wine is character

Musu didn't know if that guy would rush people to buy porridge tonight, so he deliberately delayed the closing time, and started counting the running water in the shop when he had nothing to do.

The reason why he hesitated when he first decided to open the store was to settle the accounts, because Musu really hated mathematics, and he hated calculations even more. He had to press the calculator countless times to barely reconcile the accounts.

"Return to zero, return to zero." There were no customers in the quiet shop, only Musu was lying on the table scratching his head and ears, pressing his finger on the calculator non-stop.

Suddenly a slender finger was pressed against the account book, and a warm breath was stained on the neck, with a faint smell of alcohol, "You miscalculated here." After finishing speaking, the forehead was tapped slightly hard by the bent joints of the fingers. Knocked.

Mu Su was startled, shrank his head and turned around, glaring at him, "The one who walks silently is a ghost, it's very scary."

"I want to buy porridge."

The simple four words made Mu Su leave his seat, and when he walked to the small stove, he watched Tan Qingfeng sitting where he had just been, and helped him do the calculations with a pen.

Just as Musu was about to pour the soy sauce, he thought that this man would die soon after recovering from a serious illness and being stimulated again. Just when his heart was softening, he looked up and saw the bright billboard outside. A few cloves of garlic were chopped into puree and mixed into the porridge: no one dared to ask Pan An for eating garlic.

The porridge was finished, but Musu didn't give it to him, because he was waiting for Tan Qingfeng to settle the accounts for him, and it wouldn't be too late to hand it over after the calculation.

After a while, Tan Qingfeng closed the notebook after finishing his calculations, looked up at Musu who had been waiting by the side, and signaled to him that it was time to serve the porridge.

Tonight's white porridge tasted a bit unique, and as soon as I got close, I guessed what the hell Musu had put in it.

Covering his nose slightly, Mu Su was happy, he knew that Tan Qingfeng didn't like garlic, especially now that he looked like this, the person who ate garlic and warmed the bed would be smoked away, thinking about it, he was happy again for a long time .

But in the end, Tan Qingfeng drank the garlic porridge one by one as if it was delicious. Although the taste of the garlic paste was not unpalatable, the after-effects were too great.

Talking about Qingfeng tonight is a bit strange. In the past, he would leave without saying a word after drinking a bowl of porridge, but today he sat in his seat and did not leave until Musu finished packing everything.

The two of them were so bored and alone for a free time, he actually felt a little uncomfortable, so he sat by the counter all the time, pretending to play with his mobile phone, while secretly looking at the motionless Tan Qingfeng.

Musu was drowsy, his head was bouncing, he was so sleepy that he was about to get angry, wondering if he ruined his good deed tonight, and now he is staying in the store and not leaving?

"You..." Just as he was about to turn around and question with the prepared words, Tan Qingfeng got up and walked towards this side. Seeing this, Mu Su also forgot to get up, and just sat on the chair and watched blankly.

Qingfeng walked up to Musu, bent down, and the distance between the two of them was only a few centimeters. Musu closed his eyes nervously, only revealing a slit, waiting quietly for what would happen next.

But after a long time, Tan Qingfeng seemed to be still. When Mu Su opened his eyes, he suddenly opened his mouth and breathed out towards him. The smell of garlic came to his nostrils, making Mu Su turn his head and almost fell off the chair.

Only then did Qingfeng smile complacently, bypassed Musu and took a bottle of milk from the refrigerator behind, reached out and rubbed his head vigorously as a punishment, then turned and left.

Sitting on the bar counter at home, Qingfeng casually took a few hawthorn slices and put them in his mouth to taste. Looking at the ordinary bottle of milk in front of him, imagining Musu's childish appearance, he started to laugh foolishly by himself. The face turned into Musu, with a sullen face as if Qingfeng owed him money.

"I don't even know how to calculate the accounts, but the business is not bad."

Seeing that it was getting late, he put the bottle of milk into the refrigerator, rubbed his thumb on it, as if he saw Mu Su, and went to the bathroom to take a shower after being satisfied.

After taking a shower, it was obvious that there was an extra person in the family.

Sure enough, Tian Chen was sitting in the living room, holding the bottle of milk just now in his hand, and had already drank more than half of it.

"Your habit of coming and going in and out of my house like this is not very good." Seeing the bottle of milk being opened, Qingfeng didn't blame him, but the intention of chasing guests was very obvious.

As soon as Tian Chen saw Qingfeng, he smiled happily, swept away his previous tiredness, and moved to Qingfeng's side, sighing, full of grievances, "I've been filming until now, and there will be tomorrow, I really don't have the strength to go back, Qingfeng take me in for a night. "

"I'm afraid this is not suitable, because in your current state, people follow you anytime, anywhere. I don't want to be the headline in tomorrow's newspaper." All the tricks were sacrificed, and I guessed in my heart that it might be a thought to drive away some talents.

"Those have been thrown away, you can take me in with confidence."

Tan Qingfeng's apartment is not big, it only has one bedroom, and there is no guest room for anyone. If you really want to take him in, either Tian Chen will sleep in the living room or Qingfeng will sleep in the living room.

After staying in the study for a while, when he was about to go back to the room, he saw Tian Chen was already sound asleep on his bed, Qingfeng shook his head helplessly and turned to the living room.

Looking at the half bottle of milk on the coffee table, I suddenly feel a little reconciled, and I don't know where this reluctance comes from.

When Tian Chen received the call the next day and woke up early, there was no one talking about Qingfeng in the room, nor was Qingfeng on the sofa in the living room.

Qingfeng drove to the other side of the city for exercise in a casual sweatshirt early in the morning.

Early in the morning, Mu Su yawned and walked to the small shop to open the door, but heard footsteps. He turned his head and saw Qingfeng, who was wearing a casual sweatshirt, running slowly towards him, with some exercise time left on his neck. Wet sweat.

He was obviously very surprised that this person appeared at such a time, and there was a faint panic in his heart. It was because he went to bed late, so could it be possible to get up early for him in the future?

"I'm here to buy porridge."

Qingfeng is another simple word, but this time Musu failed to react. When he retracted his thoughts, Qingfeng was very similar to what he posted, so frightened that Musu bumped his back against the rolling shutter door, and Qingfeng slapped his face like a prank. The nose took another breath, but this time the breath was very fresh.

Musu glanced at him boredly, turned around and opened the door, his thoughts kept falling on Tan Qingfeng beside him.As soon as the rolling door opened, he walked forward, but with a "bang", he bumped his head against the glass door, fell down the steps, bumped into Qingfeng again, and was supported by him.

Musu covered his head and rubbed vigorously. Hearing the laughter of the people around him, he was even more annoyed. After entering the door, he pushed hard, almost causing the door to die young.

This morning, Musu was very busy at work. He was full of anger when preparing the ingredients, and it would take a long time for customers to come to the shop. Musu did not maintain his personable and humorous appearance.

Suddenly, a hand covered the forehead and rubbed it lightly. Mu Su pushed it away mercilessly, squatting on the ground to sort out the ingredients.However, both arms were firmly clamped and pulled up by a pair of hands, and the whole person was staggered and embraced, and Qingfeng's lips landed on the spot where he was injured just now.

After a long time, Mu Su was released. At this time, his whole body was already stiff, but he heard Qingfeng laughing, "I'm right, your character is indeed quite violent."