Goodbye, Mr. Mu

These days Chai Fei has been choosing a place, and every time he sent it to Mu Huaizhang, he withdrew it, and changed several places after a while.

Going back and forth like this several times, I don't know if Mu Huaizhang felt annoyed, so Chai Fei himself felt embarrassed.

While Mu Huaizhang was dragging him to the supermarket on the first floor of the mall to buy vegetables, he pushed the shopping cart and said next to Mu Huaizhang, "Mr. Mu, I want to go to many places, but..."

"Then choose the one you want to go the most, and next year go to the one you want to go the second."

Chai Fei borrowed the curry that Mu Huaizhang took from the shelf and threw it into the car: "That will delay you."

"Boss Chai." Mu Huaizhang frowned at him.

Chai Fei pursed her lips, resentfully: "You are the boss, you have the final say."

"The boss hasn't taken his annual leave for a few years, so he will take an annual leave every year in the future to go out with the boss's wife, isn't it okay?" Mu Huaizhang went down the steps.

The corners of Chai Fei's lips curled up after hearing this, and he was in a good mood: "Okay, it's approved." After finishing speaking, he turned around and urged, "Go and check out quickly, there is no one at the cash register."

"it is good."

The boss felt that the proprietress was in a good mood. After paying the bill, he handed the receipt to Chai Fei, and he also passed his other free hand to the proprietress's palm quietly and unobtrusively. Fingers interlocked and held.

"You, you..." The proprietress didn't know what to say. It was not good to break free, and it was not good not to break free. In the end, she could only turn a blind eye to the boss's rascal.

Fortunately, it was a working day, and there were no people in the mall, only two sneaky people, strolling leisurely.

Mu Huaizhang's car was not parked in the underground of the shopping mall, but in the open-air parking lot on the side of the road. He led Chai Fei back to the first floor and walked through the shopping mall.

Chai Fei stopped Mu Huaizhang when passing by a furniture store.

Mu Huaizhang followed him in: "What do you want to buy?"

"Summer is over, it's autumn. It's better to put a bouquet of fresh chrysanthemums in the house. I'll buy one for you." Chai Fei familiarly took Mu Huaizhang to the glass products area, and picked out a glass vase with a narrow mouth suitable for small daisies, and one next to it. Brown glass vase.

"Which one is better?" He asked for Mu Huaizhang's opinion.

The last time Mu Huaizhang encountered such a question was when he went shopping with his mother, but the first person to ask this question was not him, but his father. After listening to the unsatisfactory answer, his mother turned to ask him.

He muddled things every time, because in his cognition, the mother already knew which one to choose, but she lacked someone to make the decision for her.

But this time Mu Huaizhang still chose the vase seriously, choosing a thin vase.

"this."

"Okay." Chai Fei took the vase and went to the cashier with Mu Huaizhang, "I'll go to checkout."

"The sofa at home is going to be changed too. We'll change it when we go out. I'll remember this time." Mu Huaizhang paused for a while.

Chai Fei asked casually, "What?"

"I don't buy cloth art." Mu Huaizhang looked at him meaningfully, and whispered in his ear, "The last time Boss Chai put it on, it hasn't been washed off yet."

"Then you should buy a leather sofa." Chai Fei pointed to the cowhide sofa next to him, "This kind is soft and easy to wipe."

Mu Huaizhang pulled Chai Fei over and sat down: "Then you choose, whichever one is more comfortable, we will change it."

"Really ask me to choose? I'm very demanding. Look at the sofa in my bookstore. I went to choose for three days and came back to order."

"Well, you just have to try." Mu Huaizhang leaned back on the sofa, put his hands on the sofa, and waited leisurely for Chai Fei to sit down one by one. "If not, just wait until you come back and choose again."

Chai Fei tried to sit on each one, and then came back to look at Mu Huaizhang flipping through the material introduction of the sofa at hand.

"Mr. Mu."

Mu Huaizhang withdrew his gaze: "Anyone you like?"

"No." Chai Fei leaned over, "What are you looking at?"

"It says it's a cow, do you know what that means?"

Chai Fei raised his eyebrows, wanting to hear what this person would say.

Unexpectedly, Mu Huaizhang laughed: "It's just that there must be beef under the cowhide." After hearing this, Chai Fei didn't know how to put the corners of his mouth so that he would not look so helpless.

"Don't believe me." Mu Huaizhang began to be serious.

"Yeah," Chai Fei pulled him up, "Mr. Mu, do you want to figure out how many catties of beef you can buy back when you buy a leather sofa, is it worth it?"

"It doesn't matter," Mu Huaizhang followed Chai Fei to the cashier, "You'll make money if you have it."

Chai Fei's ears turned red, and he said angrily, "Hold your vase away!"

"I have something in my hand," Mu Huaizhang rejected the vase Chai Fei handed over, stuck it up again, and took his hand back naturally.

"You take the vase, and I'll hold you."

"Then you can only hold it for a while."

"..."

"I see a flower shop at the door. I'll go and bring a bunch of flowers home later."

"Okay. You take the flowers, I take you, go home."

The author says:

In fact, now you can tell from the number of words in each chapter, who wrote which one, coo