Fairy, give back my grandfather

22

When the roommate Duan Cheng was immersed in the joy of embracing the male god, Mo Piao was sitting in the passenger seat of a Volvo with a dark face, ignoring the sight of the dog behind him and the sight of people around him.

Mo Piao: Mr. Qi, can I get out of the car?

Qi Songchen: Are you okay?

Mo Piao: It's all right.

Qi Songchen: Don't I have to pay for the medical expenses?

Mo Piao: No need.

Qi Songchen asked repeatedly several times, and Mo Piao resisted his temper and responded accordingly. After a few minutes of such a fruitless conversation, it was finally terminated by the hungry cry of the golden retriever in the back seat.

Mo Piao: Your dog called you.

Qi Songchen: I heard that, he must be hungry.

Mo Piao: ...Then why don't you take him to dinner? !

Qi Songchen's hands were on the steering wheel, the corners of his mouth were raised in a suspicious smile, and his peach eyes were slightly raised.

Qi Songchen; don't be in a hurry, things have to be resolved one by one, first come first, first come first, it's only right and proper.So, let's do the math for that night, shall we?

A puff of cold air floated from Mo Piao's back.

23

The "that night" that Qi Songchen said was definitely not a good memory for Mo Piao.

That was the first time he went to a bar, because he failed miserably in his first social interview.Mingchen Company is the place that Mo Piao dreamed of going in. It was really not a good feeling to be poured a basin of ice water into his blood.

Mo Piao ordered a cup of "Drunk Life. Dream. Death". The purple-blue liquid refracted an unusually dazzling brilliance through the lights of the bar. The stars twinkled, but the ups and downs of the particles inside could not be seen clearly.

Just like him, a group of falling bodies with no direction.

It was at this time that Qi Songchen sat next to Mo Piao.

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Mo Piao admits that he has never seen the world, but he has also heard from friends that there are a group of beautiful teenagers in this bar for people to entertain, with various styles for anyone to choose from.

Qi Songchen was honored to be part of the series of "Uniform. Uniform. Temptation. Temptation" in Mo Piao's eyes.

—

Jiu Zhuang was cowardly, Mo Piao held up his glass, and floated to Qi Songchen's side just like his name.

It's a pity that the memory was cut off from here, but it's even more pity that none of those fragments that should be forgotten were forgotten.

Mo Piao even remembered reaching out his hand to undo Qi Songchen's few buttons, and after being carried outside by him, he vomited once, and started crying and pouring bitter water on the stranger again.

Later, it seemed that a person who claimed to be an assistant walked up to them with a fragrant golden retriever, and respectfully called "Mr. Qi".

After Mo Piao reported the name of the school, he fell directly into Qi Songchen's arms.

24

The past is unbearable, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward, Mo Piao sat in the car, thinking more than once, Li Yu is really talented.

The car stopped in front of an apartment, Qi Songchen picked up Mo Piao who was on pins and needles, and swaggered upstairs.

Qi Songchen: Cook for me, treat it as a tip you owe me.

Mo Piao: Can't you use the medical expenses you owe me to deduct it?

Qi Songchen rubbed his chin, his eyes narrowed: I remember someone said no compensation!

Mo Piao: ……………

Qi Songchen raised his eyebrows: How about you make a promise with your body?

Mo Piao: I will cook.

Qi Songchen smiled crookedly in the living room.

-

Mo Piao originally wanted to cook, but the refrigerator was almost cleaner than his face except for a bag of noodles and two eggs.

The dinner must be egg noodles, there is no chance.

When Qi Songchen looked at the clear soup on the table with little water, his dissatisfaction was conveyed again and again in his eyes, Mo Piao flicked a thousand catties, refrigerator and noodles, you choose one.

Qi Songchen: Can I choose you?

Mo Piao: Get rolling!

With a smile on his face, Qi Songchen sat next to Mo Piao, took a bite with his chopsticks, and muttered, what a wife cooks is delicious.

Mo Piao: ...you give me back the noodles.

Qi Songchen asked back: Do you think what you cook is not delicious?

Mo Piao: It’s delicious.

Qi Songchen nodded: Then you are my wife?

Mo Piao:? ? ? ?

What shit logic? !But he was speechless.

24

After dinner, Mo Piao washed the dishes, and when he came out, he found Qi Songchen sitting on the sofa with a notebook on his lap.

Mo Piao didn't dare to disturb him, sat silently on the other side of the sofa, and took a copy of "One Hundred Years of Solitude" from his schoolbag to read.

Qi Songchen raised his eyes, a smile flashed across his eyes, and he lowered his head to work again.

-

An hour later, Qi Songchen finally finished his work, rubbed his stiff neck, looked at the full-fed golden retriever lying comfortably on the carpet, couldn't help but bent down and rubbed its head.

In a blink of an eye, on the other side, on the spacious single sofa, Mo Piao had already fallen asleep. The brown hardcover book was placed on his lap, and the opened page was wobbling.

Qi Songchen smiled silently, walked over, and leaned over.

Mo Piao was extremely quiet when he was asleep, his delicate facial features were not only immature, but also showed edges and corners, white and beautiful, like a white porcelain vase.

The sky had already darkened, and in the empty living room there was only fragmentary light projected from the opposite building.

Qi Songchen supported Mo Piao, but touched his lips inadvertently.

Hmm... It was softer than last time, Qi Songchen couldn't help but kissed again, but it woke up Mo Piao.

25

In the living room, on the sofa, Mo Piao was half-trapped in Qi Songchen's arms, his eyes went from hazy to clear and hazy again.

Four eyes facing each other.

Mo Piao: What are you doing?

Qi Songchen: What do you think?

In the darkness, Mo Piao casually touched his lips and turned his eyes away.

Mo Piao: Why?

Qi Songchen: I like you.

Mo Piao: ...I don't bend.

Qi Songchen: You can break it.

Mo Piao: ...Refused.

Qi Songchen was not annoyed either, he raised the corners of his lips, pinched Mo Piao Guangjie's chin, pressed his forehead against his, and whispered:

"It's okay, the future is long, I can wait. One day you will be willing."

Mo Piao gritted his back molars, pushed Qi Songchen away with force, and rushed out the door.

Qi Songchen looked at the door that was slammed shut with a bang, his legs kneeling on the sofa bent, and he just sat down on the sofa.

He covered his eyes, grinned,

He remembered that night when Mo Piao was crying in his arms so hard that he couldn't help himself, talking about how he worked so hard but was overtaken by others, how he wanted to enter Mingchen Company first, and how he wanted to experience life with the self-made boss as his goal. Bitter in the heart, but even the words she scolded were not vicious, and sounded like kindergarten children.

26

Qi Songchen thought of himself back then.

I don't know how many pitfalls I fell and how many roads I walked to get to where I am today.

He thought he had long forgotten how the word clean was written, until he saw Mo Piao's clean eyes.

Hmm... If you can't be an employee, let him be the boss's wife!

He must be willing.

Qi Songchen raised his head, feeling his heart beating happily.

The golden retriever lay on the ground, scratched his head, and hiccupped.

It's full and doesn't need to be fed.