Goodbye, Mr. Mu

Mu Huaizhang didn't come home that night, he admitted that he was addicted.Only then did he realize that his previous self-deception of innocence and asceticism was all in vain.

After the first time, he hugged Chai Fei's slightly sweaty waist, and after only being quiet for more than ten minutes, he ignited his fighting spirit again.Chai Fei could handle it at first, but in the middle of the night, when Mu Huaizhang wanted to come for the fourth time, he couldn't cooperate.Mu Huaizhang looked at the man sneaking towards the bed, and thought it was quite cute.

"Okay, don't come, go to sleep."

Chai Fei still used honorifics to address himself at the beginning, until the third time, he didn't spit out foul language and cursed, which means he had restrained himself.At this moment, Mu Huaizhang looked at him so sleepy that he couldn't pick up, and muttered softly, "Slimy..."

Mu Huaizhang went to roll up a hot towel, scrubbed him back and forth, and then lay back on the bed again.

Originally, I thought that if I was used to sleeping alone, I would not be able to sleep well with someone beside me, but Chai Fei was unexpectedly very well-behaved when sleeping.He was lying on his side with his body slightly curled up, his black soft hair was still wet, and it fell beautifully on his forehead, back of his neck and on the pillow.The shoulders and waistline that fluctuated with the breath under the sheet were also very beautiful. Mu Huaizhang looked at him through the occasional lightning flashes outside the window, and his eyes and heart were full of satisfaction.

Mu Huaizhang lightly held one of Chai Fei's naturally spread fingers, and fell asleep lying beside him. He slept soundly. He didn't even know when the rain stopped. Naturally, he forgot that he didn't have to wear it tomorrow. clothes.

So the next day, for the first time, the colleagues in the office saw the spectacle of the Great Demon King going to work in a sportswear that didn't quite fit, but was barely too obtrusive.I am used to being dominated by the Great Demon King, but seeing him now looks a lot younger than before, it was only later that everyone realized that the Demon King was only 33 years old.

It's a pity that the devil is only half a day younger. When he came out of the office again, he changed back into the formal suit his secretary had just brought back for him, and the invisible low pressure swept the office again.

Monday is always Mu Huaizhang's busiest day, from the morning routine meeting to the work schedule of the week and unexpected events that don't know what will happen.So on Mondays, he usually returns home around 10:30 in the evening. When he gets home, he always takes a quick shower and falls asleep.

But this time, after he fell on the bed, he didn't fall asleep for a long time.This was already the eighth time he thought of Chai Fei, and it was also the ninth time he checked WeChat replies after returning home.

An hour ago, on his way home, he had sent Chai Fei a message.

"It's raining at night, so remember to close the windows."

"OK, thanks."

and then?there is none left.

What more could he say?Mu Huaizhang turned on the phone for the tenth time, and turned to Chai Fei's interface.Chai Fei's avatar is that vicious old cat, and his circle of friends is just some book recommendations, not about himself.

Mu Huaizhang stared at the ceiling for a while, and sure enough, the way of heaven is reincarnation. He cultivated a Buddha's heart with a pure heart and few desires, and his success fell short.Now he is like a silly boy who has just tried to understand love in adolescence, worrying about gains and losses and wanting to show all his advantages in front of the person he likes.

He thought again of Chai Fei's mountain-like back last night, his fingers that were slightly green when he clenched tightly, and his thin panting...

Really unable to fall asleep, he simply got up and turned on the iron. Mu Huaizhang tossed and tossed until after one o'clock in the night before dragging his tired body back to bed again. This time he slept very well.

On Tuesday evening, when Mu Huaizhang pushed open the door of "The Lane", Chai Fei was packing up the books that had been moved by the guests.There were still customers reading books in the store, Chai Fei didn't speak, just smiled at him, and walked over lightly.

Mu Huaizhang bought flowers, he didn't want to be too impatient and straightforward, so instead of buying a bouquet, he bought a pot of roses in season.

"This potted flower should look good in its original place." Mu Huaizhang whispered to Chai Fei who was walking towards him.

"Well, it's beautiful, what is this?"

"A type of rose, called Guanshanhe."

The flower pots are simple, and before he could find a suitable flower pot, Mu Huaizhang went upstairs to wash his hands after setting it up. When he came down, the customers in the shop had already left in a hurry, and there were two more people waiting to pay. .

Chai Fei moved a stool and sat in front of Guan Shanhe, fiddling with flowers and branches.

"It's very fragrant, thank you!" He raised his head and smiled, and shook the flower branch in his hand at him.

"It's fine if you like it. Is it time to get off work?" The clerk finished paying and was packing up his things. It seemed that he was going to get off work.

"Well, I'm off work, have you eaten yet?" Chai Fei's tone was very brisk, and Mu Huaizhang suspected that he had just held the flower in his arms for too long, and he was still fascinated by the sweet fragrance and hadn't recovered his mind.

"Not yet, do you want to go together?"

"Okay, my treat, thank you for the rose."

Mu Huaizhang didn't say anything, just smiled and found a book and sat down while waiting for Chaifei to pack it up, and the two went out together.

Mu Huaizhang's car is also like himself, everything is neatly arranged, there are no extra accessories, and there is no fragrance.

"It's also very fragrant in the car, what did you put?"

"Ah? No." Mu Huaizhang was taken aback by his question. Sometimes he would use a little perfume for work, but not much, and he couldn't smell anything on the car himself.

But Chai Fei leaned over and sniffed at him, "It's your smell, mixed with a bit of tobacco."

Without hesitation, Mu Huaizhang grabbed the back of his neck, held him in his arms, and kissed him a little flustered.

The author says:

There should be no rose like Guanshanhe, I made it up, but I think it is very beautiful