Pillow people and dignitaries

At seven o'clock, the thin sunlight fell on the bedroom floor through the gap in the curtains. Fu Junchi was lying on the edge of the bed, fully dressed, not even covered by a quilt.

He just slept through the night.

Fu Jun got up slowly, sat on the bed with one leg bent, and accidentally woke up Mu Zeqiao on the other side.

"Brother Fu..." Mu Zeqiao's fever, which had been covered with a quilt all night, had almost subsided. He vaguely remembered that he put Brother Fu to sleep on the bed last night, "What time is it..."

Fu Junchi rumpled his messy hair and unbuttoned a button on his neckline. Because he just woke up, his voice was provocatively low and hoarse, "Huh? It's still early, you can go to bed later, I'll go wash it Take a bath."

Mu Zeqiao closed his heavy eyelids and retracted his head into the quilt, like a chick just hatched, ignorant.

It may be because of the fever last night. Mu Zeqiao slept very deeply, and he didn't wake up once, and he didn't even have a dream. It was thanks to his illness that he had a good night's sleep.

Although Mu Zeqiao was still sleepy after waking up, he could no longer go back to sleep.

Mu Zeqiao lay on the bed for a few minutes, and when he regained consciousness, he got out of bed and looked for a bathrobe.

Last night's fever caused him to sweat a lot in the middle of the night, which soaked his short sleeves. Although they were dry now, he was still uncomfortable to wear.

Fu Junchi was still taking a shower in the bathroom, so he simply changed into his bathrobe in the bedroom. The familiar cell phone rang in the living room. Mu Zeqiao walked to the sofa in the living room, bent down and took a look at the cell phone.

It's Lu Cheng.

He just let the phone ring and didn't hang up or answer it.

The phone stopped ringing, and the doorbell suddenly rang.

Mu Zeqiao's eyes shifted to the door in an instant, his light brown eyes narrowed, he walked towards the door with his mobile phone, and looked at the cat's eyes before opening the door.

It's Lu Cheng.

He was standing in the corridor, with a hint of anxiety and impatience on his face, holding a large bouquet of bright red roses in his hand.

Mu Zeqiao wanted to turn around and go back to the bedroom to tell Fu Junchi, when the cell phone rang suddenly and inappropriately.

Lu Cheng, who was standing outside the door, also heard the ringing of his cell phone. He quickly adjusted the collar of his suit, put on a gentle smile, pushed the golden eyes on the bridge of his nose, and bent his fingers to knock on the door.

The door was opened from the inside, Lu Cheng saw Mu Zeqiao whom he hadn't seen for several days, his heart was surging, he wanted to put the roses on the ground, and went forward to hug Mu Zeqiao directly.

"Ozawa, I miss you so much."

Lu Cheng freed a hand to hug Mu Zeqiao, but Mu Zeqiao avoided it.

He squeezed his phone vigorously and stood at the door with a disappointed and decadent expression, "Why did you come here?"

Lu Chenglai thought about it for a long time before coming. Mu Zeqiao probably didn't want to see him, otherwise he wouldn't deliberately go to Yuncheng. Although Mu Zeqiao told him to start over, what if he still doesn't want to forgive him?If he came to see him rashly, would he be even more annoyed?

But now that Lu Cheng heard Mu Zeqiao's slightly complaining words, all his worries fell to the ground, and he was instantly elated.

His Ozawa wants to see him.

His Ozawa cannot do without him.

His Ozawa didn't want to leave him.

His Ozawa must love him so much.

In joy, Lu Cheng didn't see the disgust flashing in Mu Zeqiao's eyes, he asked knowingly: "No...you don't want to see me?"

"Yeah." Mu Zeqiao lowered his eyelashes, pretending to be disappointed, "I don't want to see you."

"Ozawa, I want to come to Yuncheng to accompany you. I woke up at one o'clock in the morning yesterday, but without you by my side, the discomfort was suffocating. I hurriedly drove here overnight, wanting to see..."

"Lu Cheng, I remember I said, let's start from the beginning." Mu Zeqiao interrupted Lu Cheng and raised his volume, hoping that Fu Junchi in the room could hear it.

"I know, so I came to see my boy holding a rose like before."

Lu Cheng spoke affectionately, with tenderness between his brows and eyes, but if you look closely, you will find that this sugar-coated tenderness is like illusory bubbles, and it will disperse when the wind blows.

Mu Zeqiao pretended to raise the corners of his mouth, letting Lu Cheng notice it, and then quickly suppressed it.

"What I mean by starting all over again is our relationship." Mu Zeqiao looked Lu Cheng squarely in the eyes, "Back to zero."

"Our relationship...Xiao Ze, do you want...a divorce?" Lu Cheng asked uncertainly. A few days ago he heard Mu Zeqiao on the phone saying that he would pursue him again. He thought it was just like I used to play the same chase game as before, but I didn't expect it to directly rise to the level of marriage.

Mu Zeqiao shook his head and nodded again.

"I... don't want to divorce, but I haven't felt love from you in the past few years. I want you to chase me again."

Lu Cheng frowned, "But you don't need a divorce."

"Well, your focus is on the divorce, but I just want you to pursue it again. If you don't want to, forget it. Is it because of that boy? Or because I have made you lose patience?"

"Ozawa, how could I lose patience with you?"

"Then why don't you want to chase me again? I've thought about my relationship with you these past few days. The divorce I'm talking about is not a real divorce. We can sign a divorce agreement first, but it will not be made public. Chase me the same way as before, and when we catch up, we'll go get the certificate again, and then...then...have a make-up wedding, okay?"

The last sentence Mu Zeqiao said was very unconvincing, his eyes were full of sadness, the tails of his eyes drooped slightly, and he looked completely injured.

Mu Zeqiao was wronged, but he didn't say it out for so many years.

Mu Zeqiao and Lu Cheng received a marriage certificate very early, but they have never had a wedding. One is that the Lu family is indifferent to Mu Zeqiao, and the other is that Mu Zeqiao's parents don't want them to be together at all.

"But..." Lu Cheng still wanted to say something, but his gaze touched Mu Zeqiao's eyes full of sadness, making him unable to say the word "rejection".

Mu Zeqiao closed his eyes and suppressed the discomfort, his lips trembled slightly, "Is it okay?"

A feeling of unease rose in Lu Cheng's heart, but he didn't know where this unease came from. It seemed to be from Mu Zeqiao's abnormality these days, or it seemed to be from his sensitivity these days.

Mu Zeqiao didn't hear back, his clear eyes suddenly lost their light, and he murmured in despair, "No... can't it? Then forget it, forget it..."

As he spoke, he took a step back and closed the door slowly.

Lu Cheng held the door and took the opportunity to squeeze in, "Why do you have to get a divorce?"

Mu Zeqiao didn't raise his eyes to look at him, his expression was in a trance, his tone was like he was about to cry, "I think you...chased me again...these few years...you're getting busier...work, busier... You don't know me well enough..."

You don't know me well enough.

Mu Zeqiao didn't say the rest, and a tear slipped from the corner of his eye.

Lu Cheng didn't expect Mu Zeqiao to cry, he hurriedly put the rose on the ground, got up and hugged Mu Zeqiao.

Lu Cheng began to blame himself. He probably understood why Mu Zeqiao was like this. In the past year, he seldom cared about Mu Zeqiao's emotions, and occasionally got slightly impatient. He thought Mu Zeqiao My silence is understanding and tolerance, but I forget that it is actually patience.

Because of love, so considerate him.

Lu Cheng whispered in Mu Zeqiao's ear, "I think we start over."

If he had to choose between Mu Zeqiao and Fang Mingqi, Lu Cheng would definitely choose Mu Zeqiao. Fang Mingqi's definition was nothing more than a foster son, and Mu Zeqiao was his nominal partner.

It's because Lu Cheng knows one thing, so no matter how crazy he plays outside, no matter how many people he sleeps with, he will not allow outsiders to disturb his canary.

His canary is beautiful and noble. He built him the most gorgeous cage and created the most superior environment. He did not allow his canary to be stained with the filth of the world.

Mu Zeqiao broke away from Lu Cheng's embrace, his eyes were scarlet, he didn't answer Lu Cheng's words, just stood silently at the door.

Lu Cheng glanced behind Mu Zeqiao, and settled on the coffee table in the living room, "Why is there a pack of cigarettes here?"