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

Mu Shaoai originally wanted to wait patiently for a few more days, and when the prey couldn't bear it, he took the initiative to ask him for help.

But one night, he had a dream.

Waking up the next morning, looking at the damp stains on the quilt, Mu Shaoai was speechless, but in his heart he enjoyed the feeling in the dream and the aftertaste afterward.

Perhaps because of the trauma left by the accident seven years ago, Mu Shaoai has basically been in a state without that kind of worldly desire these years. Even if he has changed so many young and beautiful lovers around him, he still stops at being polite at best. kiss.

To be honest, he doesn't really like people touching him.

After the filter that filled the emptiness in his heart faded, just being touched by them made Mu Shaoai's stomach churn.

This time, however, it was different.

He remembered the person in the dream, the light blond hair scattered on the pure black bed, and the inorganic black eyes that seemed to be able to easily ignite all his enthusiasm.

No man would be proud of his yangwei.

The same goes for Mu Shaoai.

He just doesn't like forcing himself to do things he can't do.

Mu Shaoai sighed silently, got up from the bed, changed out the underwear and bed sheets, dragged the big ones and threw them into the laundry basket.

From another point of view, this is also a good thing, at least in the face of other people's doubts about his masculinity, he can go back with confidence.

Of course, he doesn't intend to continue to sit on the sidelines.

It's not like this time, or is it a man?

He skipped work for a day and rang Qi Fengyu's number.

As soon as the phone was dialed, it was picked up immediately, a trace of surprise flashed across Mu Shaoai's eyes, and after he figured something out, a faint smile appeared on his face.

Kind of cunning.

He heard the person on the other side of the phone ask obediently: "Hi, who are you looking for?"

"Qi Fengyu." He called out the other person's name directly, "I'm Mu Shaoai."

For a long time, the phone was connected but there was no sound. Mu Shaoai could only confirm that the call was not hung up through the faint breathing sound.

"Mr. Mu," Mu Shaoai paused hesitantly when he heard the opposite party, and said cautiously, "What's the matter?"

"Have you settled the debt owed by your father?" Mu Shaoai asked nonsense.

"...No." Qi Fengyu's voice weakened a little.

"What about the job? Did you find it?" Mu Shaoai continued to ask.

"..." There was silence for a while, and the voice became even lower: "Not at all."

"Then—" Mu Shaoai didn't plan to go around in circles with him anymore, "Why didn't you call me?"

The low and slippery voice became a little hoarse: "But, Mr. Mu...why did you help me?"

"Why...?" Mu Shaoai actually hated to talk to others in a formal way, but because Qi Fengyu was on the opposite side, he actually found some fun from such back and forth, "What do you think?"

Qi Fengyu: "..."

Knowing the truth and asking contest came to an end with the victory of contestant Mu Shaoai.

Qi Fengyu, who was on the other side of the phone, took a deep breath, and asked in a desperate manner: "Then, this afternoon... is it convenient to come out and meet?"

The corners of Mu Shaoai's lips curled up in a triumphant arc, not letting the person opposite continue to suffer in anxiety, he simply said, "Okay."

Mu Shaoai carefully selected in the cloakroom for more than half an hour, and finally chose a beige casual suit with difficulty, which made him look like a successful person, and because he took off his glasses, his facial features were distorted. The gentleness brought was released, no longer so high above.

However, this is already the limit.

His sense of alienation from the world made him feel cold and inaccessible.

He practiced a relaxed facial expression in front of the mirror, again failing miserably.

Mu Shaoai can only brainwash himself, telling himself that this is fine.

At least he won't be regarded as a wretched apprentice.

After checking his own image for the last time, after confirming that he would not cause too much pressure on Qi Fengyu, Mu Shaoai went up to the phantom at the door.

They met in an intimate coffee shop hidden in a quaint alley.

Probably considering Mu Shaoai's identity and the topic of discussion, Qi Fengyu specially reserved a box.

The airtight space gives people a sense of security, the dim light is slightly charming, and the rich aroma of coffee lingers in the nostrils, making people relax unconsciously.

The moment Mu Shaoai walked in, his gaze was involuntarily captured by the person in the box.

The young man was sitting on one side of the table, with his head bowed, his soft golden hair scattered around his neck, as if unkempt, half of him was under the dim light, and the other side was hidden in the shadows. Melted into darkness.The pair of slender hands landed on the table and clasped together awkwardly. Because of too much force, the knuckles turned blue and white.

His face was also too pale, his lips were dry and cracked, and his whole figure was like a string of beads on the verge of falling apart, but was strung together by the stubbornness that would rather die than bow his head, forming a stiff shape.

Mu Shaoai's heart suddenly twitched.

He began to feel a little guilty about his despicable little thoughts before, but he never thought about what kind of torment Qi Fengyu is going through these days.

Fortunately, he took the initiative to call him, and if he continued, he might bow his head to Zhao Liang.

he thought happily.

Mu Shaoai bent his lips, bent over and sat down, his voice was still cold, but a little softer, with pity that he didn't realize: "Have you waited long?"

Qi Fengyu raised his head suddenly, and bumped into his gentle almond eyes that were not covered by glasses. Because the emotion was real, there was an unprecedented tenderness, which made Qi Fengyu dazed for a few seconds, and then he bit his lip and lowered his head, responding: "...No, I just arrived too."

Sitting opposite him, Mu Shaoai picked up his cup of coffee, took a sip, and observed the person opposite.

Except for the glance he just bumped into, Qi Fengyu has been avoiding his sight all the time, staring at his hands, those slender hands are tightly twisted together, under the light, Mu Shaoai can even see the back of his hands. Raised pale cyan blood vessels.

The embarrassment of the person opposite was almost turned into reality, Mu Shaoai had been sitting down for a while, but shame choked his throat, so that he was still unable to open his mouth and put forward his purpose of asking someone out.

Mu Shaoai really couldn't see the person in front of him continue to suffer——Qi Fengyu seemed to be driving himself to a dead end little by little.

The coffee cup was put back on the table, and with a crisp sound, Mu Shaoai took the initiative to say, "The reason why Zhao Liang forced you like that that day was because of the 5000 million owed by your father?"

Qi Fengyu looked up at him in astonishment, his inorganic black eyes lit up for a moment and then dimmed for a moment, his pale face was stained red with shame, "...Yes."

When Mu Shaoai's eyes touched that smear of pink, he immediately outlined the dream of last night in his mind, swallowed instinctively, and subconsciously avoided his sight.However, in the next second, he remembered what he was here for today, scolded himself for being absent-minded, forced himself to turn his head, and pressed those charming pictures deeply into the back of his mind.

However, his silence seemed to be misinterpreted by Qi Fengyu as a wrong signal.

"Can you... no, are you willing to help me?" Qi Fengyu bit his lower lip, his face became paler, he was trembling all over, he gritted his teeth and worked hard to finish the follow-up words: "I am willing to bear... what I have to pay cost."

His intertwined hands visibly trembled, and the protruding knuckles reminded Mu Shaoai of the wrist bones he touched on the day they first met. They were so sharp that they seemed capable of stabbing people.

Mu Shaoai was in a daze.

The young man on the opposite side looks very fragile, but on the blurred edge of fragility, there is also a sharpness that penetrates the bone, as sharp as a blade, easily piercing through layers of barriers and piercing into Mu Shaoai's heart—that It's a decision that risks everything.

He thought, after all, he had come to this point.

In fact, no matter from which angle you look at it, the young and promising second young master of the Mu family is obviously a better choice than someone who succumbed to Zhao Liang, but Mu Shaoai didn't want to be the swamp that swallowed him.

He had meant to.

But at this moment, seeing Qi Fengyu like this, he suddenly lost his mind.

He once again felt Lu Ran's sensitivity in his heart, and silently apologized for his loss of control at that time.

Lu Ran was right, and his worries were justified.

He also has worries and fears. After all, the unrequited love that failed seven years ago really hurt him too much. If it happens again, his mental state will definitely collapse.

But none of these should be his reason for running away.

At most, he was, a little more careful, more careful...to protect himself.

Having made up his mind, Mu Shaoai supported his chest with one hand, trying his best not to look so cold in his eyes, "Of course I am willing to help you, but not in the way you think."

Facing Qi Fengyu's surprised gaze, he said softly: "I will help you settle the debt owed by your father, the only condition is that you don't refuse my approach."

Mu Shaoai's beautiful almond eyes are slightly curved, under the warm yellow light, the dark brown pupils are as gentle as flowing amber.

Qi Fengyu couldn't look away, but he didn't forget what he just said.

"Don't refuse your approach..." He looked dazed and repeated it blankly.

Mu Shaoai was amused by his performance, covered the smile on his lips with the movement of drinking coffee, and nodded calmly: "Yes."

The coffee stains left faint water marks on Mu Shaoai's lips, and the tip of her pink tongue poked out, nimbly crushing away the touch of coffee color.

Witnessing this scene, Qi Fengyu's eyes suddenly darkened a little, and a fierce hunger flashed in his eyes.

He was silent for a moment, and murmured in disbelief: "...Just don't refuse your approach? That's it? Really don't need to do anything else?"

Mu Shaoai choked for a moment.

Don't you want me to do something to you?

Seeing the expression on Mu Shaoai's face became indescribable, Qi Fengyu's eyes moved and he hurriedly made amends.

He lowered his head, with a gesture of shame and helplessness, and his voice was so low that Mu Shaoai on the opposite side could barely hear: "Thank you for your kindness, but I may not be able to accept it. If, if you want to take care of me If so, I will accept."

Qi Fengyu spoke word by word, as if every word in this sentence was breaking his arrogance, and after he finished speaking, he bit his lower lip like a pride being torn apart, and the dry lip was torn by his teeth Cracked, overflowing a little bright red.

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