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

"Little Qiao, is that how you welcome me?"

The cold voice is inherently dignified, and it can easily arouse the rebellious psychology of others.

There was a burst of booing and laughter in the crowd.

Josnian poured the bottom of champagne into the glass, and threw the empty champagne bottle away, completely indifferent.

He was still giggling: "Second Young Master, don't be so fierce... Isn't this expressing my enthusiasm? But you? When did you find such a—"

He swept Qi Fengyu up and down with ambiguous eyes, turned his head and winked at Mu Shaoai: "Tsk tsk, what a figure! A model? Or an actor? I told you that you like this type, and I promise you have chosen one that suits you I'll send you to bed/up!"

Mu Shaoai frowned slightly, and a pang of anger rose from the bottom of his heart.

His eyes slanted slightly to the side, and he saw Qi Fengyu staring down at the ground, with no emotion on his cold face, as if he didn't understand what Josnian was suggesting.

Or you know it, but you don't have the stance to lose your temper.

He has long eyelashes, deep-set eye sockets, and occasionally gives people a feeling of fragility, but that fragility is soaked with a kind of ice-like coldness, as if he never cares about anything.

Only Mu Shaoai knew how reliable he was when he supported himself just now.

Mu Shaoai's heart softened suddenly, and he wanted to say something for him, but before he had time to speak, the palm of his clasped right hand was gently scratched.

He turned his head subconsciously and saw Qi Fengyu shook his head very cryptically, signaling him not to do so.

...Are you afraid that you will get into trouble?

Mu Shaoai's heart softened even more.

Josnian didn't ask him out to see him bring someone over to show his affection. He pushed the beauty in his arms out, and then forced himself between him and Lu Ran, squeezed a narrow gap for Mu Shaoai. The person greeted: "Sit down quickly, don't stand up."

The bar boy who was pushed out by him sat down on the ground and obediently fell on Josnian's lap.

His eyes were blurred, seeing Josnian greet Mu Shaoai, he even patted the vacant seat pretending to be affectionate, and gave Mu Shaoai a wink.

Mu Shaoai: "..."

His facial features automatically pulled out an indescribable expression.

He had always hated others intruding into his space. In the past, Mu Shaoai could use it because he was ashamed of Josnian, and he had to endure it. But now this scene... really trampled on his bottom line.

If he sat down, would the little model who had just exchanged saliva with Josnian still snuggle up to his lap?

Mu Shaoai endured the discomfort and came here not to have a good time with these strangers.

His face turned cold, Mu Shaoai stretched out his leg and kicked Josnian's calf, and pointed at the person lying on his leg with his chin: "Let them get out."

Josnian's face also became ugly, "I said, Er Young Master, you still have people with you, this is only for the state officials to set fire and not for the common people to light—"

"I said," Mu Shaoai interrupted him, narrowing his eyes slightly, "tell them to get out."

He stared at Josnian, and said coldly, "You used a game of gambling to trick Lu Ran and force me to show up, is it just to pimp me?"

The restlessness on Josnian's face disappeared in an instant. After a moment of blankness, he cast a gloomy glance at him, pinched the little boy who was snuggling on his lap, and waved him away impatiently: "Get out."

The little boy became anxious, and shouted coquettishly: "Brother Qiao——"

"Get out!" Josnian pointed at the door, a look of contempt flashed across his face and was quickly suppressed, his frowning brows and eyes were full of terrifying hostility.

The little boy didn't dare to say anything anymore, and led the other young masters who were leaning on other people's arms to quickly leave the private room.

Mu Shaoai did not miss that moment of contempt.

He knew that emotion was not aimed at the bar boy, but at himself.

The young man in front of him has not changed much from the past, but his appearance has become more mature, and his facial features have become more mature.

But looking at this face that hasn't changed much, Mu Shaoai felt an indescribable strangeness.

This young man with hostility and calculations hidden in his eyes is hardly the same person as the junior high school student who followed him behind and called him "Second Brother".

Now, he called him half-sarcastically and half-fearfully, "Second Young Master."

Josnian's behavior at this time made Mu Shaoai unable to help but start to doubt himself, whether it was right or wrong to persistently want to repair the past relationship.

With a cold face, he pulled Qi Fengyu to sit down.

Although Qi Fengyu hadn't said a word since he came in, and couldn't tell what he felt about the scene of demons dancing in front of him, Mu Shaoai was sensitive to a kind of suppressed resistance.

He stretched out his hand to push Lu Ran to the other side, and then sat next to Josnian, letting Qi Fengyu sit between him and Lu Ran, which was full of protection.

Seeing his cautious behavior, Josnian couldn't help but snorted again, and said in a strange way: "Second Young Master is really arrogant, why don't we call you Young Master, and you still have your lover in your arms."

Mu Shaoai glanced at him, raised his chin slightly, and shook the hands they held together: "Josnian, shut up if you can't speak. He is my boyfriend approved by my parents, Qi Fengyu .”

There was a sudden silence in the box.

Boy friend.

Qi Fengyu's dark pupils suddenly dilated, and the palms he held with Mu Shaoai were sweating, but he didn't dare to turn his head to look at his face.

He calmly glanced at Josnian who just opened the bottle of champagne and almost hit Mu Shaoai, his eyes darkened, and he nodded lightly in response.

Qi Fengyu's aura bluffed everyone. Josnian, who had just picked up his wine glass, gasped and asked, "Is he from the Qi family?"

Mu Shaoai didn't know how they would think of that guy from the Qi family with a bad reputation, and frowned slightly in resistance, "No."

He denied it, but he didn't intend to continue introducing Qi Fengyu's identity.

And that's enough for those present to guess what.

Josnian and the others looked at each other, and the balance in their hearts gradually shifted.

It was impossible for Mu Shaoai to think that his words of defending Qi Fengyu actually helped Josnian make up his mind.

"Parents Approved," "Boyfriend."

The combination of these two phrases has undoubtedly excluded Mu Shaoai from the core circle of the aristocratic family. Knowing this, Josnian's worries are much less

Qi Fengyu didn't notice the turbulent undercurrent in the air, and he was full of replaying Mu Shaoai's hidden disgust when he mentioned the heir of the Qi family...

He knew that in order to squeeze into the Beijing circle, he had resorted to ruthless means, but Mu Shaoai didn't think about who he was doing it for?Besides, no matter how ruthless he was to others, when he faced the Mu family, didn't he show enough sympathy?

Qi Fengyu was indescribably annoyed.

...Little bastard, I really owe a lesson.

He lowered his eyes, his face paled a little, and he made a serious note of Mu Shaoai in his heart, only waiting to get it back from him in the future.

"We've been brothers for so many years, don't hold on to this trivial matter," Lu Ran awkwardly smoothed things over in the middle, glanced at Josnian, and hinted: "Little Qiao, don't you want to fight with Shao Ai?" Can you explain clearly what happened last time? I called Mu Er for you because of this."

"Of course, so many years of feelings are there, I don't intend to deny the brother Er Shao," Josnian opened a bottle of red wine with a normal expression, poured a goblet full, and stood up holding the glass look at him, "but—"

Josnian stopped talking, raised his eyebrows provocatively, and the unchanging arrogance once again stood out on his face, "Second brother, last time we met you threw me down without saying a word... this has to be done." Give me an explanation?"

Josnian asked aggressively, and Mu Shaoai's heart skipped a beat, thinking, here we come.

He knew that this was an inescapable knot between the two.

He pursed his lower lip, awakened by Josnian's words, feeling guilty about that unpleasant meeting.

Mu Shaoai barely hesitated, stood up and took the wine glass from Josnian's hand, raised his slender neck, and drank the whole glass of red wine in one gulp.

"What happened last time... was my fault." Alcohol paralyzed Mu Shaoai's nerves, causing his entire cheeks to turn red, and the blush continued to spread.

Perhaps it was the change of Josnian's address that aroused the tenderness in his heart, making his eyes brighten up under the stimulation of alcohol, and gradually overflowed with a gentleness that was incompatible with his temperament: "This cup is my apology. Xiao Qiao, I'm sorry, What happened last time... that, that was not what I meant."

Josnian didn't expect him to give in so easily, a look of astonishment flashed across his face unexpectedly, his eyes dodged for a moment, and then fixed on Mu Shaoai's face again in an instant, showing some real resentment: "Huh? You To put it bluntly, you were not the one who fell with a bruised nose and a swollen face... Since you said that was not what you meant, then what do you mean?"

Mu Shaoai's body trembled slightly, the blood flow all over his body accelerated, his hand suddenly squeezed into Qi Fengyu's fingers, the dizziness caused by alcohol confused his reason, and the urge to defend himself flooded His whole body rushed left and right to the tip of his tongue, and finally was firmly locked by his tightly closed lips.

Feeling the pain flowing under Mu Shaoai's calm surface, Qi Fengyu stared coldly at Josnian's face showing a bit of hatred, but gently stroked the back of Mu Shaoai's hand with his fingers encouragingly, and even slid down with his thumb. Passing his wrist, the meaning of support is self-evident.

Feeling his encouragement, Mu Shaoai tried his best.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't make any sound, and finally closed it tremblingly.

say what?Said that he had a mental problem, that he was a ptsd patient diagnosed by a doctor, and then complained about how miserable he was because of his illness, so Josnian could be more tolerant?

Josnian had no obligation to understand his difficulties.

He couldn't speak.

That kind of despondency resurfaced in his heart again, and Mu Shaoai bit the bullet and explained: "It's just... nothing interesting."

Self-loathing made his voice irritated and hard.

He didn't intend to target Josnian, but in Josnian's view, that wasn't the case.

Josnian lowered his eyelashes slightly and remained silent, but a sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth.

He calmed down a bit before speaking, "Okay, since you want to apologize, then show your sincerity."

He bent down to pick up a bottle of white wine, and hesitated for a moment when he was about to pour it. The next moment, another foot stretched out from the side and kicked him lightly, dispelling the hesitation for a moment.

Josnian picked up a goblet full of high-quality liquor, turned around and handed it to Mu Shaoai, and said with a sneer, "Brother, although I feel uncomfortable, I didn't want to embarrass you. I asked you out to talk about it." Come on, since you feel sorry, then drink this cup, and this matter will be turned over like this."

Mu Shaoai was burned by the alcohol just now, his whole body was burning hot, but his reason was clear.

He didn't care about Josnian's sharp attitude, but the flash of calculation and determined coldness on Josnian's face when he turned his head made his heart ache.

His alcohol allergy was not a problem after graduation, but his drinking capacity was cultivated after he fell ill.

In other words, Josnian knew he couldn't drink.

Not only did Josnian know that he couldn't drink, but he also knew that when he was really drunk, he would remove all the thorns and reveal his true inner self.

Mu Shaoai smiled bitterly.

Oh, by the way, Josnian also has something he doesn't know.

Josnian didn't know that after he got drunk in his freshman year of high school, Lu Ran sent him the video they recorded of Mu Shaoai drunk out of guilt.

Judging from his previous drinking capacity, this glass of baijiu will definitely make him completely drunk.

The goblet is full of half a bottle of white wine, so if one cup goes on like this, not to mention people who can't drink, even people with a bit of a capacity for alcohol can't stand this kind of drinking, and they will definitely lose their minds.

Josnian wanted to get him drunk, and after he got drunk... what did he want to do?

Mu Shao Ai's face was pale, his heart throbbed, as if vines grew out of his stomach, dragging his whole body down, making him feel as if he was drowning.

He forced himself to endure the discomfort caused by the environment, forced himself to endure the pain of the pre-panic attack, but he didn't want to lose... those who had truly brought him comfort.

Unfortunately, Josnian... Doesn't seem to think so.

Mu Shaoai's slightly dazed eyes slipped from Josnian's dodging eyes to the glass of white wine, and the impulse from the bottom of his heart made him almost want to give in.

Is it possible that as long as you drink this glass of wine, as long as you drink... everything can be redeemed?

Mu Shaoai was like a person hugging the last piece of driftwood before drowning, with a strange longing on his face, almost without hesitation, he stretched out his hand to reach for the goblet.

"enough!"

Qi Fengyu couldn't stand it anymore, and yelled out with uncontrollable anger.