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

"Brother! Brother! I was wrong, you spared me!" Lu Ran was strangled by his neck, out of breath, begging for mercy repeatedly.

He cursed inwardly, blaming himself for being blindfolded by Mu Shaoai's elite fake skin, thinking that he had changed his mind, and he even forgot how good this guy was at fighting before.

He also did not expect that after so many years, this person has become so thin, and his skills have not deteriorated much.

Mu Shaoai couldn't hold back his emotions for a moment. As soon as Lu Ran subsided, he immediately loosened his arms slightly.

It's a pity that the relationship between Lu Ran and him can't be said to be that of brotherhood, it can only be regarded as a mistaken friendship.

As soon as he let out a little bit of energy, Lu Ran rolled his eyeballs, gathered strength on his back, smirked and hit his ribs with an elbow.

Mu Shaoai wanted to swear, he had no time to hide, he was about to be hit——

"Clap" sound.

Before Lu Ran's swung elbow hit Mu Shaoai, he was stopped in mid-air by a palm with sharp knuckles.

Qi Fengyu did not know when he came to Mu Shaoai's side, stopped Lu Ran with one hand, stared at him with dull eyes, and said in a cold voice, "He is not in good health now, what should I do if he is injured after being hurt like this by you?"

Lu Ran: "..."

As for the strength of Mu Shao Aile's neck, how could he be so weak?He described it as like a glass man...

Seeing the unconvinced look on Lu Ran's face, Qi Fengyu's eyes dimmed a bit, and he pressed his numb fingers silently and forcefully.

Suddenly, Lu Ran's entire arm was numb.

... Grass, these two people are here to play this couple's mixed doubles?

Lu Ran couldn't tell what he was suffering from, and what was even more stupid was that the arm that Mu Shaoai held around his neck tightened again, and Perfect had no intention of taking it back.

It's a pity that his good brother has no telepathy with him, so he has no idea what he is worried about.

Mu Shaoai focused all his attention on Qi Fengyu's palm, completely forgetting that he was still holding onto Lu Ran.

——The strength of the hidden dissatisfaction clamped heavily on his shoulder blades made him think of it indiscriminately.

On the day when he was pretending to be drunk, Qi Fengyu also embraced his waist with such force.

Although the situation seems to be completely different, the motives are subtly similar.

Mu Shaoai's heart was softened by the honey water, and his weightless gaze quietly fell on Qi Fengyu's hand holding Lu Ran, his cheeks were slightly flushed, and he secretly prayed that this moment would last longer.

The three people's strangely frozen postures attracted the attention of passers-by.

Qi Fengyu felt an unspeakable irritability, but it was not because of other people's gaze, but because of the arm that Mu Shaoai and Lu Ran were in close contact with.

Mu Shaoai moved too much when he first started, and the sleeve of his coat was rubbed up a little, his wrist and Lu Ran's neck were stuck together without any barrier, the white wrist skin contrasted sharply with Lu Ran's bronzed neck, giving him An indescribable intimacy.

He knew that Mu Shaoai always hated touching other people's skin, but this time, he didn't seem to have any discomfort.

Qi Fengyu knew rationally that this was because Lu Ran was one of the few friends he recognized, and such actions did not contain any ambiguous meaning. However, rationality belongs to reason, and emotionally he could not bear... such intimacy.

In particular, Lu Ran itself represents the past that Qi Fengyu knew nothing about.

That anxious gaze carried a heavy weight, passing over Mu Shaoai's forearm over and over again, stimulating the tiny fluff on his arm to stand up "swish" as if sensing a crisis.

Mu Shaoai shuddered, suddenly withdrew his arm, and awkwardly pulled down the sleeve that was stuck in the middle of his forearm.

He secretly glanced at Qi Fengyu, not missing the flash of satisfaction on his face.

Well, it's not his illusion...

Kind of cute.

Mu Shaoai pressed the corners of his lips tightly to suppress the involuntary smile. He wanted to tease him a few words, but he was afraid that Qi Fengyu would become angry from embarrassment, so he could only regretfully accept this thought.

... sooner or later there will be a chance.

Lu Ran was finally liberated from the cruel oppression, and when he turned around, he bumped into the scene of the two people's unrestrained love. Looking at the uncontrollable smile on Mu Shaoai's mouth, he was speechless.

What is this called?

This is the birth of a world where only Lu Ran was injured.

The corners of his mouth twitched, he rubbed his red neck and rolled his eyes, and roughly popped the pink bubbles in front of his eyes: "Okay, don't stand stupidly at the door, it's not like you're making a movie... Hurry up!" Go in, Xiao Qiao and the others have been waiting for you for a long time."

Mu Shaoai was a little embarrassed by what he said, but he couldn't control the pride in his heart. He slightly raised his eyebrows, gave Lu Ran a look of "envy?" Go blank.

Seeing that Lu Ran was about to explode, he finally stopped provoking people and followed Lu Ran into the club.

At the moment of entering the gate, the deafening rock music hit the eardrum, which was mixed with the hissing and shouting of human beings. That kind of frenzied atmosphere can stir up the blood in the human body in an instant and arouse the impulse to join it .

For others, however, such an atmosphere can signal an urge to flee.

Too noisy.

And, there are too many, many, many people.

People are everywhere.

Mu Shaoai originally thought that he could adapt.

He hasn't suffered from illness for a long time, and in addition, he often hung out in bars in middle and high school, he never thought that he would be aroused by such a scene. However, from the bottom of his heart, every nerve in him trembled. The resistance... I can't help myself at all.

At some point, he let go of the hand he was holding with Qi Fengyu, and the palm of his hand was hanging weakly by his side, drooping.

Layers of phantoms appeared in the scene of feasting and feasting in front of me, and the whole world became far away.

His pupils gradually dilated.

It was the first time for Qi Fengyu to come to this kind of place. The loud voices and the rush of restlessness made his facial features crumpled together. Men and women with half-faded clothes and entwined lips and tongues flashed out of the shadows from time to time. He hadn't had time yet. Adapting to this environment, the body temperature that belongs to another person leaves him.

This kind of separation aroused reflexive anger in his heart, as long as he thought of Mu Shaoai's frequent hangouts in this kind of place before, he wished to break the little bastard's hands and feet, and lock him forever in a place where only he could see .

He subconsciously groped over, looking for the warmth, but at the moment when the spotlight came on, he could clearly see the man's face as pale as a corpse and the unstoppable trembling all over his body.

Mu Shaoai took a step back subconsciously, and then was pinned in place by an inexplicable force, clenched his fists tightly.

He looked like he wanted to turn and run, but for some reason, he didn't.

Mu Shaoai looked in pain.

The distress that appeared easily shattered the restless emotions, and the burning anger in my heart ran out of fuel and quickly extinguished.

Qi Fengyu stretched out his hand, grasped Mu Shaoai's tightly clenched fist with a firm attitude, opened his stiff fingers one by one, and inserted his five fingers into his fingers one by one , holding it firmly, rubbing it lightly as if comforting.

He leaned over and asked in a warm voice next to Mu Shaoai's ear, "How about... shall we go home?"

The tight string in Mu Shaoai's body slowly relaxed following his set of operations. He took a deep breath, which made his chest hurt, and then let it out slowly. Hold Qi Fengyu.

He shook his head, his voice trembling slightly, but extremely firm: "No, I'm going, I want to see them."

He seemed to be driven by some kind of force, without waiting for Qi Fengyu's reaction, he walked forward, and before Lu Ran noticed that he turned back abnormally, he had already followed his pace.

Qi Fengyu's heart sank slightly. He didn't know why he was so stubborn, but he felt an inexplicable familiarity from this posture. He lowered his eyes calmly, and was dragged forward as if he was sleepwalking. He carefully observed the changes on Mu Shaoai's face.

The sight that fell on his face seemed to peel off all his flesh and blood, it was so sharp that it made people frightened.

Mu Shaoai couldn't stand his gaze, and felt an uncomfortable feeling of being spied on. Manic emotions crept up to the end of his eyes, making that white and tender skin turn a fishy red, revealing a sharp hostility.

The hand he was holding with Qi Fengyu subconsciously pulled it hard, but he couldn't pull it away, but was held even tighter by Qi Fengyu.

The two of them competed quietly, until they reached the door of the private room, and Lu Ran pushed the door open first, Mu Shaoai seemed to wake up suddenly, his mood faded a little, and he realized what he was doing...

He glanced blankly at the hand that was shaking with Qi Fengyu, a look of frustration appeared on his face.

"Sorry..." Mu Shaoai wiped his face wearily, trying hard to control the restless emotions in his body.

He thought he could handle it all, but it was hard.

"Either today...?" Qi Fengyu stopped at the door with him, hesitating to speak.

"No, it's okay, it's all my friends inside." Mu Shaoai put down his hand, shook his head, unwilling to admit that he was powerless in this regard.

He entered the private room first, and tugged Qi Fengyu hard, "Let's go in."

Qi Fengyu couldn't continue to persevere, so he could only follow his strength and enter the private room together, but he was thinking about the reason why Mu Shaoai lost control.

The irritability still settled in every bone and every inch of muscle, leaving Mu Shaoai with no extra energy to pay attention to what Qi Fengyu was thinking.

That irresistible force drove him forward and forward until he followed Lu Ran into the box.

The young masters and ladies in the private room were all played by Mu Shaoai since he was a child, but since he transferred to a public middle school in his third year of high school, his contact with him has become less and less.

At the last small gathering, because someone was drunk and hugged him to play drunk, he almost threw the person out of control - he restrained the excessive impulse, but pushed the person down on the table, and the bottle rolled When it reached the ground, it crackled and shattered, and everyone fell silent, staring at Mu Shaoai.

The scene was once very ugly.

But because of his emotions, he didn't mean to apologize at all, but instead sternly warned that person not to touch him, his tone as crazy as if they were some dirty things...

Since then, fearing that he would lose control again and mess everything up, no matter who called him, Mu Shaoai never showed up.

Until Lu Ran pushed him, and because of Qi Fengyu's existence, he was willing to face those fears.

The strength from the clasped hands seemed to replace his bones and become something that really supported him.

Mu Shaoai's face was a little pale, but he tried his best not to show his timidity, but the changes in the situation made him unwilling to let him go so easily.

As soon as he took a step into the room, he heard a "boom" when the cork popped out, and the spurted champagne wiped his side and splashed all over the wall.

"Yo, our finale, Second Young Master Mu, is finally willing to appear!"

"Good guy, did you bring another one? Second young master finally knows how to eat meat?"

The sound of booing and the spray of champagne set the fire on fire.

Although Mu Shaoai took a step to the side in time when he heard the sound, a lot of alcohol still splashed on the jacket and the back of his hands, and the stress reaction made him completely freeze in place.

He had to use all his strength to resist the urge to turn around and run away.

Qi Fengyu noticed his stiffness, his heart twisted and hurt, he had to hold Mu Shaoai's hand even harder, even so hard that Mu Shaoai felt that his palm was about to be broken.

What came with the pain was the breath that was stuck in the throat and could not be exhaled.

Mu Shaoai's tense muscles slowly relaxed, looked at Josnian, who was standing on the table with one foot and laughing wildly while holding a gush of champagne, controlled his voice not to tremble, and said coldly: "Little Joe, is that how you welcome me?"