou and sued Zhang Xingze.

Mu Jingzhou treats his younger brother like an eyeball, usually because his younger brother doesn't want him to intervene in Yuecheng's operation, so he doesn't use Mu's power to help him, but now there is a blind idiot bullying him because of it. When it comes to Mu Shaoai... Do you really think that their brothers are indifferent and think that he won't intervene?

Mu Jingzhou, who turned into an old hen protecting the calf, caused Zhang Xingze to suffer several times in just one week, and gave Mu Shaoai a sigh of relief.

Mu Shaoai didn't know exactly what his brother was doing, but Linghe's stock price did drop by more than one-third in just a few days. The downward adjustment of capital market expectations led to a major investor's intention to withdraw capital. Linghe And because of this, several projects were yellowed one after another.

Now, Zhang Xingze has no intention of dealing with Mu Shaoai at all.

Mu Shaoai was quite satisfied with the result.

If Zhou Jingan's appearance had not proved that Zhang Xingze had some malicious thoughts towards him, and it was just a dispute in the business, he would not have used the power of the Mu family at all.

This incident also sounded the alarm for him—although he had no intention of doing anything as the second young master of the Mu family, he was a member of the Mu family after all, so there must be a lot of people staring at him. Within half a month, Qi Fengyu's existence was dug out by them, and they even tried to test him with counterfeit and shoddy products.

Zhang Xingze chose to target Qi Fengyu, which was actually the reason why Mu Shaoai made up his mind to teach him a lesson.

But it also reminded him that he can't continue to mess with Qi Fengyu in such a vague way, if he can't give him a formal identity, there will be no less temptations like this in the future.

Regardless of whether such a thing would really hurt Qi Fengyu, Mu Shaoai wanted to eliminate this possibility from the source.

... What's more, judging from Qi Fengyu's performance that night when he pretended to be drunk, maybe he wasn't completely hopeless?

Before falling asleep that night, Mu Shaoai had good thoughts in his mind, but when he woke up the next day, Qi Fengyu showed the same indifference as usual, which shocked him back into his shell again.

When eating together in the morning, Qi Fengyu didn't mention what happened last night, as if he had never taken care of Mu Shaoai so intimately and tenderly.

Mu Shaoai couldn't choke after eating a meal, and looked at Qi Fengyu countless times, but he avoided his sight every time.

What frustrates him the most is that during the whole breakfast time, those beautiful inorganic eyes didn't even glance at him.

In the end, Mu Shaoai had to admit with disappointment that perhaps yesterday's emotional outbursts that broke through Qi Fengyu's indifferent shell were just another performance.

He is quite dedicated, he plays the role of a couple and knows how to arrange after-sales services...

Is it because he is afraid that outsiders will see him fooling around with others and sue his parents?

Mu Shaoai tortured the salad in the bowl with a fork, thinking sourly.

But Mu Shaoai knew in his heart that what happened last night was originally his fault.

He deliberately pretended to be drunk in order to take advantage of others, so why did he forcefully break the barrier that Qi Fengyu erected just because of the little tenderness he got?

He doesn't have that qualification.

Since Qi Fengyu decided to pretend that nothing happened last night, then Mu Shaoai will also respect his choice.

He won't bring it up.

Finally, Mu Shaoai happily gave the final punishment to the raped salad in the bowl.

He didn't notice that every time he looked back in disappointment, Qi Fengyu would raise his head and look at him quietly, and the second before he subconsciously looked for the sight that fell on him, Qi Fengyu retracted his gaze preemptively.

Qi Fengyu couldn't control the sight he was attracted to like the two poles of a magnet.

He looked at Mu Shaoai.

Looking at his eyebrows flying in anticipation, the corners of his lips drooping in disappointment, and his eyelashes quivering in grievance...

All the emotions flowing on Mu Shaoai's face finally turned into turbulent waves, washing over the cold and hard rock in Qi Fengyu's heart, making the boulder, which seemed to have never changed since ancient times, tremble slightly.

When it comes...

All the struggles are so powerless.

After that night, the project that Mu Shaoai had been busy with was completely over.

He has no intention of taking on new projects for the time being, and everyone in Yuecheng is happy to relax.

The generous President Mu even gave everyone a holiday, just so that he can stay at home for a while and enjoy the quiet time in the same room with Qi Fengyu.

However, Mu Shaoai is really insensitive sometimes, and after a full week, he slowly realized that some kind of change had taken place in Qi Fengyu.

This change happened quietly.

Although Qi Fengyu lived in this apartment before, he hardly left traces of his life.

Compared with staying in the empty and lonely living room, he prefers to retreat into his small room, not knowing what he is busy with, and all the household items he uses in this house are added by Mu Shaoai, and none of them are Has his own characteristics.

Mu Shaoai respected his privacy. In addition, the previous month was really busy with work, and he worked overtime until late at night. After returning home, he just wanted to rest. He basically didn't harass Qi Fengyu much, and he didn't pay special attention to Qi Fengyu when he was alone at home. do something.

This day, Mu Shaoai returned home early to rest after dinner, and when he realized it, it was already an hour after the two of them sat on the opposite ends of the same sofa and read a book each.

He didn't even know when he was used to this picture, and he didn't notice any sense of disobedience.

...When did it start?

This picture full of family atmosphere undoubtedly made Mu Shaoai's mind a little numb. He tried hard to recall, searched for the root cause in his memory, and finally found that this change started the day after he pretended to be drunk.

From that day on, before going to bed every day, Qi Fengyu would tacitly sit with him on both ends of the sofa, enjoying the silent reading time.

If there may be some implication in this behavior that makes Mu Shaoai's heart beat faster, it must be because Qi Fengyu's sitting position has changed—from the single European sofa to the double seated on the bar that Mu Shaoai is used to sitting on. On the other side of the sofa, there was only a distance of twenty or thirty centimeters between the two.

Indeed something has changed.

Mu Shaoai put down the book in his hand, and looked thoughtfully at Qi Fengyu at the other end of the sofa.

At this time, Qi Fengyu was wearing a dark blue silk shirt, with slender legs crossed together, one hand resting on the armrest of the sofa to support his chin, the heavy tome of original documents was spread out on his legs, his cold white fingers The tip pinched the pages of the book, turning a page from time to time.

The sound of "crashing, clattering" pages brought a vague smell of old paper, which made Mu Shaoai subconsciously smell it.

Then it turns out it was just an illusion.

But the person sitting there is not an illusion.

Qi Fengyu just sat there, as if he had become a part of this apartment.

Like he should be here.

Like he should have been here earlier.

Because of the posture, the loose dark blue fabric is stacked on the elbows, and the dark brown leather sofa makes Qi Fengyu's forearm extremely white. The muscles on the arm are smooth and graceful, but not too thick.

From Mu Shaoai's point of view, he could even clearly see the slight bulge of the tendons on the inside of his wrist when he was exerting force, as if tempting people to come forward and touch it, to confirm whether the skin's feel was as expected.

Mu Shaoai's Adam's apple rolled up and down unconsciously, and the bestseller in his hand hadn't turned a page for a long time.

After about 5 minutes without hearing the sound of turning pages, Qi Fengyu raised his head to look at the person beside him, and asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

"You—" Mu Shaoai was scalded by his clear eyes, moved his body slightly, and changed the sitting position of his legs.

He lowered his head and said hesitantly: "——you don't seem to hate me as much as before, and you are not so guarded against me."

Qi Fengyu's fingers that turned the page paused slightly, and his tone was a little speechless: "I thought anyone who is not blind can see this."

"..." Mu Shaoai choked on him.

"—Besides, I have never hated you before, I just don't know how to face you, especially when you helped me but didn't make any demands." Qi Fengyu closed the tome in his hand, his shoulders slightly Stretch against the sofa cushions.

"Well...but you acted with me in front of my parents and performed very well, and they didn't find out the truth. You have done what I want you to do, and you don't owe me anything." Mu Shaoai was unwilling He thought about their relationship like this, and tried clumsily to smooth the dam made of money.

To be honest, the little money for helping Qi Fengyu's father pay off the debt is really a small amount of money that is not worth mentioning to him.

But obviously, Qi Fengyu didn't think so.

Qi Fengyu gave him a weird look, and emphasized as a reminder: "That's 5000 million yuan... and I'm an unknown [-]th-line star, and the appearance fee is not that high. Besides, your parents don't pay that much these days. You didn't call us over again, and you didn't come over for a surprise inspection, and you almost never asked me to help you with anything, not even warming the bed...Mr. Mu, are you doing charity? And I'm the one who was chosen child?"

Obviously mentioned the sensitive tens of millions between the two, but this time Qi Fengyu's tone was no longer tense, and even made fun of it easily.

His relaxation also infected Mu Shaoai.

"No, of course not. Charity does not ask for anything in return, but you have helped me a lot. Didn't you agree to my mother's request? You have indeed practiced very well, and supervised me to eat well every day... You see, I've been fattened up by you during this time." Mu Shaoai pinched the cuffs that were cuffed, there was still some emptiness there, but the situation was much better than before.

At least that thin wrist no longer makes people feel sick and broken.

"This is indeed the truth." Qi Fengyu nodded, his eyes passed through the air between the two of them, and landed on the part he had pinched, his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the fabric, bringing a fiery temperature.

He pondered and tapped his chin lightly with his fingertips, looking like he wanted to measure it again.

The skin around Mu Shaoai's waist began to burn hot again, even his cheeks were flushed, he subconsciously avoided Qi Fengyu's sight, and turned his body slightly.

That kind of nervous emotion made Mu Shaoai a little embarrassed, and his eyes fell on Qi Fengyu's tome spread on his lap, trying to change the subject: "Speaking of which, I saw you holding that book for several days, reading it so seriously , what is that about?"

"...this?" Qi Fengyu raised one eyebrow, and showed him the cover of the book, "Rebuilding Shattered Lives, Volume [-]."

Mu Shaoai: "..."

Fuck, that's the book on his office shelf that he's trying to hide!

The original document that Qi Fengyu was holding was suggested by the doctor to read when Mu Shaoai made himself a mess.

Not to mention when Qi Fengyu brought this heavy tome home, just because he read out the title of the book so slowly made Mu Shaoai panic from the bottom of his heart.

——Why did he choose this book?

Mu Shaoai tried hard to recall whether he had left any notes on the book when he was flipping through it - but the reason why he flipped through the book at that time was because his own condition was extremely poor, how could he remember any notes? Didn't take notes?

A familiar feeling of emptiness struck him, not as serious as he imagined, but it was actually tearing his internal organs.

Mu Shaoai pursed his soft lips tightly, and suddenly his face lost all color, and his whole body faintly showed a kind of restlessness that he tried hard to hide but failed to hide, and there was unbearable pain in his eyes.

Qi Fengyu, who was interested in probing, had already obtained the answer he wanted to seek from his reaction.

"You, why do you want to read this book?" Mu Shaoai stared at his trembling gray fingertips on the pages of the best-selling book, and his voice was out of tune that he didn't even notice.

Mu Shaoai didn't want people to know about this...?

Qi Fengyu frowned slightly.

The young man's reaction made Qi Fengyu unable to bear to continue to persecute him, so he could only suppress the anxiety in his heart, pretended not to notice his abnormality, refocused his attention on the book, and replied casually: "Because I am learning English recently, and when I remembered the original book I saw on your bookshelf last time, I wanted to practice it against it, but after reading it, I found this book very interesting."

He flicked the hardcover of the book and asked, "It's about psychology, right? You studied it?"

After a few words, Mu Shaoai had already calmed down a little. He clenched his fingers and forced a smile at Qi Fengyu: "I used to be very interested in psychology when I was studying abroad, so I bought a book and planned to do it casually. Take a look. I didn’t think too much about it when I returned home, so I packed it and brought it back.”

Tsk, the rhetoric is different from last time, is it just a random excuse that you have forgotten?

Qi Fengyu turned over a page calmly, trying his best to keep his facial features from changing.

Mu Shaoai spoke casually, but he kept secretly looking at Qi Fengyu from the corner of his eye.

The man held the book and looked through the contents with unusual concentration, and didn't give him half of his attention, let alone noticed his abnormality just now.

It should just be a coincidence.

Mu Shaoai believed his words, breathed softly from the bottom of his heart, and slowly let go of his heart hanging in the air.

But the cold fingertips from the fear of ischemia did not return to normal so easily.

Fortunately, he is also experienced in dealing with this state.

Mu Shaoai stood up calmly, went to the dining room and poured himself a cup of hot water, holding the side of the cup with his ten fingers, and sipped it in small sips.

The scalding warm current slid down the mouth into the esophagus, and also warmed every organ that passed through it. The warmth flowed through the blood vessels following the beating of the heart, and his cold hands and feet finally regained their warmth.

"Do you want to drink water?" Mu Shaoai licked his lips after drinking a glass of water, stood in front of the dining table, and asked Qi Fengyu with his head tilted.

Perhaps it was the distance that made him feel safe again. His voice had returned to a steady state, and nothing unusual could be heard.

"Okay, thank you." Qi Fengyu responded.

He seemed to want to put down the book and come over, but Mu Shaoai hurriedly stopped him, "You don't need to come here, I'll just take it for you."

He picked up the kettle, then filled another clean cup with half a cup of cold water, and then walked back to the living room.

When he got to Qi Fengyu's side, he slowly poured hot water into the water cup, feeling the temperature from the wall of the cup with his fingers, until the water temperature was suitable for drinking, and then handed it to Qi Fengyu, "Here."

Qi Fengyu took the water glass and took a sip, the just right warmth