Every day I am afraid that the president will find out that I am an undercover agent

I don't know what the trend is these days, everything has to be abbreviated, Mu Ling can't understand it, only knows that it is not a serious thing.

Pei Hang tried to explain to him in words that were not so easily blocked.

After listening to the beginning, the president interrupted him: "Okay, I see."

He held his forehead, as if he still didn't understand, or maybe he couldn't accept it.

Pei Hang shut up obediently, not knowing what else to say, he just lowered his head and kicked a small stone beside his feet.

In fact, it is nothing for boys to discuss sensitive topics.

But, but.

Mu Ling is almost old enough to be his father, would you share your impressions of watching a romance movie with your father?

The role of father has been missing in Pei Hang's life since he was a child. Only Lian Rong's elder brother is like a father, so he can play a little role.

He thought about the consequences of telling Lian Rong this kind of content.

His brother would probably wring his head off.

Mu Ling has no plans to silence him yet—or maybe he hasn't fully digested it yet, and is in a state of not knowing what to say.

Pei Hang called this state a crash.

He forcibly explained: "Actually, most of the people are watching the fun. Our school has many such relationships, both boys and girls, so everyone is not surprised and dare to say anything..."

Mu Ling shook his head and walked forward unsteadily.

Pei Hang felt that something was wrong with him, could it be that the crash was too much?Looking at the back of his head again, he wondered if he could format his memory and go back to the beginning if he came to a physical criticism at this time.

Just when he was hesitating whether to make a move, Mu Ling stumbled on the steps.

Wherever he stumbled, he sat down.

Pei Hang: "..."

Mu Ling sat down and didn't move. He curled his legs, propped his forehead with one hand, closed his eyes, and said in a low voice, "I'm a little dizzy."

Pei Hang has attended many banquets with Mu Ling this month. Except for the first time, Mu Ling didn't let him stop drinking, and no matter how much he drank, his expression was still as cold as usual, and he seemed to hold a good amount of alcohol.

It turned out to be just a look.

Pei Hang rubbed his temples and asked, "How much did you drink?" He hadn't fainted before and couldn't even walk steadily.

Mu Ling buried half of his face in his knees, and the flesh on his face was squeezed to bulge.

He said sullenly: "I went home immediately before."

Pei Hang understands that Mu Ling's alcoholism has a process of getting up, and it usually only happens when he gets home. Today, he doesn't know why he's having a fit, he's still walking outside after drinking too much, and stops eating halfway.

He simply didn't know what to say, so he said for a while, "If I hadn't come, you wouldn't know who would have picked you up halfway."

Mu Ling raised his head slightly, his eyes were a little distracted, but his expression was calm, and he said, "You are here."

Pei Hang said, "I'm really in a hurry to be your nanny."

To complain, he still pushed the president on his back. Fortunately, Mu Ling was not too drunk, not dead, and knew to put his arms around Pei Hang's neck.

He walked for a while and put the man down.

Mu Ling leaned on Pei Hang's shoulder and looked at him in a daze. Before he could see what was going on, his body lightened again—Pei Hang picked him up this time and sent him home.

Pei Hang sent a message to Xiao Shanshan and Zhou Yan, describing the whole process, and said, "I really should record a video to let the school guys see what Mu Ling's physical strength is. I can walk a half marathon with him in my arms."

Zhou Yan sent him an emoji of "I often don't fit in with you because I'm not perverted enough".

Xiao Shanshan asked: "Dear, is there something wrong with your mind?"

Pei Hang asked what they were doing.

Zhou Yan is modeling, and Xiao Shanshan is doing exercise after cooking.

Her digestion exercise is jogging from one campus to another, back and forth.

Pei Hang was in awe. There are 7 subway stops between the two campuses, not counting transfers. Sure enough, there is a reason why he can keep fit.

Xiao Shanshan asked him if he would exercise after dinner.

Pei Hang said, wait for the boss to take a shower and change clothes.

Xiao Shanshan said, if you still say you don't want his body, you are a lowly one.

Pei Hang said, just let the water go.

Xiao Shanshan said, you don't even care about his body, you eunuch.

Pei Hang didn't want to talk to her, he remembered the fear of being dominated by the big bathtub when he put Mu Ling's bath water on the first day at work.

The point of view comes back to him.

Because of Pei Hang's concealed competitiveness, Mu Ling was tossed in various ways, and without any temper, he was pushed into the bathroom without any resistance.

Pei Hang tidied up the scattered clothes. It was the first time he entered Mu Ling's house, and found that the layout was similar to the suite office, except that there were more photos on the wall.

I saw many of them in the office, but Pei Hang didn't pay much attention to them. He went to the kitchen to see if there were any ingredients that could be used to make hangover soup.

In fact, there is no hope. Mu Ling did not focus on his cooking skills at all. Pei Hang watched him cook once. The scene was like alchemy. into.

He felt that there should be no Yangjian food in Mu Ling's house.

When he dug out the well-sealed red beans, black beans, mung beans, etc., Pei Hang, who was as calm as he was, fell silent for 2 minutes.

After Mu Ling took a shower, he wiped his hair and came to the living room.

Pei Hang mixed the pile of beans with licorice to make hangover soup, and when he saw him, he said, "You don't have brown sugar at home, so you can drink it later."

After he finished all this, he was sweating profusely. Mu Ling said, "Go take a shower, I have new clothes here."

Pei Hang didn't refuse, it's summer, and there's nothing more annoying than being sticky.

When he came out after washing, the stove had been turned off, and Mu Ling was cleaning the empty bowls in front of the sink.

He is much more awake now, and his movements are light and precise. He told Pei Hang that fresh vegetables have been delivered, and there will be fruits later.

In this case, it is not good for Pei Hang to bid farewell immediately.

Mu Ling drained the bowl and put it back in the cupboard, while Pei Hang was bored looking at the photos in the living room.

"This is your friend?" he asked, pointing to the photos.

Mu Ling followed his fingers and nodded.

Then he came closer and lightly tapped the frame with his wet hands.

"This is my brother," he said, and his fingertips fell on those faces one by one. "Yiyun's mother, Qinghan, these two are Fang Yu and Fang Chen...Fang Chen saved my life."

The two brothers looked alike, and with the age of the photo, it was even more difficult to tell them apart when their faces were blurred.Pei Hang took a look and felt that Fang Yu was taller, Fang Chen was more bookish, and next to them was the younger—not as if—Mu Ling.

He couldn't help but compare it with the one beside him, wondering why this person wouldn't grow old.

But there is still a big difference. At that time, Mu Ling had a beautiful little appearance, delicate and delicate.But the aura is very sharp, like a sharp sword, with the kind of energy to rush to the forefront of everything, it is not at all the old cadre painting that is introverted and deep, down to earth, like salted fish sticking to the pot wind.

Pei Hang said sincerely: "You were so handsome when you were young, your whole body was shining."

Mu Ling said lightly, "Just like you now."

Pei Hang looked around, two-thirds of the wall was a group photo of the four of them, and one-third was a photo of Xie Yiyun from childhood to adulthood.

He said, "Why is there only a photo of Mr. Xie, and the others have no children?"

Knowing that the Fang family brothers all have descendants, he deliberately pretended to be curious and asked.

Mu Ling replied: "Fang Yu has a daughter, and Fang Chen has a son. For safety's sake, I didn't keep their photos."

Pei Hang looked at him in surprise, and Mu Ling said, "Li Chuan is two years older than Yiyun, and Xiao Hai is as old as you."

Li Chuan and Xiao Hai should be the names of those two children, they are Mu Ling's niece and nephew.

Pei Hang said: "Then they..."

Mu Ling said, "Li Chuan is abroad, Xiao Hai..." He paused, and then said, "If Xiao Hai is still here, you two should get along."

Pei Hang agreed, thinking what he was talking about, those who knew knew that Xiao Hai was not here, and those who did not know thought Xiao Hai was gone.

Then he realized something: "Chuan, Yun, Hai, should there be a mountain?"

But as far as he knew, Mu Ling didn't have a family, and there wasn't even any scandal.

Mu Ling nodded yes, and motioned him to look at the other wall.

The wall is covered with black and white photos, including men and women, old and young. Judging from the clarity, it is obvious that there is no color because of insufficient camera technology.

Pei Hang: "..."

Pei Hang said in a sad tone, "I'm sorry, Mr. Mu, I didn't expect your child to be on the wall."

"..." Mu Ling was silent for a long time before he said slowly, "What I'm showing you is the fish tank below, and the hill is my turtle."