Boss is mine

At the Star Celebration, Su Muzhe opened his car. Han Minghe was driving a company car. Before getting in the car, he bent down and held the door, and entered his home address on Su Muzhe's mobile phone map with one hand. Su Muzhe Zhe sat in the driver's seat and held up his mobile phone for him.

The screen light shines on Han Minghe's face. He is not familiar with the map app Su Muzhe uses, and frowns slightly to find the search box on the screen. In the hands of Minghe.

"...Tired from bending over."

Han Minghe smiled embarrassedly, straightened up and fiddled with the map, and after more than ten seconds, he lowered his head and returned the phone: "Just follow me, there should be no need for navigation."

Su Muzhe nodded.

Two cars left the underground garage one after the other.

When they were still ten minutes away from the apartment where Han Minghe lived, the two hit a red light and stopped in the waiting traffic. Su Muzhe looked at the rear of Han Minghe's car ahead, his thoughts wandering.

Too many things happened tonight, he just remembered that today he and Han Minghe met face to face for the third time.Perhaps because the interaction on WeChat is too familiar and relaxed, he seems to have known Han Minghe for a long time.The traffic ahead began to crawl, and Su Muzhe moved tens of meters, and was stuck in front of the next red light again. The traffic flow was like a long snake, and there was a tendency to get stuck again before passing.Su Muzhe reluctantly took out his phone.

After clicking on Weibo to refresh the news on the homepage, Su Muzhe saw the Weibo that Han Minghe had just posted.

Han Minghe V: stuck in front of a red light...

Su Muzhe was a little funny and forwarded it.

Ci by Su Muzhe V: The same is the end of the world.

Before he could read the news, the signal light turned green in the distance. Su Muzhe put down his phone and concentrated on driving. This time, he was lucky, and the two passed the intersection in the last few seconds while rubbing the green light.

Han Minghe's apartment is on a high floor, and Su Muzhe followed Han Minghe into the door. The moment he turned on the light, he smelled a faint scent of men's perfume in the room, which was the same smell as Han Minghe's suit.There was no one in the apartment, and Xiao Zhao got orders from Han Minghe not to come today.Su Muzhe put on the slippers that Han Minghe brought over: "Thank you."

Han Minghe identified the sofa for him, and went to pour water for Su Mushi himself: "The guest room has been cleaned up, and it can be used after spreading the quilt."

Su Muzhe: "Okay, I'll do it myself later."

Han Minghe laughed: "There is no such thing as asking a guest to do such a thing."

Han Minghe warmed up two cups of milk and sat opposite Su Muzhe: "Drinking tea at night is not good. There is nothing else at home. Teacher Su doesn't hate milk, does he?"

Su Muzhe took the cup: "I don't hate it, I really like it."

He looked at the sofa where Han Minghe was sitting, and always felt that the scene and the color scheme were familiar. He looked carefully at the furniture behind him. Su Muzhe took a sip of milk and raised his chin to indicate the corner of the sofa: "Where is it? I sat here that day. Call me?"

Han Minghe took a sip of milk in his mouth, almost choked when he heard the words, blushed unnaturally, and hissed: "...I drank too much, and I caused trouble for Teacher Su."

Su Muzhe answered subconsciously: "No, it's quite cute."

After he finished speaking, he realized that something was wrong. Han Minghe now knew that he was gay, and he also helped to deal with the mess of his ex-boyfriend. The definition of sexual harassment is different, and he has to avoid suspicion.There are some straight guys who are gay and feel that they are coveted. Although Han Minghe is not mean, it is better not to take the initiative to touch other people's minefields.Before Su Muzhe could come up with a topic to change, Han Minghe said embarrassedly: "Hey, it's fine if you don't hate it, just read it... My assistant also said that he would take out the video of that day and laugh at me."

Su Muzhe's words were interrupted, and he shook his head with a smile.

"By the way." Han Minghe suddenly remembered something, "I have some books by Mr. Su, Mr. Su, please sign me. I don't have a chance to sign the sale. The real person is here, and I have to cherish the opportunity."

Su Muzhe naturally agreed. Seeing that Han Minghe was going to the study, he stood up and followed him: "I'll come over and sign. I'll let you serve tea and books while sitting down. Those who don't know will think I'm an uncle."

"Okay, this way." Amused, Han Minghe naturally agreed.

Pushing open the door and groping on the wall for a while, Han Minghe turned on the light, and Su Muzhe looked around the house.

There are two large black wooden bookshelves against the wall, one for books and the other for magazines and CDs.The desk with some printing paper scattered in a mess is very large, and in front of the window are treadmills and fitness equipment that Su Muzhe can't name.

Han Minghe bent down and picked up the pillow on the gray sofa and straightened it: "It's a bit messy."

"It's okay, it's fine." Su Muzhe said sincerely, withdrawing his gaze from looking around.

Han Minghe went to the bookshelf and pulled out three books, and Su Muzhe took them: "...Hey, you bought them all?"

"Yes, I'm a fan of Teacher Su." Han Minghe pulled away the wooden chair in front of the desk, and Su Muzhe sat down. When he was about to borrow a pen, he saw a small regular script in the pen holder.

"You write calligraphy?" Su Muzhe asked.

Han Minghe was confused by the question, and only realized when he saw Su Muzhe's gaze: "No, I bought it and tried it a few times, but I didn't have the foundation or practice. It's just a waste of writing."

"Then I'll sign it for you with a brush. The last time I promised to write a banner for you, I haven't written it yet." Su Muzhe suggested.

Han Minghe opened the desk cabinet, turned over the inkstone at the bottom of the box for Su Muzhe, and heard Su Muzhe mention that he was going to sign a banner for him on the set, as if his heart was lightly touched by a warm finger.Han Minghe poured ink into the water. His household items were all novice tools. Su Muzhe didn't mind. He took off his suit jacket, held the pen in his right hand, and rolled up the cuff of his shirt with his left hand. He dipped in ink and inscribed on the title page of the book.

Han Minghe stood beside him, looking down at Su Muzhe's exposed wrist and writing hand, slightly lost in thought.

The lamp in the study is in the middle of the house, and the shadow of the hand falls under the sleeve, elegant and delicate.

Su Muzhe signed quickly, and the three books were placed beside him to dry the ink. Su Muzhe turned his wrist and put down the pen. Han Minghe suddenly said, "Everything is laid out. If Teacher Su doesn't mind, please write me something." ?”

As he spoke, he handed over a blank rice paper.This is the rest of the stack he bought a long time ago.

Su Muzhe agreed, dipped his ink again, and asked distractedly, "What to write?"

Han Minghe: "...whatever."

... He wanted Su Mu to write his name, but he didn't say it.

Su Muzhe thought for a while, and wrote a paragraph in traditional characters with four characters in one line, four lines in parallel: "The stars and the moon are bright and clear, the bright river is in the sky, there is no sound, and the sound is among the trees." His lower case is more romantic than others, The sixteen characters are free, easy and bright. Putting down the pen and getting up, Su Muzhe pushed the paper towards Han Minghe, holding the pen sideways to prevent the ink from getting into other places, and said: ""Fu of Autumn Sounds" contains your name. Get up and say this."

Han Minghe picked up the paper and looked at it for a long time before opening his mouth slowly, and whispered half-jokingly: "It looks good... I really like you, Teacher Su."

After he finished speaking, he smiled and went to pack the ink and paper. Su Muzhe took a pen and glanced at him, and then followed up to help after a few seconds.Perhaps it was because the ending of Han Minghe's words was too deep, like a sigh... His heart beat a beat faster.

Both of them had something to eat at the celebration, and they didn't have dinner formally. After asking Su Muzhe's opinion, Han Minghe started to cook noodles with fried sauce.

Su Muzhe can also cook, but Han Minghe said that this is at his house, and he can't refuse to take over the task of cooking.Putting on an apron, Han Minghe skillfully patted the garlic and chopped it to fry the sauce. Su Muzhe didn't want to sit alone in the living room waiting, so he leaned on the sliding door frame of the kitchen to talk to Han Minghe.

The oil pan was sizzling, Han Minghe put in the minced meat and stir-fried, and when he was almost done, he poured out the sauce and said without raising his head: "Mr. Su, there is a bag of noodles on the top floor of the refrigerator near the door, help me Can you bring it here?"

Su Muzhe turned around to get the noodles, and handed the noodles to Han Minghe: "You are a skilled cook."

Han Minghe smiled: "My mother used to run a noodle restaurant."

Su Muzhe was a little surprised. Seeing his expression, Han Minghe smiled and said, "My dad left early, and my mom opened a noodle shop for me to study. I often help out after finishing my homework."

Su Muzhe was thoughtful.

Han Minghe was afraid that he would think he was uncomfortable bringing up sad things, so he answered immediately: "After the first movie came out, I asked her what she wanted to do, and she said she wanted to open a hot pot restaurant. Now she is the proprietress, and her life is worse than being a star's son. It’s also fashionable, pinching my blacks on Weibo all day long.”

Su Muzhe was amused by his few words: "That's great. Auntie and you are very good."

Han Minghe hummed, picked out the noodles with a pair of chopsticks, and thought: I want you to call her "Mom" even more.

The atmosphere was good, and Han Minghe asked in a homely manner, "Where are Teacher Su's parents?"

Su Muzhe helped pour the sauce on the plate: "They are teachers. My dad teaches English, and my mother teaches Chinese."

"Also working in city B?" Han Minghe asked as the two walked towards the dining table with their plates.

Su Muzhe: "No, in my hometown, I'm not from City B."

Han Minghe: "Oh... a high school teacher? Teacher Su is the child of the teaching staff."

Su Muzhe was making noodles when he heard the words and shook his head: "University teacher, the university I studied in city B is not with them."

Han Minghe: "..."

Su Muzhe really looks like a man raised in this kind of scholarly family.Thinking about it, Han Minghe picked up his mobile phone to take a picture of the two bowls of noodles on the table, and Su Muzhe's hands and shirt cuffs were caught in the mirror.Han Minghe raised his mobile phone and shook the photo at Su Muzhe: "Can I post on Weibo?"

Su Muzhe glanced at him, hesitated for a moment: "Is it good for you?" After that, he paused and sighed, "What happened tonight...you saw it too, hanging out with me may have a big impact on your circle. not a good reputation."

Han Minghe seemed to be hurt by his words. He lowered his head and edited the Weibo content, and said softly but firmly: "There is nothing wrong with it. They are not qualified to judge you, and I don't mind this kind of reputation."

Su Mu stopped covering the noodles, and smiled sincerely: "That's right, then post it."

As he spoke, he also picked up his phone and opened Weibo to forward it.

The Weibo that I posted just now when I was stuck in traffic has been retweeted thousands of times. Han Minghe is a newcomer, and I don’t know how many people squatted to him to post.Lao Chen didn't completely turn Han Minghe's Weibo into a team account. He thought that young people might like Han Minghe's daily interaction with them. Now it seems that this decision is right.

Han Minghe V: I had dinner with @诗作苏木船, and I look forward to Mr. Su's rating of my craftsmanship.

The fans who rushed to the top quickly captured this Weibo, and there were comments such as "Praise me who has never hacked Han Minghe". After 1 minute, the hot comments had taken shape, and one of them saw the truth clearly. Screaming loudly: "Is this the meal eaten at home! Ah! Brother Minghe cooked the noodles himself!"

Su Muzhe forwarded it and said, "[-] out of [-]."

His comments are not as many as Han Minghe's, and the style of hot comments is also very different.

For example: "What did I see, the second article today is not a happy forwarding..."

Su Muzhe: "..."

Han Minghe put down his phone and looked at Su Mushi's face swiping Weibo: "Teacher Su hasn't tasted it yet, how do you know it's [-] points?"

Su Muzhe raised his eyebrows: "Intuition." After that, he stopped looking at Weibo and began to eat noodles seriously. Han Minghe stared at him eating noodles, like a chef who is sincerely looking forward to evaluation.

The sauce is a bit salty, and it tastes just right when mixed in the soup-absorbing noodles. The noodles are rich in flavor and neither soft nor hard.Su Muzhe took a bite: "I want to change the score."

Han Minghe was quite confident in his cooking skills, but he was taken aback when he heard this: "...is it not to your liking?"

Su Mu smiled: "Out of [-] points, it should be [-] points."

Han Minghe: "..."

After the meal, Su Muzhe took the initiative to clean up the dishes, while Han Minghe called Lao Chen on the sofa.When Su Muzhe's cell phone rang, Han Minghe held his cell phone in one hand and Su Muzhe's in the other, and went to the kitchen to find the owner of the cell phone.

The call was from Qiu Qing. Su Mushi's hands were full of water and dish soap, and he couldn't find a towel for a while, so Han Minghe simply helped him connect and put it in his ear.

Qiu Qing asked straight to the point: "Why are you at Han Minghe's house? What happened just now?"

Su Muzhe turned his head to look at Han Minghe, lowered his eyes and said, "Zheng Yun came to see me today, Minghe helped out, Zheng Yun said he was going to wait at my door, I don't want to go back, you are not at home, so come to him gone."

Qiu Qing raised his voice immediately when he heard the words, and even Han Minghe could hear the curse: "Did he owe someone to dance on the grave? I'll ask someone to dance for him!"

Qiu Qing worriedly asked Su Muzhe to ask his assistant to go home and take a look at it tomorrow, so that Zheng Yun wouldn't hang up the phone if he was in trouble.Han Minghe finished calling early.Su Muzhe just forgot for a moment, and let him listen to it for a long time with his hand full of foam.