Quick wear: when I get close to you

Mo Mo looked at Mu Cong'an who was scrolling through his cell phone at the dining table with an awkward smile and said, "Mr. Mu, morning... uh... I mean, you haven't gone to work yet?"

Mu Cong'an put his phone on the table, "Don't call me Mr. Mu anymore? Don't call me you anymore? I got used to it very quickly."

Perhaps he realized that his words seemed to be sarcastic, so he added dryly: "The skirt is very beautiful."

Mo Mo sat up straight in an instant. She thought Mu Congan had discovered something.

"Mr. Mu, last night..."

"What did I do last night?"

The two spoke almost at the same time, and Mu Congdian paused, "What did you say?"

Mo Mo was secretly glad that the secret was not revealed: "It's nothing, Mr. Mu, I mean... I didn't enter your bedroom on purpose last night. You were drunk last night, so I had to send you to the room, so …”

Mu Cong'an nodded: "I know it's not your fault. I just wanted to ask what I did last night. I woke up this morning... feeling a little uncomfortable."

"Mr. Mu, I was the only one who helped you up last night. My strength was a bit weak, so you had some bumps and bumps along the way. Your body may be a little sore."

It wasn't me who pinched it, it wasn't me who pinched it, Mo Mo hinted to himself crazily.

"So that's it, then my eyes..."

Mo Mo quickly spoke: "After I sent you in last night, I wanted to help you wipe your face, but my arms were so sore that I couldn't control my strength, so your eyes may be a little sore."

Mo Mo didn't dare to say that it was the boss who made her eyes look like this, not to mention that there was a cooking aunt beside him. The boss still wanted to save face, and Mo Mo was afraid that he would be silenced.

Mu Cong'an nodded to show that he understood. Before leaving, Mu Cong'an asked Mo Mo again: "Did you...did you touch my phone last night?"

Mo Mo quickly shook his head, "No, after I helped you take off your coat last night, I put your phone on the bedside table for you, and I haven't touched it since."

Mu Cong'an hummed: "Thank you for taking care of me last night and the honey water you made."

Mo Mo waved his hand, "It's okay, it's okay. I'm relieved to see you're okay. Drink less alcohol in the future."

Stop being so delirious and scary. Mo Mo added another sentence in his mind.

Mu Cong'an paused slightly: "Thank you for your concern."

In fact, Mu Congan hardly drinks much, because Mu Congan himself knows that his drinking capacity is not good, so he usually drinks less or not at all.

But the recent events and the strangeness in my heart were all blocked together, so I accidentally drank a few more drinks.

After Mo Mo sent Mu Congan away, he sat down and had breakfast in peace. After breakfast, he had to hold a video conference with people in his MM studio.

Eat well, live well, and work hard to make money! Yeah yeah yeah!

After Mo Mo cheered herself up, she recalled the scene last night - last night she finally waited for Mu Cong'an to torment her until she had no energy left, so she quickly took advantage of that opportunity to pull off Mu Cong'an's shirt. She changed it back again. Although she didn't know if Mu Congan would remember all this when she woke up, it was okay to be a little more rigorous. She was afraid that Mu Congan would not remember everything that happened and she would find that her shirt had been changed when she woke up in the morning. And he raised an army to investigate the crime.

If you remember...then take another amnesia potion.

Then Mo Mo found Mu Cong'an's cell phone and deleted most of the messages he had sent her, leaving only some simple greetings. Then she put Mu Cong'an's cell phone back on the bedside table. .

Mo Mo was originally worried that after Mu Cong'an's memory was deleted yesterday, he would see some messages sent to him on his mobile phone that were relatively intimate and inconsistent with Mu Cong'an's personality. After all, there were many people in Mo Mo's circle of friends yesterday. Mu Congan's name is in the friend visit record.

But looking at his appearance today, he probably didn't see any of the messages he sent to Mo Mo. He probably entered Mo Mo's circle of friends directly by nodding his avatar in the circle of friends, which made Mo Mo feel more at ease.

Mu Congan kept staring at his mobile phone on the way to the mental hospital.

He woke up very early this morning. He noticed some discomfort in his body and guessed it was due to a hangover, so he didn't dwell on it. After getting up to wash up and exercise, he received a message from Qian Zixu - he asked Qian Zixu to continue looking for Mo. Traces of foam.

The news I received from Qian Zixu in the morning was that Mo Mo was still studying abroad.

The word Mo Mo brought back some strange and familiar fragments in Mu Congan's mind. He always felt that his relationship with Mo Mo was not what he remembered, and he felt that the person who made him feel that way was , there will definitely be an unforgettable story between them.

But now he can't even remember Mo Mo's face. This is definitely abnormal.

The same feeling that Bai Wei brings to herself is the same. Bai Wei always brings a similar feeling to herself.

But I have never had any contact with Bai Wei...

At least this is the result of my own investigation.

So after Qian Zixu sent him a message, he clicked on the chat interface between himself and Mo Mo in his WeChat friend list, wanting to know more about it.

But there were only a few simple greetings in the chat box, which made Mu Congan even more headache. He really felt that this shouldn't be like this.

He even doubted his own mental state.

So I contacted my psychiatrist friend to verify whether there was any problem with my mental state or mental state.

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In the afternoon, as soon as Mo Mo comforted the cooking aunt and planned to cook by herself, Mu Cong'an came back.

Mo Mo was a little surprised and poked his head out of the kitchen with a spatula in hand, "You're back, Mr. Mu? Is there anything you want to eat? I just planned to cook by myself."

Mu Cong'an raised his head and glanced at Mo Mo indifferently, lingering on her neck for a moment before looking away, "There's nothing you want to eat, just watch and make it yourself."

After saying that, he went to the study. Mo Mo shrugged without any surprise and planned to continue cooking in the kitchen.

But as soon as he entered, he ran out to ask his aunt about Mu Congan's taste.

"Mr. Mu doesn't eat much at home, but according to my observation, he prefers sweet dishes."

Mo Mo nodded understandingly, then let's make fish-flavored shredded pork and sweet and sour pork ribs.

After Mo Mo finished cooking, he hesitantly went upstairs and knocked on the door, "Mr. Mu, it's time to eat."

Mu Congan stood up and opened the door tiredly, "Sorry, I have no appetite right now."

Mo Mo was stunned, "I've been doing this for a long time...it's not good for your stomach if you don't eat, and you drank so much last night."

Mo Mo wanted to persuade Mu Cong'an to go out for dinner. It's not hard to imagine what Mu Cong'an has gone through in the past few years, from a young boy to now, when everyone calls him "Mr. Mu". Mo Mo wanted to be nice to Mu Cong'an now, and in the original plot, Bai Wei relied on her cooking skills to get closer to Mu Cong'an step by step.

"The shopping mall is like a battlefield. How can you go to the battlefield well without eating good food? And..."

"I know." Mu Cong'an felt a strange feeling in her heart. She took a long step and walked sideways past Mo Mo.

Mo Mo was secretly congratulating himself on the success of his persuasion when he heard a steady voice from above his head, "Why did you call Mr. Mu back again?"

"Also, although I have no right to interfere with your private life, I don't want you to bring a man home."