pet dog

The two of them reheated yesterday's cold dishes, so even if the lunch was so good, Fang Yiran was too lazy to care, as long as Fang Mo had something to eat, the two of them had a great time eating.

After eating, Fang Yiran went to work, and Fang Mo, who was dragging the oil bottle, naturally followed. The two of them walked on the street at a leisurely pace. Tucking his neck into his collar, he wanted to call a taxi, but looking at Fang Mo who was walking beside him, this guy probably wished that he would never go to his own company, and he liked to stick with himself all day long, thinking of Fang Mo, it was the same I couldn't help smiling, and I gave up the idea of ​​taking a taxi. Forget it, just take a walk and exercise to warm up your hands and feet.

Fang Mo walked beside Fang Yiran, shielding him from the wind. Seeing that Fang Yiran was afraid of the cold, he held his hand to warm him up, completely ignoring what other people would think. Fortunately, in such a cold weather, most of the passers-by were in a hurry They didn't have time to pay attention to their big man holding hands on the road.

It's obviously as normal as Fang Mo sending Fang Yiran to work every day, but because of the madness last night, it seems that there is something different between them, something has taken root and sprouted between them.Fang Yiran would look at Fang Mo inadvertently, and every time he would see Fang Mo looking at him with a smile.Maybe nothing is different, but Fang Yiran is different. To the extent that Fang Mo is stupid, whether he has rolled the sheets or not, Fang Yiran is still Fang Yiran, just his master. To him, this moment is no different from the past.

No matter how slow you walk, you will always reach this point. Fang Mo watched Fang Yiran enter the company gate from the old place. Fang Yiran waved him goodbye as a farewell. He took out his mobile phone to look at it as soon as he entered the elevator, thinking about the stupid The dog can call himself, but the phone didn't ring when he walked into his office.

Fang Yiran went to the window and looked down. Fang Mo could no longer be seen. He must have gone home. Fang Yiran rubbed his forehead and sighed secretly. It seemed as if she didn't want to be separated from Fang Mo for a moment, and she really went back to life, like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl who just fell in love.

Fang Yiran shook his head, shook Fang Mo out of his mind, and wanted to treat him as the one-night stand before, and he did it, the bed was on the bed, and the off-bed was under the bed. Fang Yiran had always done a good job on this point, although Fang Yiran has always adhered to the principle of not eating grass by the side of the nest, but occasionally there will be accidents, so even if he has a relationship with someone who looks up and looks down, he can wake up the next day as if nothing happened. Does not affect work.

But this time the object is Fang Mo, and it seems that something is different. Fang Mo's silly appearance and Xiao Ba's pitiful appearance keep flashing in my mind, as if in a bewitched state. I would think that it would look good on Fang Mo's body. When I saw the model, I would think that Fang Mo actually suits this dress better than him, and I can't even control the pen in my hand. He designs clothes and wants to see him wear the clothes he designs.

This is an impulse that I have never had before. Even though Fang Yiran and Lu Ren have known each other for so long, it can be said that they have a non-intimate relationship, and I have never had the impulse to design clothes for him... Even if Lu Ren wants to design for him again and again, I Also always perfunctory.But now?Holding the pen by myself, I always ignore the design in front of me, thinking uncontrollably what kind of fabric will suit Fang Mo, what style should be designed for his figure, and how the colors should be matched to set off Fang Mo's temperament.

Being moved by Fang Mo wearing the clothes he designed and taking them off for him by himself, Fang Yiran smiled wryly, could it be that he is really old...I must be possessed.

Fang Yiran put down his pen and looked at the design drafts in front of him. They were all unmasculine designs. He clearly wanted to design cute women's clothing, but he became neutral as he drew.

Taking a deep breath, Fang Yiran suddenly felt that he should be separated from Fang Mo for a while, this is very abnormal, very abnormal, if it continues, he feels that he is about to fall into it, maybe he has already fallen into it, It's too easy to get hurt like this. If Fang Mo hurts him, he can't guarantee that he will do something crazy...

Perhaps no one has ever been able to approach Fang Mo's life so close to him, not even Lu Ren.He and Lu Ren always keep a moderate distance. They don't overly explore each other's privacy, but also share some privacy. It is very pleasant to get along with him, and it feels very comfortable. It is completely different from Fang Mo, who has already integrated into his Life has become a part of his life. It's not right. Although it's nothing right now, if Fang Mo wants to leave, will his life be torn apart because of him?

Fang Yiran was thinking like this, thinking about how to get along with Fang Mo in the future, should he confirm with him, should he keep a distance from him, maybe he needs to separate from him and calm down.Fortunately, Fang Yiran was completely unable to work under the influence of Fang Mo at that time. Later, the more he thought about it, the clearer his thinking became, his mind was more flexible, and his work efficiency was much higher. But when he devoted himself to work, he would never think of it. Fang Mo is a silly and stupid guy who can't be let go no matter what.

Occasionally, he looked up and saw a vast expanse of whiteness outside. Fang Yiran, who didn't care much, lowered his head and buried his head in the work at hand, then raised his head suddenly, white?When I looked carefully, I realized that it was snowing. I don’t know when it started to snow. The heavy snow fell in a swirling motion, and a thick layer had already accumulated. Looking out, the trees on the roof were completely white. Now, look at the sky again, it's all dark.

Fang Yiran looked at the time, it was almost eight o'clock, he was going to die, Fang Yiran cursed, hurriedly turned off the computer, took the door and rushed to the elevator, damn it, he actually forgot the time, Fang Mo, an idiot, won't wait for him downstairs all the time Bar?

Probably not, I haven't seen him for a long time, he will definitely call himself, and no matter how stupid he is, he won't wait for him outside in such a heavy snow, Fang Yiran rushed out of the elevator and looked at the place where Fang Mo used to wait for him. , he was really relieved, but fortunately he wasn't there, he was really afraid that he would just stand in the heavy snow for more than three hours waiting for him.

He took out his mobile phone and called Fang Mo while looking around. He should come to pick him up from get off work. I don't know where?

As soon as he walked out of the gate, there was a gust of cold wind with snowflakes on his face. Fang Yiran shivered from the cold. The weather is really terrible. It's almost the beginning of spring. It's snowing so much. The busy voice from the mobile phone makes Fang Yiran even more Anxious, I don't know what happened to Fang Mo, and I have long since thrown away the idea of ​​keeping a distance from Fang Mo just now.

Master... so too" His hand was suddenly grabbed, Fang Yiran looked back, Fang Mo.

He breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately he is not too stupid, he knew that he could wait for him in the lobby of the company, Fang Mo came out from the door behind him, he should not have stood outside for so long, take a closer look But he found that Fang Mo's hair was covered with drops of water on his coat, which clearly looked like the snowflakes had just melted, and he knew that his time in the snow would not be too short. Fang Yiran suddenly raised his voice and cursed: Where are you going? up? "

Fang Mo, who was very happy to see Fang Yiran at last, was suddenly taken aback by Fang Yiran. He was a little at a loss. He didn't know why the master suddenly became so angry. Unhappy to see no one, he explained: It was he... who insisted on pulling me in just now, and I... didn't go away. "

Only then did Fang Yiran see someone following Fang Mo, who looked familiar, but Fang Yiran couldn't remember who it was.

The man also saw that Fang Yiran had forgotten what his address was, and hurriedly reminded him: My surname is Xu. "

I really want to scold this stupid dog severely. If I can’t see myself, won’t I go up and look for myself? If I don’t know how to look for me, I can make a phone call. If I don’t know how to make a phone call, I should know that I have to take shelter from the wind in such a heavy snow. It’s cold to touch him. His hands were cooler than his own, so he knew that he had definitely been outside for a long time.

"Mr. Xu, what is this?" However, due to the presence of outsiders, Fang Yiran suppressed his anger and dragged Fang Mo into the lobby of the company. Finally, he remembered who this Mr. Xu was, that is, the one who wanted to dig Fang Mo to do it. Model scouts.

"Oh, Mr. Fang, just now I saw Mr. Fang standing outside in such heavy snow, he seemed to be waiting for someone, so I dragged him in to wait for someone in such a cold day, and chat by the way."

Fang Yiran turned his head and glared at Fang Mo fiercely. If this person's feelings hadn't been pulled in by others, he would have stood outside foolishly. Did he have any brains?

The scout surnamed Xu was also a little confused about the relationship between Fang Yiran and Fang Mo. Obviously, the person Fang Mo was waiting for was Fang Yiran. I saw him outside in such a heavy snow just now, and I was really afraid that he would freeze to death, but now Fang Yiran seems a little bit He looked annoyed, couldn't it be that Fang Mo wasn't waiting for him outside?

Fang Yiran and Fang Mo looked back and forth with a little bit of weirdness. Fang Mo's unspoken address was also worth pondering. If he heard correctly, what did he want to call Fang Yiran the Lord?Remember last time he called him that too.

Lord what?It's easy to think of the master... Looking at the expressions between them, Fang Mo obviously cares about Fang Yiran's attitude, even a little afraid.

Fang Yiran took out a tissue to wipe the water on his body and head, and said to the scout, "Thank you, this kid is a little out of his wits, so tell him to wait for me and wait for me foolishly outside."

"Ah, no, no, where is it?" The scout was obviously the one who could read words and expressions. Looking at this posture, Fang Mo had no self at all in his eyes. He didn't like to talk to him just now, so he just stared at the door. If he hadn't persuaded him to wait for someone in the lobby, he wouldn't miss anyone coming out, and he might not be willing to come in with him.

Looking at Fang Yiran, although he was talking to himself, he didn't even glance at himself, he was completely worried that Fang Mo would be frozen, and seeing that the two only had eyes for each other, he said goodbye politely up.

"Isn't it cold outside? Stand outside stupidly." As soon as the person in the way left, Fang Yiran cursed, but rubbed his frozen face with his hands, and wrapped the scarf around his neck around him.

"I'm afraid you didn't see me..." Fang Mo raised his head from the scarf, explained in a low voice, and rubbed his face against Fang Yiran's hand. It turned out that he was not angry that he didn't wait for him at the old place, but that he was angry that he was standing outside in such a heavy snow, thinking of this Fang Mo couldn't help laughing, a hint of sweetness overflowed, the master was worried about himself.

"Still laughing! I don't know! I didn't come down, won't you come upstairs?" Fang Yiran was so distressed that he couldn't get better. Thinking that they got off work at five o'clock, and now it's past eight o'clock, Fang Mo was sure I was waiting for him at the door before five o'clock, and the wait lasted for more than three hours, how could I not feel sorry for him.

"Oh." Fang Mo still smiled.

"Stupid dog." Fang Yiran scolded angrily, pinching his face with his hand.