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

bleeding.

Mu Shaoai frowned slightly, his eyes were fixed on the color of Qi Fengyu's green and white lips, and some discordant images flashed in his mind again.

After staring at Qi Fengyu's lips for a long time, seeing that the scar on his lips could not be wiped off with lips, tongue or eyes, Mu Shaoai went through the words of Qi Fengyu's rejection in his mind with a bit of regret.

etc!What kind of logic is this?

Mu Shaoai glanced at the young man across from him in disbelief, and the second his gaze was on his body, the young man straightened his back as if in stress, but he didn't dare to look at himself——a pair of self-esteem was overwhelmed. The appearance of stabbing and holding on.

Mu Shaoai quickly withdrew his gaze, and tried hard to restrain his tone, but he couldn't hold it back completely, and his tone was a little confused: "...Why?"

Qi Fengyu's body curve became more and more stiff, staring at his coffee cup, after a while, he shook his head gently, and asked persistently: "...Do you want to take care of me?"

His voice was very low and soft, but very clear, Mu Shaoai could even taste the contradictory emotions contained in his words.

"The last question, answer me."

Mu Shaoai's tone was imbued with undeniable strength.

He didn't understand, how could someone refuse such a gift of money?He obviously needs the money, doesn't he?

Qi Fengyu took a deep look at him, and the suspicion and precaution in his eyes inadvertently revealed something: "I don't believe that there is nothing good without a reason in this world, and I'm afraid that what Mr. Mu wants... I can't afford it. "

Mu Shaoai subconsciously wanted to deny it, but facing Qi Fengyu's clear eyes, he suddenly couldn't say what he was denying—to a certain extent, what Qi Fengyu said was correct...

Zhao Liang was greedy for Qi Fengyu's body, but what he wanted was a little more.

His speechlessness was undoubtedly taken by Qi Fengyu as a kind of acquiescence.

There was a trace of sarcasm in the young man's eyes, and a certain invisible but real sinister aura became stronger.

"Mr. Mu, you don't need to hide it," Qi Fengyu pulled the corner of his lower lip with difficulty, and he didn't know whether it was for himself or Mu Shaoai with a mocking smile, "Since I will ask you out, it means that I have already done it." Mentally prepared to accept all reasonable or unreasonable demands."

"—You can directly make your request." He licked his dry lips, his brows and eyes drooped, and his hands tightly held the coffee cup that was still slightly warm, as if grasping the last straw.

Can't it be that others simply want to treat you well?Does all kindness have to be to get something from you?

Mu Shaoai wanted to ask, but he clearly knew that at this moment, their status and relationship were not suitable for discussing such a topic.

Besides, even if the relationship is suitable, there is a high probability that he will not be able to ask.

Be on guard.

Mu Shaoai slandered in frustration, never thought beforehand that such favorable conditions as hers would be rejected.

He didn't know what Qi Fengyu had experienced, but this person's distrust of him was clearly on the surface, and he knew that it was not something that could be easily reversed with words.

So now he is forced to make a choice instead.

Either be a bastard who takes advantage of others, or watch Qi Fengyu succumb to Zhao Liang, and there is no way to retain the unique temperament that attracts him. All the things he cherishes and regards as treasures will be destroyed by those scumbags.

As if he had a choice.

"...Compared to Zhao Liang, I'm still a good choice, aren't I?" Mu Shaoai crossed his hands on his knees, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he raised his eyebrows slightly to act like a jerk.

It may be that Qi Fengyu's refusal to follow the routine stimulated his inner temperament. His slender eyebrows were raised high, coupled with that ascetic face that seemed to take no one seriously, there was a sense of condescension and provocation.

It can only be said that he is quite talented in playing the jerk.

What's more, once Qi Fengyu really followed him, wouldn't it all depend on him?At that time, he was afraid that he would not have enough time to change this person's impression of him?

Having figured it out, the corners of Mu Shaoai's lips curled up for a moment and then flattened. He stretched out three fingers, indifferent yet forceful, and said aggressively, "Be my man for the next year, and I will help you settle your father's debt, how about it?"

Qi Fengyu probably didn't expect his attitude to change so smoothly, his eyes widened slightly, and the remaining stars in his eyes were extinguished little by little, a trace of suppressed madness was fleeting, and it was too late to be caught by others.

He quickly calmed down, "...OK."

The young man bent his back, the light in his eyes and the stubbornness that had been supporting him disappeared together, he lowered his head and said nothing.

But in the lightless darkness, there seemed to be some powerful and terrifying thing being bred, and the intuition clamored to remind him of the existence of that thing.

Mu Shaoai felt a little cold for no reason, so he didn't dare to face Qi Fengyu's dull pupils for a while.

As the first benefactor father in history who was forced to take care of him by his little lover, isn't he a little bit miserable?

Mu Shaoai slandered, even though he was upset, he still couldn't suppress his expectations for the future.

Naturally, Mu Shaoai would not carry the contract with him, not to mention that Qi Fengyu's insistence completely changed his original purpose, but this did not prevent him from asking his personal assistant to send a maintenance contract.

With the little assistant, there are a lot of such standard contracts, and he is used to being cueed by Mu Shaoai at any time to witness the initiation of adultery.

He rushed over quickly and handed the contract to Mu Shaoai without looking sideways.

Yu Feng didn't care about who the boss's new lover was at first, but he accidentally caught a glimpse of him and made his eyes widen instantly. He tightly pinched one side of the contract and forgot to let go.

Long live!Isn't this the [-]th-line starlet he chased after six years ago!

The exclamation points in Yu Feng's heart were no less than Mu Shaoai's first time seeing Qi Fengyu.

Because he had real feelings for this former idol, and he has been silently following his news since then, but the fans' eyes are all out of frame, but they can't get any news at all.

Yes, any news.

It was as if the person had completely disappeared from the face of the earth.

So that group of staunchest old fans almost all accepted the idea that something unexpected might happen to him.

It's hard not to be amazed at the resurrection of the dead.

It's just why...the idol looks at him as if he misses Dark Shark?

Yu Feng trembled.

Mu Shaoai took over the contract, cast a sidelong glance at the little assistant who was obviously in a different state, and planned to go back and slowly investigate what happened.

The business now is to get Qi Fengyu done.

Mu Shaoai pushed the contract to Qi Fengyu, then lowered his head and began to play with the coffee cup in his hand.

He was afraid that his sight would add pressure to the young man opposite him and make him feel even worse, so he thoughtfully didn't look at it any further.

But this kind of thoughtfulness also made him miss the eyes of the person opposite who was staring at Yu Feng's back.

Life assistants are generally the closest people to the employer.

What is this guy capable of being Mu Shaoai's life assistant?

Qi Fengyu fixedly stared at Assistant Yu with a vigilant gaze, and only looked away when he disappeared completely. He made up his mind to go back and investigate this possible love rival thoroughly.

After that, he glared at Mu Shaoai again, seeing him indifferently wrestling with the cup in his hand, he had no choice but to turn his attention back to the contract in his hand angrily.

He scanned it hastily, signed his name neatly without much hesitation, and then pushed the document back to Mu Shaoai, watching with his own eyes that he left his name on the other side.

Mu Shaoai's handwriting is the same as his own, sharp in writing, but clean and elegant in shape, and it's just that the names of these two people are displayed side by side, which makes Qi Fengyu feel a strange sense of satisfaction.

"Then the money my father owes...?" He took the initiative to start the topic, trying to get the man's eyes to stay on himself again.

Qi Fengyu's voice was still a little hoarse, and the ending was slightly raised, unexpectedly soft and silky, which made Mu Shaoai tremble.

He coughed lightly to hide his unease: "I will settle the debt owed by your father within this week."

"Okay." Qi Fengyu lowered his brows and looked obedient as if resigned to his fate. "About the contract... what do I need to do next?"

"Well... what should I do? When I ask you out, don't refuse me." Mu Shaoai said with a smile in his eyes, and a kind of cute complacency appeared on his always cold face. Feelings.

Qi Fengyu looked at him in astonishment, the emotions in his eyes were turbulent.

But how is this different from the "charity" he rejected before?

As if reading the words in his eyes, Mu Shaoai gave him a confirming look of "that's what it means", and swallowed a sip of coffee with a smile, "Since you are now...my person——"

He pronounced those three words vaguely and cohesively, as if holding them between his tongues. Before he finished speaking, both of them paused.

Mu Shaoai and Qi Fengyu looked at each other, something hot was steaming in the air, he couldn't speak the rest of his words naturally, and faltered inexplicably: "...In short, just listen to me!"

He ended the topic forcefully, and started playing with the coffee cup again, not wanting Qi Fengyu to notice the rising temperature of his cheeks.

When everything was over, when Mu Shaoai saw Qi Fengyu get up and pull out a small suitcase with cartoon stickers from behind the chair, he didn't recover for a long time.

Especially after the young man looked at him several times in succession with that kind of shameful but implicitly begging gaze.

"... Where do you live now?" Mu Shaoai's tone was erratic.

Qi Fengyu shook his head, and explained in a low voice: "The rented house is due today..."

He didn't say much, but the tall figure was carrying a small suitcase that was only twenty inches but filled with all his belongings, which was extremely inappropriate, and there was even a bit of humor in that pitiful feeling.

Mu Shaoai had trouble breathing for a while, do you really want to be a bastard to the end and enter the cohabitation life in one step?Do you need Qi Fengyu to help him warm his bed at night and do bed exercises to end the day?

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Qi Fengyu: Go to the hall and enter the room.plan pass.