After losing his memory, he was chased by his green tea ex-boyfriend

Mu Shaoai has a clothing store that he frequents frequently, but his usual clothes are basically made-to-order, and considering that they are going to meet his parents at noon tomorrow, this choice must be passed.

The driver sent the two of them to the largest commercial street in the vicinity. Regarding the eerie atmosphere in the carriage, he kept his sense of not listening, watching, or talking.

It can be called the contemporary three no-monkeys.

When he arrived at his destination, Mu Shaoai thought about which store to go to, and got off the car a little slower. When he came back to his senses, Qi Fengyu had already opened the car door and stood in front of him. The beautiful hand was spread out in front of him.

Qi Fengyu's black pupils are no longer so cold, as if soaked in a layer of gentle sunlight, with a little light orange, he said warmly: "Shao Ai, get out of the car."

That hand was still placed in front of him, slender and well-proportioned, with white and round fingertips, revealing a touch of blood.

Mu Shaoai never thought that this person's acting skills could be so superb.

He is like the perfect lover who walked out of the movie with music and light and shadow, even the smile on the corner of his mouth is just right.

Mu Shaoai's Adam's apple twitched, and looking into his eyes, he inexplicably felt hot at the base of his ears.

Qi Fengyu's eyes were too gentle, completely different from the previous alienation and indifference, as if he was deeply infatuated with him.

While Mu Shaoai couldn't look away, he was also somewhat curious.

Is this an illusion...or is it really sincere?

But it's a pity that such good acting skills are used in TV dramas.

It's suitable to be by his side every day and pretend to be a couple with him.

Mu Shaoai pursed his lower lip, suppressing the three-point smile on the corner of his mouth.

Before, Mu Shaoai thought about whether he should treat Qi Fengyu like those previous lovers.

It means that the resources related to the entertainment industry are in place, and by the way, pave the way so that he can develop better in the industry.

Maybe he can cultivate an actor.

Mu Shaoai thought with great interest.

But thinking about it for a moment, if Qi Fengyu really intends to be a good actor, he is bound to be unable to avoid hugging, kissing, or even worse with other actors, and he feels a little uncomfortable.

Many emotions are fleeting, and the outward expression is that Mu Shaoai stared at Qi Fengyu's palm in a daze with downcast eyelashes, and his face was cold and indifferent, giving people a feeling of displeasure.

"Shao Ai?" Qi Fengyu couldn't see his face clearly from this angle, so he called out uneasily.

That hand stretched forward again, almost touching Mu Shaoai's face, with a force that could not be refused.

The driver once again peeked at the two in the rear from the rearview mirror.

"fine."

Mu Shaoai finally came to his senses, discarded the thoughts in his head, stretched out his hand, and stuffed his smaller hand into the open palm in front of him, and let the man lead him out of the car.

Qi Fengyu's palm was warm, and the moment he held him, it hurt him a little, but in the next second, he seemed to realize this, relaxed a little, and transformed into a suitable strength, huddled on the back of his hand, as if apologizing with his thumb Rubbed on the back of his hand.

Mu Shaoai's ears warmed up a little.

... Seems like something is wrong?

It's obvious that he wants to take advantage of it, but why does it seem like he's being gorged on tofu now?

"Let's go."

He didn't want Qi Fengyu to discover his embarrassment, so he gave orders calmly.

It wasn't until this time that he deeply realized how reasonable the rehearsal suggestion was. He really needed to get used to the so-called "couple relationship" in advance.

On the way to the store, Mu Shaoai had a solemn expression on his face, he didn't look like he was shopping, but rather like the chief executive inspecting his work.

Only those who knew him well could notice that his eyes were wandering here and there, obviously not concentrating.

Mu Shaoai is trying to get used to the feeling of holding hands with another person, but it is a bit difficult.

Qi Fengyu's higher body temperature and the sweat from his palms attracted all his attention, and he didn't even notice the tiny curves of the mouth corners of the people around him that never disappeared.

The two of them walked slowly all the way, their temperaments were very different but blended together naturally, indescribably harmonious.

After 15 minutes, Mu Shaoai finally got used to the feeling of holding hands, he would no longer be easily distracted by another person's body temperature, and before he had time to breathe a sigh of relief, the final destination had already arrived.

He didn't know yet that the real "test" was yet to come.

It is not difficult to choose the style of clothing, especially the two people have little difference in aesthetics, and it is a formal occasion like meeting parents, and the limit of freedom is not plentiful. After entering the store and making a clear request, the two are very happy Soon the style was determined with the help of the shopping guide.

Qi Fengyu went in first to try on clothes, while Mu Shaoai, who had nothing to do, waited outside, imagining what that person would look like in a well-fitting suit.

He must be incredibly handsome.

However, it wasn't until Qi Fengyu really changed his clothes and came out that he realized that imagination is always imagination, and it is impossible to compare with real people.

After changing into the suit, Qi Fengyu was full of momentum, and he couldn't see the pitiful appearance before, and because of this, he completely took away the sense of disobedience that had always remained in Mu Shaoai's heart.

The high-grade fabric drapes down, hiding the waistline that is just tucked away behind the fabric, revealing the looming curvature of the buttocks.

With great difficulty, Mu Shaoai withdrew his eyes from the concave waistline like a tug-of-war, stared at the tip of his leather shoes, and groaned weakly in his heart.

Simply handsome.

"It's your turn." Qi Fengyu saw that he hadn't moved for a long time, as if his eyes were stuck on the ground, and pushed him into the fitting room with a smile.

Mu Shaoai was caught off guard, and stuck to half of his body, with her strong arms on his shoulders, leaning forward against him.

After Qi Fengyu pushed him into the curtain, he withdrew his hand, and when he helped him pull off his coat, his fingers seemed to brush Mu Shaoai's back by accident.

There is no meat, but the touch is still sharp.

In an instant, the hairs all over Mu Shaoai's body stood on end.

Really bad.

Qi Fengyu... isn't she a little too dedicated?

Thinking back carefully, it seems that Qi Fengyu didn't do anything very out of bounds, just ordinary, unintentional touches, but every movement made him uneasy.

Mu Shaoai felt that he was speeding up and falling into the pit.

He obviously had other lovers before, and had similar physical contact with them, but at that time he was not as startled as he is now.But once that person is replaced by Qi Fengyu, he can't control his heart that is constantly clamoring with that person's every move.

He began to worry about the health of his heart.

In the fitting room, Mu Shaoai took a deep breath, suppressed the throbbing in his heart, quickly put on the dark gray suit of the same style, carried the suit jacket, and walked out of the fitting room.

Qi Fengyu stood outside waiting for him, the slim dark suit added a touch of seriousness to him, when he raised his head and slightly looked down at Mu Shaoai, Mu Shaoai's breathing suddenly stopped.

The man's inorganic eyes swept him from head to toe, and it felt as if it had pierced his skin, causing Mu Shaoai's blood to start to agitate for no reason. Finally, after wandering around with that slightly satisfied gaze, Finally landed on his hands...

Then, Qi Fengyu laughed out loud.

"...Can't button the sleeves?" Qi Fengyu teased, with a smile spreading from his face.

The corner of Mu Shaoai's mouth twitched, and the charm that filled her heart dissipated.

What is this called?

This is called which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted.

Because he is used to using cuff buttons, he showed a clumsiness that did not match his elite appearance when he could only use one hand. He struggled with the cuff buttons in the fitting room for a long time but failed success.

Under Qi Fengyu's gaze, this matter became even more difficult.

He refused to admit defeat, trying to slide the button into the buttonhole with one hand, but the buttonhole corresponding to the button on the sleeve of this shirt happened to be very small, and the difficulty was doubled when his fingers were trembling.

Why do shirts have such things as sleeve buttons!

Mu Shaoai lowered his head and struggled with his sleeves, almost turned into anger from embarrassment, his face was blushing, his eyelashes trembled slightly, he completely forgot the existence of Qi Fengyu, until a shadow was cast in front of him to block the light.

Qi Fengyu walked up to him.

Standing face to face, less than ten centimeters apart.

"I'll do it." A hoarse voice sounded, Qi Fengyu naturally pushed away Mu Shaoai's trembling hand, grabbed his wrist and dragged it to the front of his chest, lowered his head, and carefully picked up the button that had tortured him for a long time , slipped into the buttonhole.

Simply neat.

It even gives people a sense of elegance and casualness

The delicate and soft fingertips brushed against the skin on the inside of Mu Shaoai's wrist, making his pulse speed up accordingly.

Qi Fengyu was a little taller than him, because both of them lowered their heads, and the man's warm breath sprayed on the tip of his nose, a little itchy.

Mu Shaoai's hands clenched into fists at some point.

His heart beat so fast that he almost forgot his innate ability to breathe.

Qi Fengyu noticed his abnormality, a glint of excitement flashed in his eyes, he deliberately bowed his head close to his ear, and whispered in a voice that only he could hear: "Very nervous? Don't be like this, Mr. Mu...you have to get used to us as soon as possible. current relationship."

relation……?what relationship?

His voice set off waves in Mu Shaoai's mind, and it took him a while to realize what this man said, instead of just counting how many times his breath stayed on the tips of his ears for a short time.

"Well, I see." Mu Shaoai instinctively turned his face cold, but because of the unfaded blush on his cheeks, this expression was not as intimidating as usual.

Qi Fengyu greedily swept across his cheeks over and over again.

Don't dare to flirt again, for fear of blowing up people.

He didn't continue to tease Mu Shaoai, but stood up straight, wrapped his fingers around Mu Shaoai's wrist, let him get used to the touch through the fabric, and sighed: "The size is a bit big."

Where he circled his fingers, a small piece of fabric was squeezed out.

——Or it should be said that Mu Shaoai is too thin.

A moment of haze and some doubts flashed across Qi Fengyu's dark eyes.

Before, he had vaguely felt that Mu Shaoai's figure was a bit thin, but he was usually covered with loose cloth, and Mu Shaoai's frame was wide, so he couldn't really tell, but now after he personally measured it, he realized that he was not. It's just thin.

He is too thin.

That's an abnormal, unhealthy thinness.

The wrist that Qi Fengyu held in his palm was basically a layer of skin covering the bones, without any flesh at all, which allowed a lot of space for the shirt, which was obviously the right size.

The shape of the bones that I saw vaguely in the morning turned out to be no illusion.

Qi Fengyu pursed his lips slightly, his heart was filled with anger, but he didn't know who to target.

The author has something to say:

Qi Fengyu: I feel sorry for my wife.

Mu Shaoai: I also love myself.