Carefully put it on the bed, withdrew the hands at the bend of the legs, and was about to move the arm supported by the back of the neck, when the person on the bed suddenly moved, yelling in a daze to wash up.

Bo Jiu had no choice but to go to the bathroom with someone who was seriously obsessed with cleanliness. He brushed his teeth, washed his face, and was carefully served before he was finally put on the bed in a down-to-earth manner.

"...I have to wake you up next time and do it myself." Bo Jiu straightened up, drew the curtains of the master bedroom, and when he turned to leave, he suddenly remembered something and went back.

Qu Ning'an breathed quietly. He stretched out his hand and brushed the soft hair on the side of the young man's ears, revealing his fair ears.

What's wrong, sleeping with headphones is not too noisy.

Qu Ning's headphones don't know how to put them on, and they are very difficult to get. Bo Jiu tried once but failed, and the second time his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

The person who was still asleep just half-opened his eyes and looked at him.

"what are you doing?"

Bo Jiu said casually: "You sleep on your bed, I'll get you earphones."

Qu Ning's pupils shrank, and his tone was a little quick: "I'll take it myself, you should go and rest quickly."

Sensing the resistance of the person on the bed, Bo Jiu slowly straightened up and looked at him condescendingly: "Okay, then I'll go, you rest."

Qu Ning hummed.

The door slammed softly, and Qu Ning heaved a sigh of relief.

The drowsiness faded slightly, he carefully put down the hair on the ear side, opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling for a while, and then slowly fell asleep again.

Hearing aids were not taken off in the end.

Outside the door, Bo Jiu moved some large items into the spare room, his face remained unchanged, but his lips were slightly pursed.

Qu Ning has never rejected others so coldly before.

He was able to wake up from a deep sleep in an instant, except for his neurasthenia, he was always alert in his heart.

What was he afraid of?Could it be the mental illness?

Or are you afraid of him?

Thinking of this Bo Jiu's face became even uglier.

No way, did someone scare him today?Will he still have to laugh and scold people in the future?

After thinking about a lot of things, I finally covered myself with a thin quilt and lay down on the sofa in the living room.

...Squeamish, Gan Ming must get rid of this problem for him.

Early the next morning, when Bo Jiu woke up, Qu Ning had already gotten up.

From the semi-open kitchen, there was the sound of frying eggs, and there was a strong smell of green onions.

Xu Bojiu got up a bit aggressively, Qu Ning poked out half of his head from the kitchen holding a wooden shovel.

"You're awake, I've used your kitchen for a while, I'm going to wash up first, and I'll come over for breakfast later."

Bo Jiu stood up, stretched out his hand to block the slanting sunlight, everything in front of him seemed to be covered with a soft-focus filter, and someone put a pillow on the sofa at some point.

Qu Ning blinked at him, then shrank back. Listening carefully, he could still hear a soft English song humming in his mouth.

A dreamlike morning.

Bo Jiu tapped his forehead hard.

Really.

This is real.

After he took Bai Yueguang home when he was a teenager, Bai Yueguang started to make breakfast for him.

Qu Ning's breakfast was made by himself, for him.

When these several tags add up, the lethality is comparable to a nuclear explosion.

Is this the joy of having a wife?

Bo Jiu was in a daze for a moment, then turned indifferent again.

Oh.

Almost forgot.

This is his fake wife.

After splashing cold water on his face, Daydream finally woke up and walked towards the dining table. The smell of eggs was savory. Qu Ning’s craftsmanship was really good. Greasy ketchup.

In addition, there are even scallion noodles, seaweed soup, and pancakes rolled with shredded potatoes.

"I don't know what you like to eat, so I just made it with the leftover ingredients. I will try my best to find out your preferences in the future. If you have special requirements, you can also tell me. I will learn how to make it. It will be more real. Qu Ning handed the spoon to Bo Jiu, "Eat it, boss."

"What time did you wake up?"

Qu Ning picked up a few noodles and said with a smile, "It's past six o'clock, I'm a bit sleepy, so I didn't sleep for long."

Bo Jiu hummed in a low voice, and stuffed a mouthful of noodles into his mouth, paused for a second, and took the second and third mouthfuls.

Seeing that he was eating fast, Qu Ning asked, "How did you eat breakfast before?"

"Eat whatever you want, sometimes you don't eat, just eat lunch." Bo Jiu said.

Qu Ning's voice was gentle: "This is not good, I need to eat, and I will make it for you in the future."

Bo Jiu bit the noodles hard.

Fake, all fake.

You wake up a little.

You can't get it back in one day for seven years!

He said softly: "Well, train well, and it will be easy to do business then."

Qu Ning paused for a moment, then sandwiched another burrito for him: "Got it."

A sumptuous breakfast with various varieties was finally eaten up. Bo Jiu hadn't had such a comfortable morning in a long time. He leaned against the kitchen and looked at Qu Ning, who was collecting the dishes, and said, "You don't want to go to New Oriental for further studies, do you?"

Qu Ning closed the dishwasher, turned around, "Guess?"

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows, "New Oriental Ningning?"

As soon as the voice fell, both of them stopped moving.

Bo Jiu coughed and tilted his head unnaturally.

After a few seconds, Qu Ning walked past him, and said in a brisk tone: "New Oriental Ningning has gone offline, and the social animal Ningning is going online. Let's go, Boss? I still have to work for you."

Bo Jiu groaned, frowned in frustration, and then followed Qu Ning's buttocks.

The two ended up not working together.

Qu Ning walked out of the villa area with his duck bag on his back and went straight to the subway station. Bo Jiu, who had a short mouth, followed the car "perseveringly" all the way.

"No, you're doing it like I'm abusing you."

"Ten minutes by private car, you have to take the subway for 10 minutes, right?"

"Hey, Qu Ning, are you listening?"

Qu Ning shook his head and nodded, "I'm listening, I'm listening."

Bo Jiu frowned and said: "Then it's not up yet, the Maybach is already a senior car for me!"

Qu Ning said again: "I just moved here, I have to find out the route in this area, besides, if I take your car to the company, what should I do if I show it to my colleagues?"

Bo Jiu: "What can you do if you see it? Whoever talks about you, please go home and tell me, and I will treat it."

Qu Ning stopped in his tracks: "Okay, there are surveillance cameras here, so hurry up, I have to check the surroundings of my new house today, and I'll let you drive me another day, okay?"

The young man's tone is gentle and gentle, making it impossible to say no.

Bo Jiu pinched the steering wheel and finally turned the car around.

Finally persuaded to leave.

Qu Ning took a look, put away the expression on his face, turned around and entered the subway station.

I don't know if it was delayed for such a short time. When I first entered the station, the previous morning rush hour subway had already left, and the next one would take about 5 minutes.

He stood outside the yellow line, put his hands in the big pockets of his sweater and waited with lowered eyes.

From time to time, the sound of the broadcast at the subway station drilled into the ear, and the small screen on the upper side showed that there was only 1 minute left for the train schedule.

The crowd was restless.

Qu Ning stood up straight.

The subway came in, and people around rushed up, pushing and squeezing each other.

"... Ding Dong, this train is about to enter the station..."

This stop is Shengxiao Road.

Qu Ning glanced at the landmarks, and because of the names of the landmarks, he remembered the years when he and Bo Jiu were separated.

Sheng Xiao, Sheng Xiao.

Quietly is the Sheng Xiao of parting.

Before the depression and pessimism rising slowly from the bottom of his heart swallowed him up, a warm and strong arm suddenly rested on his shoulders.

That force led him through the turbulent crowd, and quickly and precisely found an empty seat in a corner for him.

There was a little sweat on the side of Bo Jiu's forehead, and the rising and falling breath in his chest was still not calm. He supported the pole next to him with one hand, and protected his head with the other, firmly imprisoning the young man in this opened corner.

Qu Ning was dumbfounded.

Immediately afterwards, a familiar awkward voice sounded above his head.

"The car was left in a nearby underground garage."

"After thinking about it, it's not a man's job to turn around and leave."

"You are a fastidious person. If you are scratched and you can't even win a fight with someone, I have to watch you."

Qu Ning watched without blinking, and listened without daring to miss a word.

"I've seen this place name so close to home many times. It's like depression. If you don't like it, the next stop is Fuguang Road, and the next stop is Tingland Road—" Bo Jiu raised his head uncomfortably, Pretend to be paying attention to road signs.

"And the next stop, our final stop, Fengjun Tower, you just need to remember these few, but you don't have to remember them clearly, anyway, I won't let you sit a few more times."

Floating light jumps into gold, shore Zhitinglan, and meets you again in the season of falling flowers.

Qu Ning's lips moved slightly, and a smile appeared on his brows and eyes.

What else is on the mind of leaving Shengxiao at this moment?

He only feels that the world is bright, and wants to give Bo Jiu a big hug that he owes.

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