Xingyu Street

Qiao Hengxin was speechless because of the righteousness of this "Then what else?"

Mo Xiaoyu greeted him when she saw him, sitting on the sofa and softly called him, "Brother Hengxin."

Qiao Hengxin immediately put a smile on his face, "Hi, Xiaoyu."

Duan Xuyan snorted, "Why are you here?"

Qiao Hengxin's office is on the 25th floor, not on this floor.

"You don't know yet, the crowd exploded, because you brought a man to work in the morning, you should know that if you do this, everyone will think you are a man, right?" Qiao Hengxin raised his eyebrows.

"Let them go."

Qiao Hengxin withdrew his gaze from Mo Xiaoyu, turned to look at him, and asked, "Are you going to take him with you to work?"

"No, just follow me these few days." Duan Xuyan opened the tablet he brought from home, clicked on Xiaoxiaole, and handed it to Mo Xiaoyu for him to play by himself.

Qiao Hengxin felt that he had something to say, "Why don't you use it in a few days?"

"Do you still remember senior Xu Chu? The senior who stayed in school as a teacher."

Qiao Hengxin thought about it for a while, and was a little impressed, "The one with combined master's and doctoral degree?"

Duan Xuyan nodded: "Yes, I remember reading his Moments before, saying that the library in the school is short of staff. I contacted him, and he said he needs to confirm with the school first."

Qiao Hengxin was shocked after hearing this, "Are you going to find him a job?"

Duan Xuyan said: "Yes, I have thought about it carefully. Only the job on campus is suitable for Xiao Yu. It doesn't matter how much money he has, but I hope he can have a job of his own and a career of his own. The environment is just right."

Qiao Hengxin stared blankly back at Mo Xiaoyu who was engrossed in playing the game and didn't pay attention to what they were saying, "Is he... all right?"

"Try first, if it doesn't work, then we'll talk." Duan Xuyan stretched out his hand and pinched Mo Xiaoyu's earlobe, "There will always be a way, we still have a lot of time."

Qiao Hengxin hissed in his heart when he heard these words, "Old Duan, you...you can't be..."

Duan Xuyan looked back at him, smiled and said nothing, turned around and walked towards his desk.

Qiao Hengxin has also known him for several years, and he can be regarded as knowing him very well. When Duan Xuyan smiled, he almost understood what he didn't say, and walked to Duan Xuyan's desk with a face full of disbelief.

"You really like him?!"

Duan Xuyan asked while turning on the computer: "Why don't you like it? We Xiaoyu are so good."

Qiao Hengxin was so shocked that he almost bit his tongue, "Do you like men?!"

"No, I just like him."

Qiao Hengxin frowned, and the first thing he considered was the same question as Yao Qing at that time, "Can he understand?"

"If he doesn't understand, I'll teach him." Duan Xuyan lowered his head and opened the drawer, taking out the glasses case inside.

He has some slight myopia, and it doesn't affect his life if he doesn't usually wear it, but he will try to wear it when he can wear it at work.

Qiao Hengxin looked at Duan Xuyan, who was already at work, and he could only temporarily put down the doubts in his stomach at this time, and find time to have a good chat with Duan Xuyan another day.

After Qiao Hengxin left, Duan Xuyan's office was completely quiet. Neither he nor Mo Xiaoyu spoke, and the only sound in the spacious and simple office was the sound of Duan Xuyan typing on the keyboard.

Mo Xiaoyu never played games for more than an hour, because his eyes would feel uncomfortable after an hour, and he would put the game aside and go to find Duan Xuyan.

Duan Xuyan was looking through the reports submitted by several teams of the company during the days when he was away, and felt someone around him, and when he turned his head, he saw Mo Xiaoyu standing a few steps away from him.

Looking at Mo Xiaoyu who was standing still, Duan Xuyan was stunned for a moment, took off his glasses, and said softly, "Xiaoyu, what's the matter? Come here."

Mo Xiaoyu blinked, walked slowly towards him, and looked at the gold-rimmed glasses that Duan Xuyan put on the table casually.

Duan Xuyan shook hands and held Mo Xiaoyu's hand hanging by his side, "Xuyan wears glasses and Xiaoyu doesn't recognize him?"

"……know."

It's not that Mo Xiaoyu can't recognize Duan Xuyan just because of a pair of glasses, it's just that Duan Xuyan, who wears glasses to work, has a expressionless face and looks very cold, which is very different from his usual appearance. He looks a little scared.

Mo Xiaoyu couldn't tell the reason why he didn't go over just now, but Duan Xuyan could probably guess it himself. He squeezed Mo Xiaoyu's hand and said softly: "Xiaoyu's eyes are tired, aren't they?"

Mo Xiaoyu looked at him and nodded.

"Is Xiao Yu thirsty?"

"……A little bit."

"Drink some water, Xu Yan brought it for you, it's in the backpack, Xiao Yu will get it by herself."

Mo Xiaoyu turned around and walked back to the side of the sofa, unzipped the backpack, and took out a white thermos from inside.

He used to pick up the thermos cups that others didn't want when he was picking up bottles and rummaging through the trash can, so he still knew that after opening the lid, the round thing in the middle had to be pressed down to pour out the water.

He doesn't like to drink tasteless water. Duan Xuyan prepares honey water for him, which is not very sweet, but every sip has a faint sweet taste.

Mo Xiaoyu sat on the carpet of the coffee table, using the lid of the thermos cup as a cup, drank two cups in a row, poured another cup and gave it to Duan Xuyan.

Duan Xuyan has been watching him. Seeing him walking back with the lid of the thermos cup carefully, he pursed his lips and smiled, stretched out his hands to take it, and said softly, "Thank you Xiaoyu."

Mo Xiaoyu smiled shyly, "You're welcome."

Duan Xuyan finished drinking the honey water that Mo Xiaoyu poured for him, and returned the lid to him. Mo Xiaoyu took it back and put the lid back on, then put the thermos cup back into his backpack, took out the brush and drawing book, and was ready to draw.

He didn't want to sit on the sofa, so he leaned against the coffee table and sat on the clean and soft carpet. He looked up and saw Duan Xuyan looking at him, and reminded: "Xuyan has to work."

Duan Xuyan smiled and turned to face the computer, and put on her glasses again, "Xiaoyu is right, Xuyan has to work."

This is the same as when they were at home, Duan Xuyan was busy with his own work, and Mo Xiaoyu painted his own. They were quiet and focused, but they were both used to each other's existence.

Mo Xiaoyu can see Duan Xuyan as long as he raises his head, and Duan Xuyan can see him as long as he turns his head.

After ten o'clock in the morning, several people entered Duan Xuyan's office one after another. Some of them came in alone, and some came in four or five together.

Mo Xiaoyu was very focused when he was painting, and didn't care much about what the people who came in were looking for Duan Xuyan, but sometimes when he looked up to find Duan Xuyan, he would occasionally peek at him at the girl wearing a skirt.

At this time, Mo Xiaoyu would show a smile on his face, his almond eyes curved like crescents.

Duan Xuyan saw it, signed the things sent by the staff and returned them back, and turned to Mo Xiaoyu jealously after he left, "Xiaoyu, why do you smile so nicely at others?"

Mo Xiaoyu was still holding the paintbrush in his hand, he was puzzled when he heard what Duan Xuyan said, "Huh?"

Duan Xuyan felt that he needed to recharge his battery, so he stood up while holding his desk and walked towards Mo Xiaoyu.

Mo Xiaoyu sat without moving, quietly waiting for Duan Xuyan to come to him, looked up at him, "Xuyan?"

Duan Xuyan knelt down and held Mo Xiaoyu's face with both hands, "Let Xuyan see who smiled so cutely at others just now, isn't it you? Huh?"

Mo Xiaoyu didn't know what it means to be jealous, but he thought Duan Xuyan's reaction was amusing. He let go of the colored pen in his hand and helped Duan Xuyan hold his face. With a sly smile, he said deliberately: "It's Xiaoyu, it's Xiaoyu .”

"So good-looking? Then Xuyan also wants to smile nicely for others." Duan Xuyan said as he gestured to let go of his hands to get up.

Mo Xiaoyu became anxious all at once, clutching him tightly, "No way!"

"Why not?" Duan Xuyan pretended to be confused, and even moved his wrist a little, as if he wanted to withdraw the hand that was tightly held by Mo Xiaoyu, "Xiaoyu can do it, so can Xuyan?"

"No! Xuyan can't!" Mo Xiaoyu was angry, anxious and aggrieved, for fear that Duan Xuyan would really go to make others smile, "Xuyan belongs to Xiaoyu, so it's not allowed."

Duan Xuyan didn't seem to expect Mo Xiaoyu to say this, his expression was taken aback, then he raised his eyebrows and looked down at Mo Xiaoyu, "Xuyan belongs to Xiaoyu, so does Xiaoyu belong to Xuyan?"

Mo Xiaoyu hurriedly responded: "Yes! Yes!"

Duan Xuyan squatted down again, looked directly at Mo Xiaoyu and said, "Then we own each other, right?"

Mo Xiaoyu pursed her lips aggrievedly, moved her butt that was sitting on the carpet, rubbed it forward, put her arms around Duan Xuyan's neck, leaned herself into Duan Xuyan's arms, and pressed her soft cheek against his shoulder.

"Correct."