Boss is mine

Su Muzhe put down the beer, opened his mouth, but didn't say anything, and said for a long time, "...don't be joking, Minghe."

His heart was beating fast, a little sluggish from the effects of the alcohol, but it wasn't far from being drunk.Han Minghe's words roared and crushed his reason, Su Mu stood up subconsciously: "Don't make such a joke..."

"I'm not joking." Han Minghe moved the empty plate away and put it on the other side. There was nothing else between him and Su Muzhe.

Su Muzhe didn't know what to say, so he simply closed his mouth, and the two fell into silence again.His heart was beating fast, Su Muzhe reached out and rubbed the center of his brows, and suddenly heard Han Minghe ask, "What did Zheng Yun call you?"

The topic was a thousand miles away from the one just now, Su Muzhe let out a sigh of relief, thinking that it was the steps that Han Minghe built for him, so he went down the steps: "Teacher Su."

Han Minghe raised his eyebrows: "What about Qiu Qing?"

Su Muzhe: "...Susu."

Han Minghe didn't know what medicine he took wrongly: "So affectionate..."

Su Muzhe sighed, and answered him with a good temper: "...he felt that calling Muzhe was too awkward. It was the same as calling Zhuge Liang 'Ge Liang', so he called Susu."

These words almost made Han Minghe unable to speak his prepared lines. After a pause, Han Minghe approached: "Susu..."

Only then did Su Muzhe realize that the end of the stairs was not a retreat, but Han Minghe's routine. He blushed and looked back: "Just call Teacher Su, don't give up eating because of choking..."

Su Muzhe's breath smelled of alcohol, and the faint scent of Han Minghe's body was close at hand. I don't know if it was the smell of alcohol or the physiological reaction of the defendant, his face was burning.

"I can give you what you want...I want to be with you." Han Minghe said.

Su Muzhe was silent for a while, but finally he only frowned slightly and said, "You are...too sudden."

Han Minghe's expression darkened instantly.

Su Muzhe couldn't bear it, and changed the subject in a negotiating tone: "I'm a little sleepy, can I borrow the bathroom?"

Han Minghe didn't say much, nodded and took away the plate, and Su Muzhe drank the remaining half bottle of wine, leading the way.Su Muzhe stood there and looked at Han Minghe's back with a complicated expression.

After showing Su Muzhe where the bathroom is, Han Minghe told him to wait a while.Han Minghe's apartment is smaller than his. Just now when the two of them went to the balcony, the light in the living room was not turned off. Standing at the end of the living room and looking at it this way, it was just as empty as Su Muzhe's own home.

Su Muzhe's heart was in a mess.

"Put this on, it's new. It's been washed." Han Minghe's voice sounded, Su Mu covered his head, and saw him handing over a pure white cotton long sleeve.Han Minghe bent down in front of him, and he subconsciously took half a step back, noticing this movement, Han Minghe's shoulders were stiff, and Su Muzhe saw that Han Minghe had put a pair of slippers in front of him.

"Thank you..." Su Muzhe didn't say much, took his slippers and went into the bathroom.

When closing the door, he realized that Han Minghe was still outside, and there must have been a loud noise when locking the door, so Su Muzhe didn't press the door lock—the two had such a conversation just now, and it was too much to lock the door in front of Han Minghe. It's mean, not to mention he believes in Han Minghe's character.After a few seconds, the shadow outside the frosted glass faded, and it sounded like Han Minghe had entered the room.

Su Muzhe took off his clothes and hung them up, walked into the glass compartment, the hot water was slightly scalding, Su Muzhe adjusted the temperature for a while, and the shower flushed his heart and mouth.Pouring water on his face, Su Muzhe suddenly remembered that he had not taken off his contact lenses because of the many things tonight.

After washing, Su Muzhe reached out to wipe off the water mist on the mirror of the sink, and took off the daily disposables in a clean area, and his eyes were suddenly blurred.Looking at the mirror, he sighed, a little wanting to talk to Qiu Qing.

... Missing Qiu Qing's sharp tongue, as a bystander, I should be able to give him a suggestion.

No matter how much he wanted to stay in the bathroom, he had to go out. Su Muzhe put on his long sleeves, and he had to put on the suit pants first, and then changed when he got home tomorrow morning.Opening the door, moist water vapor poured out from the bathroom behind. Su Muzhe saw Han Minghe sitting on the sofa drinking, and the silhouette of the young man was lonely and lonely.Hearing the sound of the door opening, Han Minghe turned his head and pointed in a direction. Su Muzhe narrowed his eyes to barely see his gesture.

"That's the guest room. I've already made the quilt cover." After a pause, he said, "...just lift the door lock up and it will be locked."

Su Muzhe was overwhelmed by what he said, and said "no" before entering the door.

The sound insulation effect of Han Minghe's apartment is very good. You can't hear the outside sound at all in the room. I don't know if Han Minghe is still drinking or has gone to sleep.Su Muzhe decided to go out to take a look, and if he was still drinking, he would try to persuade him, but when he thought about why Han Minghe was drinking, he felt that if he did this, it would be too much.

Su Muzhe could only sit on the bed and chat with Qiu Qing on WeChat:

"Are you asleep? How is Ye Lang?"

Qiu Qing replied after a while: "I haven't slept, wait until he finishes this bottle of drip."

Su Muzhe: "Where's your assistant?" Qiu Qing still has work tomorrow, and his manager isn't here. It's not a good idea for Qiu Qing to suffer like this. It's not until I say something that I realize what's wrong.

But Qiu Qing had already said it for him: "I'm lying on the hospital bed."

Su Muzhe: "..."

"What's going on with you, tell me in detail." Qiu Qingyu made a voice call, Su Muzhe subconsciously cut it off, looked at the door, and replied helplessly: "I'm at Han Minghe's house, it's not convenient to answer. "

Qiu Qing: "Oh, he fell asleep?"

Su Muzhe let out a long sigh. He was in a very bad mood and decided to shock Qiu Qing's mood too, so he said:

"No, he confessed to me."

Qiu Qing only replied with two words: "I rely on you."

Resisting what he was about to say, Qiu Qing got up and bent over to approach Ye Lang on the hospital bed, and tried the temperature of the other's forehead with his lips.After feeling all right, he closed the door of the ward, leaned against the wall and typed with both hands.A nurse patted him on the other side, and Qiu Qing nodded, put on his mask and continued to question Su Muzhe.

"What's the matter? How long have you known him, confess? He's gay? Then you still live with him? Did you agree?"

Qiu Qing spoke one sentence after another, and quickly swiped the screen.

Su Muzhe had no choice but to answer one by one: "I've known him for a long time... a few months. I just found out that he is gay..."

After answering the last question, Su Muzhe pulled the pillow on his lower back, sat up and thought.The bedside lamp in the guest room is wall-mounted, and the switch is next to the bedside. Su Muzhe reached out and pressed the light to turn it on. His whole body was shrouded in the faint light. He replied to Qiu Qing: "I didn't agree."

Qiu Qing was silent, and replied after a while: "Are you hesitating?"

Su Muzhe: "..." When Qiu Qing saw through it, he no longer missed his precision.

Qiu Qing pretended to fight Su Muzhe to the death: "Okay, Comrade Su, let's analyze yourself."

Su Muzhe was funny, and his mood was amused by Qiu Qing: "...I still expect you to dissect me."

Qiu Qing: "I don't know anything, and you didn't tell me the details. Then let me ask you."

Su Muzhe crossed his legs and assumed the habitual posture of sitting on the bay window of his house: "You ask."

Qiu Qing: "Do you hate him?"

Su Muzhe: "No."

Qiu Qing: "Did he ask you anything?"

Su Muzhe was stunned for a moment before realizing what the problem was. Qiu Qing was afraid that Su Muzhe would make the same mistakes again.Su Muzhe typed slowly: "Probably not, I have nothing to help him directly. He has more followers on Weibo than me, and he doesn't sing."

Qiu Qing: "It sounds like I have a conscience."

"Then why did you reject him? Have you thought about it?"

I really didn't have time to think about it, Su Mu said in his heart.

After asking this question, Qiu Qing was not in a hurry to ask for an answer. The two had been friends for six or seven years, and Qiu Qing knew Su Muzhe's character better than anyone else.He has to think clearly to solve one thing.Su Muzhe thought about Qiu Qing's question, why did he reject Han Minghe?

Because the acquaintance time is too short?But feelings are not judged by time. In this world, some people hit it off immediately, and some people are still acquaintances after decades.

Is that because you don't like this person?Thinking of the several heartbeats when facing Han Minghe today, Su Mu lowered his eyes.

Probably... because I wasn't ready.

I had just trudged out of the mud with my front feet, and before I changed into clean clothes and took a shower, and was ready to move on, a man suddenly appeared and asked if you want to walk hand in hand with me.He was in a mess and exhausted, and he really didn't have the courage to hold this hand and walk on the new road.

"Because it was too sudden, I wasn't ready." He said.

Qiu Qing replied in seconds, apparently standing in front of the phone.

"When you're ready? Will you promise him?"

This question is even more difficult to answer than the one just now, Su Muzhe sighed and leaned against the head of the bed.The wall is cold, and a layer of long sleeves is useless.

He also thought of Han Minghe's look back on the set of "Feng Qi Wu"... Is he a face control?Su Muzhe was distracted and complained about himself.

"Yes." He replied.

"Then it's over. If you don't want to cherish it, just pretend that nothing happened today. If you want to cherish it, tell him and ask him if he can wait. If he gives up after waiting for a short time, it proves that you are not suitable. If you want to wait It will take a long time to get ready, then resolutely reject him and don't drag others."

Su Muzhe was convinced, and the three fat people in his heart applauded expressionlessly: "...the publishing house asked me last time if I could write some love experiences for a collection of essays, and I will recommend you to them."

Qiu Qing: "Get out, Ye Lang woke up, I'm going back."

Su Muzhe: "Go to bed early too, don't stay up all night."

Qiu Qing: "Understood, go worry about your wild man."

Su Muzhe: "..."

Putting down the phone and still not falling asleep, Su Mu chose the bed, and he went back to his parents' house to sleep. He would choose the bed from childhood to adulthood. Qiu Qing laughed at this matter for several days.Thinking about what Han Minghe said, Su Muzhe turned off the bedside lamp.

What he wanted, Han Minghe said he could give it to him, so what did Han Minghe want?

Su Muzhe was woken up by the small sound outside the door. Su Muzhe got up after getting dressed, without glasses, androgynous 30 meters away, and human and animal were not distinguished [-] meters away. He could only see Han Minghe packing things in front of the sofa .

"woke up?"

"Well. Are you going out? I'm going back too."

Han Minghe's eyes were black and blue, and his eyes were very red. Hearing this, he cheered up: "Okay, then I won't see you off."

Su Muzhe figured it out, and his mood was comfortable and calm. At most, he was thinking about how to tell Han Minghe that he was a little nervous while washing his face.It was so hard that Han Minghe sat on the sofa after packing up his things, looked at the bathroom door, and was full of thoughts that Su Muzhe had left this door today, and maybe he would never have a chance to get close again.

The two have different thoughts. When one decided to go out, he said that he hoped to pack up quickly, while the other wished he could endure thousands of hardships and cherish this last bit of time spent together.But time is the same for everyone, and the two of them still stood at the door together.

After a night, Su Muzhe's shirt was wrinkled, and Han Minghe was going to catch up with the announcement from City B, so he tidied up his body. Apart from being in a bad mood, his body was neat and tidy.The scent of the perfume smelled last night enveloped Su Muzhe again.

Han Minghe put on the doorknob, Su Muzhe called him to stop.

"Minghe."

Han Minghe gritted his teeth and refused to turn his head. After a few seconds of silence, he slowly turned around and looked at Su Muzhe.It was only when Su Muzhe got closer that he could see his tired face clearly.He was a little distressed, and looked at Han Minghe for a few seconds before saying: "I thought about what you said yesterday. I can't accept you now..."

"It's okay..." Like a stone falling steadily in his heart, Han Minghe was very sad, and forced a smile.

"No, it's not." Su Muzhe interrupted him gently but resolutely, he reached out to touch the black spots under Han Minghe's eyes, and said softly, "I want to say, can you give me some time."

Su Muzhe's fingers were very cold, whether it was the cold fingertips touching his face or the content of these words, Han Minghe was shocked.Su Muzhe has no intention of stopping:

"...I'm not at the best stage of entering a new relationship, and I don't even know you well enough. But I don't want to give up on you, and I don't want to wrong you, so can you give me some time to adjust my state."

Han Minghe didn't speak, Su Muzhe was a little nervous, he took a breath between his teeth, and said in thought: "I will try my best to adjust, it won't be too long...you can give up at any time, after all, this is my problem .”

The answer was Han Minghe's hug.

Han Minghe put his arms around his waist, buried Su Mushi's shoulders, rubbed his hands from the back of his shoulders to his waist uncontrollably, and hugged Su Mushi tightly into his arms—the suit jacket that wasn't too wrinkled was completely crumpled. Got pickles.

"Okay. I'll wait for Teacher Su."

Su Muzhe put his hand on Han Minghe's shoulder and patted it.

Let's hope he's had his luck and that he's the right guy this time.