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

This is one of the reasons why Mu Shaoai is extremely reluctant for others to invade his private space, because his apartment represents the only place where he can let go of all his guards, and he will be more relaxed here.

If you are too relaxed, it is easy to do some embarrassing things.

Such as the embarrassing scene in front of you.

Mu Shaoai looked at Qi Fengyu expressionlessly, his amber eyes were a little darker, with a hint of inscrutability.

Perhaps sensing the crisis, the smile on Qi Fengyu's face quickly disappeared.

Calmly and with a posture that should have been like this, he naturally stretched out his hand to help Mu Shaoai scratch his hair, and pushed his messy hair back to its original position, and then followed his hand under Mu Shaoai's somewhat dazed gaze. When walking away, the cold white fingertips moved to the weird crease of the shirt as if nothing had happened.

——Without the slightest tremor, the slender fingers untied the wrong button steadily and precisely, revealing the milky white skin wrapped under the dark cloth.

Mu Shaoai's movements to stop him stopped in vain, and his breathing became irregular.

He seemed to be frozen in place, his pupils dilated slightly, watching the slender, bony hands move over his shirt without blinking, carefully unbuttoning the wrong button, and without any hesitation Slide the correct notch back into the buttonhole.

Qi Fengyu's expression was too focused, as if he was carving or dismantling a work of art.

The color of the shirt is very dark, which makes the hands whiter and more perfect, like another work of art.

Mu Shaoai's Adam's apple couldn't help swallowing.

He was a little puzzled, how could this person make such ambiguous actions without any ambiguous meaning?

He doesn't have mind-reading skills, so of course it is impossible to know how terrifying the waves in Qi Fengyu's heart are.

The two buttons that were wrongly fastened were located on the chest, and the fabric was undulating with Mu Shaoai's rapid breathing. Qi Fengyu used great self-control to keep his hands from shaking, maintaining a position that seemed to be only for the irregular attire. The level of dissatisfied perfectionists.

Even breathing became extraordinarily slow and quiet.

"Okay." It was finally over.

Qi Fengyu breathed a sigh of relief silently, avoiding Mu Shaoai's sight for the first time, not daring to let that person see clearly the emotion in his eyes.

Fortunately, Mu Shaoai's brain was completely occupied by hormones, and the yellow things stirred up waves in it, making his consciousness drowsy and dull, so he didn't notice Qi Fengyu's abnormality and deliberation.

"……Um."

Mu Shaoai didn't know what he was yelling at, why he was yelling, thanks to the remaining instinct to remember to answer, instead of being stunned in place like a fool.

The air was inexplicably scorching, and Mu Shaoai felt it was difficult to breathe, but his face still had that cold and indifferent look.

However, when Qi Fengyu was arranging his hair just now, he deliberately exposed his ears. At this time, a touch of pink color has climbed up to the tips of the ears, and even faintly spread downward.

Qi Fengyu couldn't help but peeked at it several times.

Both of them had something that couldn't be broadcasted surging in their hearts, but they restrained themselves from saying a word.

However, someone has to come to his senses first.

It was Qi Fengyu who took the first step to control himself. He quickly adjusted his mood and calmly watched Mu Shaoai who was blocking the door, as if he had done nothing just now. He opened a pair of inorganic black pupils and asked: " Won't you invite me in?"

As his deep voice sounded, the rising temperature in the air fell back down again.

Mu Shaoai emptied the pornographic thoughts in his mind, and made way for the entrance: "Come in."

Qi Fengyu glanced at him, followed Mu Shaoai through the porch, entered the living room, and looked at the house without any trace.

To his surprise, Mu Shaoai's house was unexpectedly clean and tidy. There wasn't much furniture, but everything that should be there was there, neatly placed against the walls in order from small to large, and from high to low.

Because the space is so empty, it will inevitably appear a little lonely.

Perhaps it is because there is no trace of people living in this room, all the objects and furniture are placed in specific positions according to specific rules, without any mess, and the model rooms for selling houses are cleaner than this room. The breath of someone who lived.

It really doesn't look like a "home" where someone lives for a long time.

Qi Fengyu looked thoughtfully at Mu Shaoai taking out a cup from the neatly placed cupboard and poured him a glass of water.

Compared to this tidy and awe-inspiring room, the reckless young man with the messy hair just now brought him some nostalgic familiarity.

So, during the seven years they were separated, what happened to the much-loved young master of the Mu family?

He always thought he would be fine.

"Have you had breakfast?" Mu Shaoai handed the water to Qi Fengyu, and called back the man who seemed a little distracted.

Qi Fengyu nodded.

He is watching here.

Realizing what Qi Fengyu was doing, Mu Shaoai was actually a little nervous.

He never invites any friends to his house, except for his aunt who comes over to clean up the house and cook at regular intervals every day.

He hopes to keep a private space enough to hide those little secrets that he doesn't want anyone to know.

Apart from his relatives, Qi Fengyu was the first person invited to step into his apartment.

At that time, he was so confused by his mother's sudden attack that he never thought about what it meant to invite Qi Fengyu to discuss countermeasures.

Mu Shaoai's mood was a bit complicated.

Not only the slight discomfort caused by the intrusion of personal space, but also the pleasure of being a little closer to the person I like.

It's a bit like an unsolicited sharing of a little secret, an act of intimacy that breaks social distance.

Although he had no intention of talking about the past with Qi Fengyu, the other party probably had no intention of prying into his life.

Qi Fengyu has always been careful about his behavior, and quickly looked away after Mu Shaoai spoke.

He took the water glass, raised his head and looked at him calmly: "I've eaten, you haven't had breakfast yet?"

Mu Shaoai stared at him blankly again, expressing dissatisfaction with his knowing advisor.

He had obviously just woken up, how could he have had breakfast?

Obviously Qi Fengyu also knew that he had said something wrong.

After he finished asking, he lowered his head and stared intently at the glass of water, as if a flower was about to bloom in it, without giving Mu Shaoai a single look.

Mu Shaoai: "..."

It's like a punch to the cotton, very weak.

Mu Shaoai couldn't say anything to him, so he simply looked up at his watch, and seeing that there was still time, he told Qi Fengyu to wait in the living room for a while, and quickly ran back to the bedroom upstairs to wash up.

After cleaning himself up as quickly as possible, Mu Shaoai thought about today's arrangements.

He was worried about the purpose of his mother asking them to go home to be guests, so he went downstairs absent-mindedly with many worries. He wanted to ask Qi Fengyu what he thought, but found that the person was not in the living room.

Mu Shaoai glanced in astonishment at the connected living room and dining room, but failed to catch the expected figure.

He pursed the corner of his lower lip, a little displeased.

Although Mu Shaoai invited Qi Fengyu to the apartment as a guest, and he was ready for this person to gradually invade his private space in the future, but everything must be done step by step. The psychological defense he had built for many years was not It can collapse suddenly.

However, before that emotion could be fully settled, a head poked out from the kitchen, which was separated from the restaurant.

Qi Fengyu glanced at him, and said naturally: "It's packed? Let's have breakfast first. There is nothing else in the refrigerator, so I fried eggs and toasted toast."

Qi Fengyu wore a light green sunflower apron over his shirt, and came out of the kitchen with a plate, as harmonious as he was.

It belonged in this room.

As soon as the displeasure in Mu Shaoai's heart surfaced, it disappeared with a pop.

How could someone retreat under such a gentle offensive?

Anyway, he can't.

Mu Shaoai's head subconsciously spun along with Qi Fengyu's movements, and asked a silly question: "Do you know how to cook?"

Qi Fengyu slightly rolled his eyes, and asked: "Omelette toast... can't be called rice?"

Mu Shaoai: "..."

Sorry, he has never operated any utensils in the kitchen, and he doesn't know how the food and beverage industry is classified.

Looking at his indifferent and blank face, feeling Qi Fengyu's true nature under the skin of Mu Shaoai's paralyzed face, he couldn't help laughing, and muttered something in a low voice.

That sentence was spoken too softly, Mu Shaoai didn't hear clearly, but his ears went numb subconsciously.

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing, let's eat." Qi Fengyu rolled his eyes, turned a blind eye to his question, and put the breakfast on the dining table.

He called Mu Shaoai to sit down, took off the apron and hung it aside, sat opposite Mu Shaoai, folded his hands and propped his chin, staring intently at the person opposite him eating breakfast.

Probably very few people can calm down to eat under such fiery eyes...

Mu Shaoai's movements of biting the toast gradually changed from wild and heroic to elegant but uneasy.

He sadly found that when Qi Fengyu looked at him, his idol baggage always became a little heavy.

Thanks to his usual eating speed, Mu Shaoai took a small mouthful but quickly finished the toast, and when he opened his mouth to bite down on the fried egg, his eyes widened unexpectedly, feeling a long-lost sense of satisfaction in his heart.

He has a very strange taste. He doesn't like the cottony taste of fully cooked egg yolks, and also dislikes the fishy smell of runny eggs. There are very few fried eggs that can be eaten, but Qi Fengyu's fried eggs are perfectly stuck on the one that is about to be cooked. The degree of unfamiliarity perfectly suits Mu Shaoai's heart.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing traces of joy.

What a wonderful coincidence.

During the time of breakfast, his affection for Qi Fengyu seemed to increase a bit.

After breakfast, they finally got down to business.

Mu Shaoai tapped the armrest of the sofa with his fingertips, looked at the person opposite, with a deep mark between his brows: "Why do you think my parents want to see you?"

Qi Fengyu leaned back on the sofa, much more relaxed than him: "It's not the lover who wants to see you..."

Mu Shaoai: "..."

He really wanted to say something to Qi Fengyu, maybe it was like this?

However, when things came to an end, he felt uncontrollably anxious, and had no intention of arguing with others at all.

Between him and his parents, because of their eccentricity in the past, they have never been as close as a normal parent-child relationship.

In addition, when he had a mental problem later, he was even more unwilling and unable to communicate deeply with his parents and exchange feelings.

But he knew better than anyone else that Li Qin and Mu Yan really loved him.

This feeling is not fake.

It was the first time for Qi Fengyu to see this person so emotionally exposed, and he could almost read the anxiety flowing from every strand of his hair.

He sighed helplessly in his heart, knocked on the table with his fingers, and asked, "You know... what is your parents' greatest hope for you?"

He thought to himself, don't marry a wife and have children, this invitation is a grand banquet, and he rushed to separate the two.

Mu Shaoai gave the answer almost without thinking: "They want me to be happy."

Qi Fengyu's body shook slightly, and he observed Mu Shaoai's expression calmly, but did not find any uncertain expression.

He believed what he said was the truth.

Qi Fengyu tightened his fingers slightly, and asked tentatively, "Maybe...they want to see you settle down?"

Mu Shaoai suddenly remembered that his mother seemed to have said such a thing.

He sighed softly, and asked, "Feng Yu, can you... pretend to be a real couple with me in front of my parents? Not this, this money relationship."

"Of course." Qi Fengyu wished to become a real couple with him, "Have you forgotten? I am yours now, no matter what you want to do, I will do it."

He prolongs the ending sound, which is quite unexpected and profound.

Mu Shaoai raised his eyelids, his face was cold, and he looked at him with accusation in his eyes.

Qi Fengyu subconsciously wanted to look for the tips of his ears, but found that he had combed his hair again when he went up to wash up, and the short, fine hair hid the entire ears underneath.

it's a pity……

Qi Fengyu thought regretfully,

Mu Shaoai took a look at his clothes and asked, "If you go over there tomorrow, you can't dress like this. Do you have other styles of clothes?"

Qi Fengyu's expression darkened on purpose for a second, pretending to be a bit embarrassed: "...and the suit worn at the last banquet."

Mu Shaoai: "..."

That's obviously even more inappropriate.

He glanced at the time: "I'll take you to buy clothes, just right, there is still one afternoon, enough."

"Okay," Qi Fengyu was still as obedient as ever, and even suggested thoughtfully: "I think it's better for us to rehearse before going to meet your parents. Why don't we use this shopping itinerary to practice? Let's see if we can do it." Make everyone think we're a couple."

He looked serious, as if his suggestion was not selfish.

Acting as a couple...?

This proposal made Mu Shaoai's heart beat a little faster, and he couldn't help but look into the eyes of the person opposite him.

Qi Fengyu looked at him without flinching, his inorganic eyes were clean and honest.

It's kind of considerate...

Mu Shaoai, who planned to take advantage of the opportunity, felt guilty for no reason.

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