Qingqiu [Transmigration Book]

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"Haven't finished writing today's manuscript?" Xu Zhixian finished washing the dishes and saw Mu Qingqiu still typing in the study.

Mu Qingqiu explained without turning his head: "No, it's tomorrow." Then he continued to type.

Seeing that this person was full of literary thoughts, Xu Zhixian stopped bothering him, and found Mu Qingqiu's newly bought "Social Contract Theory" to sit aside and read it.

Originally, Xu Zhixian was not so knowledgeable.

When the two first got together, Mu Qingqiu sometimes coded at night, while he watched from the sidelines, and sometimes asked Qiuqiu why men and women mainly met in coffee shops, why women mainly kept a cat instead of a dog...

At first Mu Qingqiu would explain patiently, but gradually he was rarely seen rushing to draft at night, even when Xu Zhixian came home, he put the computer on standby.

I didn't care about it before, until one night two or three months after confirming the relationship, Mu Qingqiu rushed to draft again, and after Xu Zhixian's three questions, he became furious: "Stop asking! Your train of thought has been interrupted by you! Just stay and go! !"

Xu Zhixian was pushed out of the study by the angry little lion.Staring at the quiet door, he realized that the intimate interaction between the lovers he thought was interfering with Qiuqiu's work.

After that, Xu Zhixian didn't ask any more questions.On the contrary, sometimes Mu Qingqiu would take the initiative to bring it up to himself, talking about where it got stuck and where the arrangement was not satisfactory.

With a "click", Mu Qingqiu turned off the display screen, and turned to see Xu Zhixian reading the book he bought last month with great interest.

"What are you looking at?" Mu Qingqiu asked casually.

Xu Zhixian raised his eyes: ""The Foundation of Inequality" is very interesting." He glanced at the black screen computer behind Mu Qingqiu, "Finished?"

"Hmm. The word count for the weekend is out. Did you have something to say just now?" Mu Qingqiu vaguely remembered someone standing behind him asking something.

Xu Zhixian glanced at the time on his watch: "It's nothing too important. I just want to take you to a place. It's not too late now. Shall I go and have a look?"

Mu Qingqiu remembered that it was past eleven o'clock in the evening before turning off the computer, and he was at a loss: "Where is it?"

Xu Zhixian smiled slightly, but did not explain: "I'm driving, you go and change your clothes."

In the middle of the night, Jiangkou City is still bustling. Although the roads are not full of traffic, there are still many cars, and there are many street barbecue businesses.

The air conditioner in the car is very warm, and the serenade is slowly flowing in the car.Looking at the brightly lit street scene, Mu Qingqiu became increasingly sleepy.

He knew he was still in the urban area, but he didn't know where it was going.The familiar An Xin's ebony agarwood lingered on the tip of his nose, and Mu Qingqiu just leaned against the car window and fell asleep.

Taking advantage of the red light, Xu Zhixian casually took a down jacket from the back seat and put it on him, lightly stepped on the gas pedal, and turned down the sound of the music.

The silver car stopped in the empty underground garage, Xu Zhixian looked at Mu Qingqiu who was still sleeping soundly, hesitant.

It's a bit of a mistake, Xu Zhixian thought.It will be Mu Qingqiu's birthday soon, and I originally wanted to show him his birthday gift at midnight tonight.But more important than birthday is that Qiuqiu has a good rest, and it's not too late to wake up tomorrow.

Qiuqiu probably forgot.Xu Zhixian smiled lightly, unbuckled Mu Qingqiu's seat belt, and slowly wrapped his arms around his waist so as not to disturb his sleep as much as possible.

The moment Xu Zhixian picked up the man, Xu Zhixian frowned slightly, the man became lighter again.

He quietly put Mu Qingqiu's slender arms under the draped down jacket.I couldn't help but think about how I was carried to the bathroom by these two sticks the day before yesterday?

"No."

Xu Zhixian was startled, thinking that he had accidentally woken him up, but he heard the man raving: "Xiao Shou has a cold personality, it's impossible to take the initiative to confess..."

Saying that, Mu Qingqiu turned sideways in his arms, tightly hugging Xu Zhixian's chest.

Xu Zhixian suppressed a smile to himself, this person always thinks about novels in his dreams.

He sighed helplessly again, it was because he always forgot to sleep and eat so that he was lighter than himself, obviously this person was half a head taller.

Last year, Xu Zhixian told Mu Qingqiu that if you don't want to cook, you can call the club or hotel and ask them to deliver it, or ask Mama Wang to do it.

But occasionally, I can find that Qiuqiu's food has not been moved.

With this hug, Xu Zhixian seriously suspected that the person who was not able to prepare lunch for himself every day did not forget it occasionally, but often forgot it.

Xu Zhixian took the elevator to the top floor, but stopped in front of the door: the apartment door opened with the room card is different from the elevator button, you can just use one finger, not to mention the room card is still in the pocket of the suit and is pressed by Qingqiu .

Xu Zhixian looked at the doorknob, thinking that it would be unlocked with the latest fingerprint in a few days.

In the end, he raised Mu Qingqiu slightly, and opened the door through his clothes.

After finally entering the door, Xu Zhixian closed it with one foot.The sound of tight metal stitching still woke Mu Qingqiu up.

"Um……?"

"Sorry, I still woke up. If you are sleepy, go to sleep, and I will carry you to bed."

Mu Qingqiu, who was originally in a daze, thought he had arrived home, and got up in a hurry: "No, no. I am, why did I fall asleep in the car... Didn't you say you want to take me somewhere? Did you miss the time? Feel sorry……"

"It's already here." Xu Zhixian glanced at his watch, "I didn't miss it, it was just right. Qiuqiu, happy birthday!" Xu Zhixian lovingly stroked Mu Qingqiu's cheek, and leaned over to kiss that soft lips.This kiss was like raindrops gently falling on the petals, mixed with the joy and love of the rain, and the petals were caught off guard.

"This is a birthday present for you, especially this French window at night." Xu Zhixian and Mu Qingqiu interlocked their fingers.

Mu Qingqiu was a little ignorant, following Xu Zhixian's line of sight, he saw a bustling city lights coming into view.

Not far away is the colorful Jiangkou Tower. Walking a little further, you can overlook the night view of the river bank. The embassy street is brightly lit, and cruise ships slowly pass by.The red and yellow Jiangkou Bridge is so small, it forms a symmetrical ellipse with the reflection, and the traffic on the bridge can be vaguely seen.

Along the Otowa River, you can see that the bay of Xingang District is a bit dark, with only a few bright lights to assist the freight in the port.

The bustling night scene on the other side could be seen in a panoramic view, and Mu Qingqiu was fascinated by it.After a while, he realized that this was neither Xu Zhixian's office nor his home.

"Where is this place?" Mu Qingqiu looked around, and from the lights outside, he could tell that this was a hardcover apartment, which reminded him of the birthday present that Zhixian had just mentioned...

"This can't be your new apartment, right?" Mu Qingqiu turned to look at the people beside him.

"Well, I'm sorry, I took the initiative to buy you a penthouse, I remember you said last year."

"Using a house as a birthday present?? Too extravagant..."

"It's okay." Xu Zhixian smiled slightly, took Mu Qingqiu's right hand and kissed the back of it lightly, and stroked the ring on his ring finger, "Would you like to go to the bedroom? The upstairs is higher and has a roof. Or You want to take a look at the apartment, if the decoration is not suitable, I will ask the designer to change it. However, it is recommended to look at it tomorrow."

"And the rooftop? I want to see it!" Mu Qingqiu's drowsiness had long been swept away.

What kind of rich gift is this?

birthday?The kind that gives you a penthouse.

...What should he give next year?

Mu Qingqiu went upstairs with some headaches.

The roof is different from the crowded Jinmao Tower with various facilities and machinery. The huge roof is empty and empty, only the cold wind howling.

Mu Qingqiu stood in the center, looked at the scenery on the river side, and soon saw the Jinmao Building, which was taller than this apartment.

"Where is this? I remember that there were no residential buildings here, nor such tall buildings..."

"Well, it's newly built. Didn't you say you bought a penthouse last year? You got a good piece of land before."

Xu Zhixian didn't say it clearly, but Mu Qingqiu could tell that this was a building specially built for him!

Isn't it good to make this land into a shopping mall?The location is so good.Upscale hotels are fine too.It is still so expensive to build a house, how many people are willing to buy it at a high price?Now the enthusiasm for real estate speculation is on the decline.

Seeing that Mu Qingqiu didn't speak for a long time, Xu Zhixian knew what he was thinking. After all, he was still very familiar with this industry, although he was no longer working in the real estate industry.

So, he explained: "Don't worry, the pre-sale is already sold out. I don't use the previous sales model, and the house price is fluctuating. Moreover, it is mainly aimed at the rich. Security and real estate are the main selling points. There are still many celebrities who have booked."

"That's right, real estate is a huge profiteering industry, half of which can be sold back." Mu Qingqiu shook his head with a smile, "Go back to the house. The wind is too strong and it's cold."

"Okay." The corners of Xu Zhixian's lips curled up slightly, and he led the man downstairs and back to the house.

That night, Xu Zhixian let Mu Qingqiu torment until four o'clock in the morning.

Early the next morning, at the regular morning meeting of Linda's top management, everyone watched Mr. Xu standing at the table listening to the report with his eyes covered in pandas, with a cup of black coffee in his hand, looking very tired.

After the meeting, Mr. Xu looked over several reports and left the office.

This is the first time Linda's hard-working CEO has asked for leave for personal reasons since he took office. Obviously, this workaholic boss rarely even uses the annual leave he deserves. He usually sits in the office until 05:30 even if the company has nothing to do.

Employees speculate:

Some people think that the career-minded boss finally can't survive his youth and wants to rest flexibly.

Some people feel that the boss has finally reassured these executives and acquiesced in allowing them to show their talents.

Some people thought that the president and his wife had a quarrel, and the wife refused to let the president go home, so he was so tired because he didn't sleep well in the office all night.

……

However, no one knew that the president actually slept soundly last night, but he didn't recover because of the short time and excessive exercise.

Xu Zhixian who returned to the top floor carried a piece of cake into the room.

"Here. You can eat first, or wait a while. Although it's not as good as yours, it's okay. I'll catch up on sleep first..."

Mu Qingqiu took the small square box, glanced at the trademark on the box, his eyes straightened: This is a black swan with three Michelin stars!The cake style seems to be custom-made.How could it be better than the cake that I made out of impromptu practice with clumsy hands?

Mu Qingqiu put the cake aside, and followed into the room: "Yesterday seems to be a bit over, you left in a hurry this morning, let me rub some medicine for you."

Xu Zhixian hummed and fell on the bed.

At the beginning, when Mu Qingqiu asked if it was cool or not, Xu Zhixian responded a little bit, but gradually he just simply snorted, and later, what responded to Mu Qingqiu was an inaudible snore.

Mu Qingqiu sighed slightly, quietly pulled up his trousers, covered the quilt, and tiptoed out of the room and closed the door.

He gently leaned against the bedroom door, bubbling with happiness.

No one can love himself more than Xu Zhixian.Obviously not a luxury person, but because of an expectation that he can't remember clearly, he "fake public affairs for personal gain".

He gave all his "selfishness" to himself.

How should I repay him?

The author has something to say: [Small Theater]

Xu Zhixian: You have promised yourself with your body, how can you repay it?

【The author's nagging】

In fact, I originally wanted to set up a helicopter for Mr. Xu to go to work, and I thought it must be cool.But thinking of the noise of the helicopter, he gave up. Mu Qingqiu must have felt the noise. Xu Zhixian would not fly a helicopter to work, because sometimes Mu Qingqiu would make lunch in advance at night and sleep in late the next morning.In addition, this is not in line with Xu Zhixian's original habit of riding a bicycle and taking the subway to work.

Use it later when writing about rich people.