Stop flirting, I can't stand it

——[Mu Hongmo]: "I'm afraid you suddenly want to say something, but no one listens."

After seeing this sentence, Lu Qi suddenly left from the seat by the window, and sat on the bed with his mobile phone in his arms—as if he was afraid that the car he was watching Mu Hongmo leaving would be discovered.

But he also knew in his heart that with Mu Hongmo's position, he couldn't be seen by the window at all.

——Even if he can see the villa from the car, Mu Hongmo doesn't know exactly which one he lives in!

After he sat back on the bed, he carefully took out his phone and read the sentence sent by Mu Hongmo again.

……

The previous bit of boredom had almost disappeared on the way back, and now even the last bit was inexplicably smoothed away.

This comfort is like a clear spring in an oasis, coming clear and clean.

Lu Qi thought for a long time, and typed the word "good".

He looked at the chat box and considered for a long time before finally pressing the send button.

At the same time as sending, he threw the phone aside in a "self-defeating" manner, lay down on the bed, grabbed SpongeBob SquarePants and other pillows, and buried his face in it.

The heat spread along the base of the ears, and the bottom of my heart was like a little squirrel with a furry tail.

——Mu Hongmo's words are really... really pick people's lifeline.

...Hiss, it hurts a little.

Xu Shi rubbed the pillow on the wound on his face, Lu Qi subconsciously reached out to touch it.

What came from the fingertips was not skin, but slightly hard cloth.

band Aid.

The Band-Aid that Mu Hongmo gave him.

... Lu Qi covered his eyes, turned over and lay down on the pillow.

Terrible.

Under the fingers that cover the eyes, the curvature of the corner of the mouth cannot be suppressed.

==

"morning."

At 09:30 on Sunday morning, Lu Qi wandered downstairs.

It only took a week for this damned biological clock to go to work, and he just transformed him into what he is now after sleeping late - he thought to himself.

"Morning, young master." Mama Zhang turned around and prepared Lu Qi's breakfast for the table.

Breakfast is a protein-based fitness meal that Lu Qi ordered.

Listening to him humming a little tune and putting the eggs into his mouth, Mama Zhang couldn't help but look at Lu Qi more.

The young master looked in a good mood.

When Lu Qi came back yesterday, his face was dark and his face was still bruised, which really shocked Mama Zhang.When he repeatedly asked Lu Qi if he wanted to call a private doctor, the man waved his hand and refused, saying that he had already dealt with it, and then he went upstairs without saying a word.

Who can rest assured after seeing the state?

At first, I thought that the young master would have to turn a bad face this morning, or he might not get up at all.

——Lu Qi has always been like this, even if there is something unhappy, or if he had a conflict with others when he was in school, he never said anything to him, he just said it's okay and don't worry about it.

However, Lu always has a temperament of not caring.

As long as Lu Qi doesn't say anything, this one really can't see.As long as Lu Qi is going to school and doing things, all other small omissions don't matter, even when he went out to play at night and came back late at school, he didn't see Mr. Lu say anything.

I don't know what happened to the young master last night. I thought he might be in a bad mood today, so Zhang Ma specially baked some egg tarts - Lu Qi has liked to eat these since he was a child.

It's just that I didn't expect Lu Qi to be in such a good mood to hum a song when we came together today.

……

"Mother Zhang, do you have any milk?" Lu Qi asked aloud.

"Yes, yes, it's just warmed up." Hearing the sound, Mama Zhang turned to get the hot milk.

The milk was placed in front of Lu Qi, and the man's nose moved——

"Why is it so delicious?"

"Egg tarts are baked."

Sure enough, Lu Qi's eyes lit up when he heard the word "egg tart".

He has liked to eat the egg tarts made by Zhang Ma since he was a child. They are rich in layers and rich in taste, and the milk taste is heavy but not too sweet.

Seeing Lu Qi's reaction, Zhang's mother was also happy. She turned to look at the oven and said, "It will be ready in 10 minutes."

Lu Qi nodded and said "OK".

Immediately, he asked as if he remembered something: "My dad always goes to work on weekends?"

Zhang Ma nodded: "Yes, the master basically does not rest, and goes to the company every day."

"What about his secretary? Doesn't he take a break?" Lu Qi asked.

Mama Zhang was taken aback: "This... I don't know about this."

"fine."

I saw Lu Qi finished his breakfast in two or three, picked up his mobile phone and hurried upstairs: "I'll ask Mi Yang... By the way, Mama Zhang! If the egg tart is baked, help me pack it up, and I'll take it out to eat later .”

……

Mu Hongmo took a sip of his coffee, and turned the pages of the book under the sunlight coming in from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

It is a rare free Sunday, and there is no sudden work that needs to be dealt with at the company.

——Since Lu Qi came back, President Lu has helped him reduce a lot of the work at hand, and there are only a few projects that need to be followed all the time.

Yesterday afternoon, after working out, I went to the company to keep an eye on the progress of the project in hand.

In the past, weekends were basically spent in the company, but now it only takes a few hours.

Mr. Lu's meaning is actually very obvious, and Mu Hongmo also understands - he wants him to take care of Lu Qi.

He originally asked for this job on his own initiative, even if Mr. Lu didn't tell him, he would do it well.

It is because of the duties of the secretary, but naturally there is also selfishness.

Put the cup back on the table, and Mu Hongmo put the book flat.

I feel a little restless when I read a book today—even though I am reading text, the wounded face of a young man always appears in front of my eyes.

The eyes are stubborn, and when looking at people, the eyes are rounder than usual, a bit like a wild dog.

Focusing on the phone, Mu Hongmo called up the chat history from last night.

Even though he had seen it many times, he still stared at the word "good" and looked again.

——"Didi Didi"

At this moment, the phone came in.

Mu Hongmo frowned, it was an unfamiliar number with no name saved.

He picked it up with a cold and polite tone: "Hello, hello."

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Mu Hongmo?"

"Yes."

"Your takeaway has arrived, please go downstairs to pick it up."

Mu Hongmo frowned and said, "I didn't order takeaway."

"Ah? Are you Mr. Mu?" The tone on the other side was also very puzzled.

"I'm."

"Is your phone's last number..."

After confirming his identity, the delivery man who called confirmed: "This is your takeaway. If you didn't order it, maybe your friend ordered it for you. Please come down to pick up the meal as soon as possible. I have already ordered it." arrive."

Mu Hongmo didn't raise his brows. Hearing the sound of "Dididi" that the other party had hung up on the phone, he finally put on his clothes and prepared to go downstairs.

When Mu Hongmo arrived downstairs, when he was thinking about when his mobile phone number was leaked and who might be the person who ordered takeaway for him, he saw a familiar person.

I saw Lu Qi wearing a beige windbreaker and carrying a bag in his hand. Seeing his surprised expression, he stroked his hair as he walked over, and then casually said:

——"What a coincidence, Secretary Mu, do you live here? I just bought some delicious egg tarts, do you want to eat them?"

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