The rich boss is my ex-boyfriend [entertainment circle]

Qiao Yu never expected Mu Zeyang to be so down-to-earth in front of him.

He worriedly followed to the kitchen, where Mu Zeyang had already rolled up his sleeves and started washing the dishes.

Seeing him coming in, Mu Zeyang drove him out: "I'll do as long as I come."

Qiao Yu shrugged: "Okay, then I'll leave it to you. I'll go hang the clothes."

After Qiao Yu finished washing the light-colored clothes, he went on to wash the dark-colored clothes for the second round.

He tidied up the sofa smoothly—the writing-related books and paper should be put on the bookshelf; the two dumbbells dug out from the corner of the sofa were placed in the storage compartment; The annual meeting dolls are all arranged in rows...

Seeing that Mu Zeyang hadn't finished washing the dishes, Qiao Yu cleaned the living room and mopped the floor.

Mu Zeyang returned from the kitchen after pouring out the water for the night.

Mu Zeyang: "Ayu, what do you think, how about I give you a dishwasher?"

Qiao Yu: "Of course. But...the kitchen is so small, where can I let it go?" He smiled, "When I get rich and buy a house, I will order you to give me a dishwasher as my housewarming gift."

Mu Zeyang thought for a while, anyway, he has the initiative to give the gift, so he can decide when to give it or not?

Even if Qiao Yu doesn't buy a house and move to a new house, it would be nice to buy it as a gift for Qiao Yu during the holidays in the future, so he nodded obediently: "Okay, then it's settled."

"You write something, I'll wash the fruit." Mu Zeyang thoughtfully said, "I know, your online writers have to update every day, right. It's very hard."

Qiao Yu smiled: "It's not hard if you like it."

Mu Zeyang gave him a thumbs up.

Qiao Yu turned on his computer and sat down. He wasn't that big-hearted. He wrote about their youthful past and their resurgence of old love under Mu Zeyang's nose. He just checked the regular updates, and then listed the following The outline of the chapter.

In this way, there are only some key words and key plots in the table, even Mu Zeyang who was watching could not understand it.

Fortunately, Mu Zeyang will not watch to disturb his writing.

While Qiao Yu was writing, Mu Zeyang put the washed fruits in Qiao Yu's hand, took his mobile phone and went to the bedroom to watch financial news or deal with some emails - he also had things to do.

The two of them did not disturb each other, the air was quiet and not awkward.

Qiao Yu wrote for a while, then turned her head and asked, "Want to listen to the song?"

Mu Zeyang smiled back: "Okay."

Qiao Yu turned on the music software and played the music.

【Disadvantages of falling in love with an angel

in a language of the devil

……

……

We meet on narrow roads in our lifetime

will not be spared

The palm of the hand suddenly grows entangled curves

……

……

Before being sensible, after being emotional

not more than a day

can't keep

Can't figure it out

fleeting time】

Faye Wong's "Fleeing Years" sounded like this——

This song fits the mood pretty well.

Qiao Yu's thoughts drifted back to high school.

Qiao Yu heard this song for the first time during the art festival in the first half of the semester of high school, and was immediately amazed by the lyrics of the song.

At that time, he and Mu Zeyang were just at the time when the little ambiguity was on the rise, but they didn't understand love. When they encountered such ambiguous and extremely fitting lyrics, they couldn't help but feel sad along with the lyrics.

Time flies.

At the age of lamenting that fleeting years are fleeting, we are actually in fleeting years.

At that time, Qiao Yu still kept the habit of keeping a diary. He copied the lyrics in his private notebook, and at the same time, based on his mood at that time, he wrote a love letter to Mu Zeyang.

——but didn’t send it out.

When I grow up and listen to this song, I really understand the ignorance and regret in it.

Listening to this song, Mu Zeyang also fell into a little confused meditation.

After one song is played, skip to the next one.

Eason Chan's "Ten Years"——

【If those two words are not trembling

I won't find me uncomfortable

...]

Qiao Yu: "..." What's going on today, why did the playlist jump here.

It's so fitting!

He cut the song and switched to the Gufeng channel, listening to the confrontation between Jin Ge and Iron Horse on the battlefield, listening to the grievances and grievances of the happy rivers and lakes...

It's much better than this kind of lingering and crooked love song.

Listening to the new melody, Mu Zeyang secretly looked at Qiao Yu's little expression, and couldn't help laughing.

"Ayu, have we known each other for ten years?" Mu Zeyang asked.

Qiao Yu's hands on the keyboard paused slightly: "...well. Ten years."

Mu Zeyang put down his phone, walked over, and surrounded Qiao Yu from behind: "Thank you for coming to my world. Thank you for giving me a chance to come to your world after ten years."

"Don't get your hopes up too much." Qiao Yu's arrogant nature caused him to say duplicity, "If we date, we still have a very difficult road to go in the future."

Mu Zeyang said softly: "I understand. I was too impatient and put pressure on you." He promised, "Don't worry, this time, I will definitely solve the uncertain factors on our future road. I will never wrong you .”

Qiao Yu: "I'm not wronged. Just treat it as..."

Realizing that the latter words were a bit inappropriate, he swallowed them back.

Mu Zeyang insightfully said: "Let's just treat it as a stable sex-friend relationship. We are all adults, and it's normal to have needs. Besides, we have dated before, and you know my bed-sex-kung-fu very well. It should... be very satisfactory, so... I am willing to serve you when you need it."

He snatched words, promised, and teased himself in one go, and then lowered his posture to such a low level. Qiao Yu's temperament of being soft but not tough, of course, has no excuses.

He is actually insecure.

And... Ever since his mother died and he left the Qiao family's parenting relationship, he has been alone.

The love relationship and family relationship at the beginning brought great harm to Qiao Yu. Although he is mature now, he has also worked hard to develop a cold-hearted and indifferent appearance. , still very insecure.

It's like a mimosa.

It grows timidly and quietly in a corner of its own world. Occasionally when it is happy, it will spread out the leaves to explore the world, but once someone comes close to and touches it, it will wither and shrink the leaves and heart.

Dare not give, also dare not ask for.

I just want to maintain a mechanical, cold, so-called balance.

"Continue to create, I won't disturb you." Mu Zeyang thoughtfully hugged him from behind, and went back to the bedroom to get busy.

Qiao Yu took a deep breath and let it out slowly. The document he opened this time was no longer the key words and key plot records, but the text——

Qiao Xiaoyu dated Yang Zemu for the first time, and it was the first time he went out.

Qiao Xiaoyu was not proficient enough and sprained his ankle. It was Yang Zemu who carried him to a nearby hospital...

Qiao Yu thought that even though many years of self-restraint had made him cold-hearted, the little warmth from the past was enough for him to absorb.

After finishing the first chapter, Qiao Yu glanced at the time, it was just after ten o'clock.

He got up and stretched, only to notice that he didn't eat much fruit next to him, so he went to the bedroom to find Mu Zeyang with the fruit plate.

Fresh strawberries are big and sweet, and when you eat them, they are sweet to your heart.

Especially... when you feed each other mouth to mouth... it's sweeter.

When the fresh and tender strawberry juice falls on the neck, collarbone, and chest muscles tacitly, it becomes more addictive...

Qiao Yu looked at Mu Zeyang's handsome face with dazed eyes, and thought to himself, there is a saying that Mu Zeyang said is quite right.

He's really happy with his driving skills....

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The author has something to say:

Please collect it, can you let me go to the 200 collection, alas, 4 is only 200 short!