The little crying bag of the male protagonist dressed as a bamboo horse

After hanging up the phone, Mo Chujue realized that the lady at the front desk was looking at him with a strange look. He looked down and saw that his clothes were not on the wrong side.

He tilted his head in confusion.

The lady at the front desk held back, but still couldn't hold back: "Do you know Mr. Yu?"

Mo Chujue was not at all embarrassed: "I am his younger brother."

The receptionist looked at his youthful face, recalled Yu Guixing's cold and disdainful iceberg appearance, and wondered in his heart, can there be such a big difference in appearance between brothers?

At this time, the elevator door not far away opened, and Yu Guixing strode out from it. Mo Chujue's eyes lit up, and he waved to him: "Brother!"

Yu Guixing frowned slightly, and quickly let go, answering the address: "Yeah."

The receptionist watched Yu Guixing walking towards them, and was so surprised that he couldn't even close his mouth. He came down so quickly, and it was less than a minute before the phone was hung up, right?And she came to pick her up in person, it was the first time she saw Yu Guixing so "attentive" after she had been in the company for so long.

After thinking about it, Yu Guixing had already walked in front of them, and Mo Chujue shook the thermos in his hand at him: "Lunch, I made it myself."

Yu Guixing raised his eyebrows in surprise: "You did it by yourself?"

Mo Chujue was furious: "You look down on me?"

Yu Guixing coughed lightly, put his fist on his lips, and concealed his smile: "That's not what I meant."

Mo Chujue raised his chin high, unable to hide his pride: "Of course I did it by myself." Seeing that Yu Guixing didn't quite believe it, he added: "Auntie is teaching me."

The word "teach" is more intriguing. In fact, the housekeeping aunt did everything except teach him.

But this can't dispel the self-confidence of Mo Chujue, who is a kitchen nightmare. This is his first time cooking, so there is still room for improvement in the future.

The young lady at the front desk who was watching was stunned. Is this still their cold and serious Mr. Yu? !

The assistant came late at this time. When he saw Mo Chujue carrying the thermos, he suddenly realized: No wonder Mr. Yu didn't go out to eat. It turned out that a family member delivered the meal.

He greeted Mo Chujue, and then said to Yu Guixing, "Mr. Yu, then I'll go out for dinner first."

Yu Guixing focused all his attention on Mo Chujue, and nodded slightly: "Well, let's go."

After finishing speaking, he took Mo Chujue's free hand and exerted a little force: "Go, I'll take you up."

Mo Chujue was dragged forward a few steps by him, and he didn't forget to wave his hand behind: "Goodbye, miss! Thank you."

The young lady at the front desk was heartbroken by being so cute, she clutched her chest where the red heart was poked, and said angrily: "It's too much!"How can there be such a cute boy!

The elevator door closed slowly, Mo Chujue watched the number on the electronic screen keep rising, and elbowed the person next to him: "Hey, which floor are we going to?"

Yu Guixing remained silent, Mo Chujue looked over at him: "What's wrong?"

There was air-conditioning swishing from the man's body, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and he uttered four words with a chill: "Touch flowers to mess with grass."

Mo Chujue: "?"

With a question mark on his head, he remembered the action before getting on the elevator, and defended himself: "I'm being polite."

Yu Guixing glanced at him and looked away.

Mo Chujue was a little surprised, is this the end?Yu Guixing didn't teach him a lesson, the sun really came out from the west.

But after entering the office, he realized that his thinking was too simple.

The office also adopts a simple design. Apart from the desk, there is only a set of sofas for entertaining guests. Mo Chujue looked around, put the thermos bucket on the table, and said, "Come here and have a few sips of soup first." , warm stomach."

He opened the lid of the thermos, and the top layer was soup, emitting a rich aroma that aroused people's appetite.

The door of the office was locked with a click, and Mo Chujue turned his head in surprise; "Why did you lock the door after eating..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yu Guixing pushed him against the table and covered his lips.

A delicate kiss fell on the corner of his lips, Yu Guixing seemed to tease him deliberately, he kissed his lips all over, but he refused to go deeper.

Mo Chujue blushed, put his hands on his chest and gently pushed him: "What are you doing, do you still want to eat..."

Yu Guixing kissed him on the eyelids, the long and dense eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, scratching his lips, he held her in his arms, and the kiss slid down the delicate bridge of the nose: "I'm not hungry! .”

Mo Chujue snorted.

Through a layer of fabric, the contours of his fingers were not very clear, but his breathing became short of breath.

"Good boy." Yu Guixing took his lips in his mouth and licked and licked him lightly, holding him in his arms.

The person in his arms was like a kitten, stretching out his paws to push softly. After a few minutes, Mo Chujue suddenly let out a muffled snort, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

Yu Guixing leaned close to his ear and smiled lightly: "Is it comfortable?"

Before Mo Chujue came back to his senses, he looked at him with big watery eyes, and after a few seconds, he replied dully: "How can you do such a thing here."

Yu Guixing wiped the paper aside and said calmly, "Don't worry, no one will see."

Mo Chujue gritted his teeth and said, "I didn't mean that!"

Yu Guixing threw the paper into the trash can and looked at him: "Next time you provoke me, it won't be so simple."

After finishing speaking, he glanced behind him meaningfully.

Mo Chujue jumped back a few steps clutching his buttocks. With his red eyes, he looked like a little white rabbit being watched by a wolf.

Taking advantage of the time when Yu Guixing entered the lounge to wash his hands, he tidied up his clothes, and only then did he realize why Yu Guixing was so strange just now—he was jealous.

What a big vinegar bucket, even the vinegar of the lady at the front desk.

Mo Chujue was a little dissatisfied on the surface, but he was actually quite happy in his heart. There was no way, Yu Guixing’s skills were so good, it was much more enjoyable to ask Yu Guixing to help than to do it himself, not only psychologically, but also physically of.

After a while, Yu Guixing came out after washing his hands. His hands were hanging by his side, his fingers were slender and strong, with well-defined joints, and there were crystal drops of water on them.

Mo Chujue looked at it, and for some reason, he remembered the scene just now. The slender fingers moved nimbly on his skin, causing waves of trembling.

He licked his lips, feeling a little unfinished, but he wanted to save face, and it would be too shameful for him to tell Yu Guixing to do it again.

Yu Guixing didn't notice his strangeness, sat down on the sofa and asked, "What did you do for me?"

It was only then that Mo Chujue remembered that his soup had been opened and left open, and went to play with it.

He was a little annoyed, so he brought out the soup to check the temperature. Fortunately, there was heating in the office, and it didn't get cold after so long, and the side was still warm.

So he quickly brought it to Yu Guixing, anxiously: "I made tomato and egg soup with my own hands! Try it!"

Yu Guixing took it, bowed his head and took a sip, the rich soup slid on the tip of his tongue, mixed with the slightly sour taste of tomatoes, because too much salt was added, it was a bit salty for a person with a bland taste like him.

But overall it is still delicious, not to mention that this is the first time Mo Chujue has cooked, so Yu Guixing gave a very high evaluation: "Well, not bad."

This is already considered high for him, but Mo Chujue is obviously dissatisfied: "It's just not bad?"

Yu Guixing: "...It's great?"

Mo Chujue took a sip from his hand, swallowed it and couldn't wait to say: "It's obviously super delicious!"

Yu Guixing scratched his nose and said with a smile, "Yes, you are the best."

How is it like coaxing a child, Mo Chujue didn't have time to think about it, took out the remaining two dishes for him, and pushed them over: "Try this quickly, stir-fried pork with green peppers, and cabbage..."

Yu Guixing picked up the chopsticks and tried a few mouthfuls. The more he tasted, the more he frowned. He looked at Mo Chujue, who was full of expectations, and asked hesitantly, "Did you put too much salt?"

"Ah?" Mo Chujue was stunned for a moment, took a few mouthfuls of chopsticks from his hand, and he almost spit out the dish because it was so salty!

Could it be that he forgot to add the salt and put it in again?

He took the cup on the table and poured water into his mouth frantically, only then did he feel much better.

Looking at Yu Guixing's calm look again, Mo Chujue was a little guilty, and handed over the cup refilled with water, like serving his ancestors, and handed it to his mouth.

Yu Guixing: "?"

Mo Chujue touched it forward and signaled: "It's too salty, drink some water."

Yu Guixing shook his head and only said, "I'll drink it later."

Mo Chujue didn't understand what he meant. Is there any difference between drinking later and drinking now?

In fact, there was a difference, because he saw Yu Guixing's chopsticks reaching for the two evil dishes again, and he didn't have time to stop them, so he could only watch him swallow a big mouthful.

Sensing Mo Chujue's complicated eyes, Yu Guixing said, "After all, it's your first time doing it, so don't waste it."

Mo Chujue faltered.

"Huh?" Yu Guixing raised his eyes to look at him, "What's wrong?"

Mo Chujue told the truth: "Actually, my aunt taught me how to make it. I put the ingredients into the pot and stir-fried a few times. I accidentally added too much salt. I have a bad memory and put it in twice."

After a pause, he lowered his eyes: "...I can't seem to do anything well."

Yu Guixing stared at him for a while, and finally put down his chopsticks: "But this is also your first time cooking, and it's for me."

Mo Chujue raised his head in a daze, with a gleam in his eyes.

Yu Guixing held his face and said in a low voice: "I am very happy if I have this kind of heart. There is no perfect person in the world. You are cute enough to make my heart beat all the time. Such a person is my boyfriend. That's what I think is the best thing."

After speaking, he lowered his head and placed a kiss on the other's lips.

The air seemed to be full of sweetness, and pink bubbles surrounded the two of them.

But this atmosphere didn't last long. Mo Chujue struggled frantically in Yu Guixing's arms, and when he was finally able to catch his breath, the first sentence he uttered was to complain: "It's so salty! I told you everything! Drink water first!"

Looking at his red eyes from being bullied, Yu Guixing smiled happily: "You made it yourself, don't you want to taste a few more?"

Mo Chujue poured tons of water into his mouth angrily, and heard Yu Guixing say behind him: "Actually, this dish is not very salty. If you eat a lot, you won't feel it."

Mo Chujue turned his head vigilantly: "You just want to eat it yourself and come to harm me, don't eat it again!"

Yu Guixing looked at him with his arms crossed, innocently: "I didn't even eat enough for lunch."

Mo Chujue said, "I invite you out to eat."

Seeing his serious expression, Yu Guixing seemed to really want to eat somewhere, rubbed his head, and helped the kitten to smooth his hair: "Just kidding, the company will provide afternoon tea for the employees, I'll just have some later Well, I'm not hungry yet."

Speaking of this, Mo Chujue remembered that he also brought a box of fruit, quickly took it out of the bag, and put it in front of Yu Guixing: "Auntie made this, I didn't touch it, you can eat it with confidence."

As if he had added some kind of poison to what he did, Yu Guixing squeezed his face, forked a piece of apple and sent it over, Mo Chujue swallowed it in one gulp, looking even more like a small animal.

Yu Guixing was satisfied with it, so he gave Mo Chujue a bite of the fruit after that, and then he ate it himself, and the two of them finished the box of fruit in this way.

Mo Chujue rubbed his fleshy stomach. He ate a lot before coming here, and he ate a lot when he came to deliver food to Yu Guixing. Why is his stomach like a bottomless pit?

There is a sink in the rest room. Mo Chujue poured out the leftovers in the lunch box, and then washed the lunch box with water. The oil stains on it can be taken back and washed again.

He was washing the lunch box here, while Yu Guixing was cleaning the table outside. When the assistant came back from the meal, he saw that the door of the office was locked, so he reached out and knocked, because the door was locked before, so Yu Guixing had to go there to give it to him in person. open the door.

He opened the door and went back to wipe the table. The assistant stared wide-eyed, watching their cold, refined, calm and indifferent boss wipe the table seriously.

Sensing his gaze, Yu Guixing didn't raise his head, and said coldly, "Why are you standing still, why don't you come in?" with a businesslike tone.

The corner of the assistant's mouth twitched. Despite the turmoil in his heart, he did not show any other emotions on his face, but carefully reported the afternoon's itinerary.

Just as he finished speaking, he saw Mo Chujue coming out of the room, holding the wet lunch box in his hand, and saw him say hello, "You're back after eating, so fast."

The assistant smiled at him: "Well, it's just opposite the company, very close."

After speaking, he stood where he was, waiting for Yu Guixing's instructions.

But the boss who never takes a break when he can work is no longer there, and his intention to be lazy is very obvious: "You go out first, and we will talk about the afternoon in the afternoon. There is still half an hour, you can take a rest first."

Assistant: "...huh?"

It took him a long time to react. Seeing that Yu Guixing had raised his brows slightly, he was a little displeased, and quickly retreated apologetically.

He usually followed Yu Guixing, so he naturally knew the real relationship between Yu Guixing and Mo Chujue. Given their looks, who would believe that they were brothers?

But before, he thought it was no big deal. The boss is such a serious and upright person, he would definitely not be shaken by love. What is love?Can you have the fragrance of working and making money!

But now he realized that he was wrong. People who have a partner are different, and even their personality can be changed.

Is this the power of love?Even the boss who is dedicated to work has learned to fish.

The assistant stared blankly at the ceiling, wondering if it was his illusion. He heard the boss laugh when the door was closed just now.

After Yu Guixing drove out the light bulb, he felt much more satisfied.

Just as he was about to hug Mo Chujue to be tender, his phone rang suddenly. He looked at the caller ID and frowned tightly.

Mo Chujue heard the movement and leaned over: "Who is calling?"

Yu Guixing put the phone upside down on the table. He moved so fast that Mo Chujue didn't see a word, and muttered, "Stingy, don't let me see this, and I won't bother you."