Mr. Mo smells so good

Chu Qing was also tired and almost fell asleep after sticking to the pillow. Mo Yuhui looked at him sideways and smiled lightly. He really didn't expect that they could get along like this one day. He thought he only treated him like this. There will be tit for tat.

The place on the leg that was pressed was slightly hot, but it was much better, and it was no longer a blind pain. He turned off the bedside light and closed his eyes.

At the end of the day, he was trying to hold on, but after taking a bath and being pressed by that person's legs, his body finally felt more comfortable, and he fell asleep after a while.

Maybe he was really too tired, and he didn't wake up at night. When he woke up, it was already morning. Mo Yuhui subconsciously turned his head to look at the people around him, but found that the quilt was empty and there was no one there.

He stood up and glanced at his watch. It was already past eight o'clock, a little later than usual.

Usually Mo Yuhui wakes up first, this is the first time that Chu Qing has woken up like this.

After Chu Qing woke up in the morning and told the people around him to still fall asleep, he originally wanted to lie down until he woke up, but seeing that it was already eight o'clock, the person still hasn't woken up, probably because he was too tired yesterday, so he got up a little bit by himself. After all, he Got to get up and make breakfast.

After Mo Yuhui got up and washed, he left the room and watched the man busy in the kitchen. Chu Qing raised his head when he heard the movement.

"Are you awake? Did you sleep well?"

"Ah, very good."

Mo Yuhui slowly descended while holding the handrail of the stairs

"How are your legs?"

Seeing that he was coming down to serve soup, Chu Qing couldn't help asking when he saw the man walking slowly.

"It's all right."

"You liar? Your essential oil is not a panacea."

Chu Qing curled his lips while cracking eggs and said, he knew that it was useless to ask such a question, and he could only blame that if he could say something happened.

Mo Yuhui smiled and did not continue this topic.

"What are you doing?"

"I made a cream of mushroom bisque."

Chu Qing found an exquisite western-style small ear pot and filled the thick soup. Mo Yuhui had just sat down on the dining table, and when he saw him bring it over, he couldn't help leaning over to look at it. I have a bit of an appetite.

Chu Qing put the fried eggs and baked waffles on the table again, thought for a while and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of fresh orange juice, and put them directly in Mo Yuhui's hand.

"Don't you drink?"

Mo Yuhui saw that he only brought over a cup and couldn't help asking

"I'll just drink this soup. This soup may be a bit greasy. I don't know if you're used to it. If you're not used to it, just drink two sips of orange juice."

Mo Yuhui laughed when he heard his words and said

"I'll get used to it."

He will definitely get used to the soup he made early in the morning.

After drinking the soup, Chu Qing felt refreshed physically and mentally. He raised his head and asked the man

"How about it?"

"It's delicious, how can you make this, and this waffle."

Mo Yuhui was quite surprised that he would do this.

"I learned this from my landlord when I went to Italy. The landlord is an old lady who knows how to live and is very enthusiastic about people. I am embarrassed to learn something from her every day."

"Have you ever been to Italy?"

Mo Yuhui's questioning tone made Chu Qing laugh

"I can only stay in East Africa, can't I go to developed countries? Once I organized a one-month vacation, I went to Italy for a tour."

"How are you playing?"

Mo Yuhui asked him with a smile

"It's good. It was autumn when I went there. I rented a car and visited Florence and Rome. By the way, have you ever been to Italy?"

Chu Qing asked him while eating waffles

"I've been to Rome once."

"Do you have an arena? Really, the arena is really shocking. There is also the Pantheon, which is really interesting. And sitting on a higher roof in the afternoon to watch the sunset, the red and yellow maple leaves all over the ground, really It's very beautiful."

Mo Yuhui was quite willing to see Chu Qing dancing with his arms and legs, as if he could see the scene through his description, but he could only shake his head

"I haven't been there. I was talking about a project at the time, and I didn't go to the scenic spots much."

"Oh, that's a pity."

"But you can introduce it, maybe there will be a chance to go in the future."

Only then did Chu Qing rekindle his emotions and continue to tell him what he saw and heard along the way.

This morning, eating thick soup and talking about exotic customs, passed very quickly.

After eating, Chu Qing went to clean up, and Mo Yuhui went into the study again. Chu Qing made himself a cup of coffee as usual, and then followed him to the study like a little tail.

Mo Yuhui was on the phone, no, to be precise, he was having a conference call. After listening to it for a long time, Chu Qing couldn't figure out why, so he found a book with his eyelids, but he couldn't read it, so he looked at it from time to time The person on the phone, he sat on his side, and the person couldn't see him if he didn't turn his head.

Mo Yuhui's expression was a little serious, he said very little, and most of the time he was listening, and the follow-up tone was a bit harsh, but the voice was not loud, but people would subconsciously obey after hearing it, which Chu Qing rarely saw look.

After talking on the phone for about 15 minutes, Chu Qing walked around to the front of his desk, and Mo Yuhui looked up at him from the email. His gaze was gone from the coldness he had when he was on the phone before, only the gentleness with warmth remained, and he asked him

"boring?"

"A bit."

Chu Qing was sitting opposite his large desk, lying on the table and playing with the sandalwood pen holder on the desk, Mo Yuhui wanted to laugh when he saw him lying on his stomach

"Do you have rice paper here?"

"Want to write?"

"Try to see if your pen works well."

Chu Qing took a brush from the pen holder, put it in his mouth and blew it. Mo Yuhui smiled, got up and went to find rice paper for him, and asked him another question

"Do you want ink or ink ingots?"

Chu Qing suddenly looked up at him.

"If Mr. Mo gives ink, I will use ink ingots. If I don't grind it, I can only reluctantly use ink."

Mo Yuhui sighed with a smile, took an ink ingot back and sat down while supporting the table, raised his hand to add some water to the inkstone on one side, and slowly circled in the inkstone with the ink ingot.

Grinding is a matter of exercising one's mind, one can meditate and concentrate, and this person's movements at this moment are even more leisurely and peaceful, making people feel as if they can relax.

The inkstone came out quickly, with bursts of ink fragrance wafting out, and slowly some purple ink came out. Seeing that it was almost the same, Mo Yuhui took the ink ingot, smiled slightly and said

"Okay, Young Master Chu can write now."

Only then did Chu Qing happily find a book of poems, picked up the brush and began to write ink on the rice paper.

Fortunately, the desk is big enough, and Chu Qing's writing on the opposite side doesn't affect Mo Yuhui's reading emails. Young Master Chu finally sat on the bench, writing quietly and without fuss.

The author says:

Haha, if I want to comment, I just say that Mr. Mo is not favored

He was very serious at work, but turned around and gave Xiao Chu Momo a good temper

It's enough for Young Master Chu who wants to use ink if he doesn't give ink

By the way, can you imagine Mr. Mo calming down and grinding?Ha ha

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