i want to send you a bouquet of flowers

Someone cleaned the house on a regular basis, and before Mu Zhaoyan said he wanted to live here, he cleaned it again. Although it looked deserted, there was absolutely no problem with the occupants.

Mr. Secretary also made a special trip here yesterday, filling the refrigerator with all kinds of vegetables and fruits, food and drink.

Mu Zhaoyan rolled up his sleeves and went to wash fruit for Li Jian, Li Jian was alone on the sofa with a pillow in his arms, in a daze.

He muttered in a low voice, at a volume only he could hear: "Mr. Mu is so careless, he must not know that the people he brought home have plans for him."

He went through it over and over in his mind, and suddenly thought: "Hey, hey, open the door of Mr. Mu's room in the middle of the night, and then, the overlord bowed hard!" But he looked at his feet that were still wrapped in bandages, and his thin arms …

This kind of thing can only exist in the mind...

I don't know when I will be able to abduct Mr. Mu, or if I have a chance to abduct him?

What a serious question.

Li Jian grabbed the small tassel on the pillow and thought.

"What are you thinking about?" Mu Zhaoyan put the fruit plate in front of Li Jian, and shook his hands around his eyes.

"No..." Li Jian took a sliced ​​apple and ate it in her mouth, but her eyes were fixed on Mu Zhaoyan, still thinking about the question just now.

"It's delicious if you don't, it's almost in your nose."

"oh oh."

It's around eleven o'clock in the morning, and the sunlight is pouring into the house from the floor-to-ceiling windows. Li Jian is a little smoky in such a bad environment. The sleepiness makes his eyelids heavy, and his blinking blurs his vision.

"Sleep if you want." He heard Mr. Mu say in his ear.

"But..." He leaned against the sofa and yawned, "Isn't it too good?"

"What's wrong."

Li Jian thought that he was like this twice when he came to Mr. Mu's house. The first time he fell asleep in the dark because of physical discomfort, and this time he fell asleep suddenly.

"I want to help you with something." Li Jian didn't want Mr. Mu to think that he was a lazy person who only knew how to sleep.

Mu Zhaoyan brought over a blanket, put it on Li Jian's body, covered it with a pillow, and patted the pillow: "Low down and sleep, you just need to have a good rest now."

Li Jian was still a little hesitant, but Mu Zhaoyan covered him with the quilt and gently touched the top of his head, so he couldn't say anything.

All that's left is to be obedient.

The blanket was very soft, Li Jian rubbed his face, the gentle touch was like someone gently caressing, he fell asleep while rubbing.

He originally thought that Mr. Mu's cooking skills would make him full, but when he woke up from the smell of food, he was still confused about where he was.

"Mr. Mu." He rubbed his eyes and called out subconsciously, "Mr. Mu."

"What's wrong?" Mu Zhaoyan's voice came from above his head, accompanied by the smell of roasted wings.

Li Jian sniffed, the smell of roasted wings became more intense.

"Are you hungry?" Mu Zhaoyan asked.

In fact, when Li Jian was sleeping just now, Li Jian already felt the alarm in his stomach, but the sleepiness overcame his appetite, but now the delicious chicken wings were placed in front of him, and his saliva was drooling after only drinking a bowl of porridge in the morning. It's almost dripping out.

In the past, he was the one who greedy others with food...

Regarding the matter of eating, Li Jian was very honest: "I'm hungry."

Mu Zhaoyan put the baking tray containing the roasted wings on the dining table, and poured Li Jian a cup of warm water, Li Jian took it, and felt a lot clearer after drinking it.

"Come and taste what I made." Mu Zhaoyan helped Li Jian to the dining table.

In fact, most of the injury has been healed. At least now Li Jian has no major problems walking, but his left foot is bit by bit, unable to use force, and his posture is not very good-looking. But as long as Mu Zhaoyan sees that Li Jian needs to walk, Will support him, no matter what time, the gesture is gentle, the expression is gentle.

But the usual Mr. Mu is always cold and reserved towards others.

So it's no wonder that Li Jian would occasionally think about such a question: Does Mr. Mu also mean something to him?

Li Jian looked sideways at the man next to him.

Mu Zhaoyan cooks Orleans grilled wings, and most of his lunches are Western-style meals, vegetable salads, steaks, cheese corn and the like.

"It turns out that Mr. Mu can cook." Li Jian was surprised, because Mu Zhaoyan in his heart was "Ten Fingers Don't Touch Yang Chunshui", the legendary kitchen idiot, the kind of person who would mess up the whole kitchen.

Looking at the delicious food on this table, Li Jian was really surprised.

"When I was studying abroad, if I didn't know how to make things by myself, I might have starved to death." Mu Zhaoyan cut open a chicken leg, basically separating the flesh and bones, so that it was convenient for Li Jian to eat. "But I can't do anything about Chinese food."

Li Jian cut off a small piece of chicken thigh and put it in his mouth. It was obviously delicious, but he felt that it must be covered with a thick layer of sweet but not greasy honey, which could touch his heart.

"It's delicious." Li Jian bit her fork and said softly.

An indistinct smile appeared on Mu Zhaoyan's face: "Thank you for the compliment."

Eating the favorite food made by the person you like with the person you like, so many likes are like a kaleidoscope overlapping, beautiful and colorful, it makes Li Jian's head a little dizzy, it is the kind of dizziness of joy Almost.

He thought for a while and said, "I can still eat Chinese food."

Mu Zhaoyan swallowed the food in his mouth, nodded, "I can feel it from your baked biscuits."

"Simple things like baking biscuits can't show my skills!" Li Jian hummed.

"Really?" Mu Zhaoyan stopped the knife and fork, "I'm looking forward to it."

After listening to Mr. Mu's words, all of Li Jian's ambitions were aroused: "Wait for me to make it for you!"

Li Jian was a bit stuffed after eating, lying on the sofa and rubbing his belly, what he ate at noon today should be about twice his usual food intake, which is really a bit too much.

He took out his mobile phone and found a few pictures from the photo album. They were the flowers he planted for Mr. Mu, Lily of the Valley, a simple, ordinary and not expensive flower, planted in that expensive flower. Basin, to be honest, is a bit reckless.But the crisp leaves, simple tones, and the flowerpot with exaggerated lines are somewhat neutral, at least it doesn't look ugly.

But it contained Li Jian's little selfishness.The flower language of lily-of-the-valley is happiness. As long as the lily-of-the-valley is in bloom, you will be blessed by the god of luck and live a happy and healthy life.This is his wish, he hopes that Mr. Mu's happiness is planted by him, and then watched to grow a little bit.

He took pictures of the entire growth process of the whole plant, and the potted flower is now lying quietly in the back garden of this house--before getting in the car to go here, Li Jian specially requested that it must be taken care of by himself, so he can take care of it. peace of mind.

Mr. Mu took the cat food and opened a can. He was feeding the naughty coal digger. The cat climbing frame had been set up while he was sleeping, and it was placed in front of the French window. The coal digger was holding a reserved Cat face, with a proud expression, eyes fixed on all the movements of Mr. Mu, the expression seems to say: Human beings, it is your honor that you pour food on me.

After pouring out the cat food, Mu Zhaoyan stood up and rubbed Du Mei's head in the same way as he rubbed Li Jian.

Li Jian watched, holding her breath a little, and rubbed her hand on her head.

The coal digger was originally outraged, but Mu Zhaoyan/拍/it made it very comfortable, and shamelessly took the initiative to ask for petting with the noble cat's head.

Is it that comfortable?

Li Jian pouted, she will never make delicious food for coal diggers again!Shrimp, dried fish, chicken, all go to hell.

But from this angle, Mr. Mu's perfect side face is blurred by the light, with some indescribable tenderness, and there is a faint smile on the corner of his mouth...

Li Jian was dumbfounded.

He suddenly felt that his nose was a little warm and itchy, and when he rubbed it with his hand, it turned red.

Ahh!

Seeing a handsome man actually makes your nose bleed?

Li Jian wiped it again in disbelief, but it was still blood red.

He hastily took out a few tissues to block it, feeling infinitely sad and sorrowful in his heart.

Single for 20 years, the pain of a little virgin!