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Ling Muchen hesitated for a long time.

"Wait a minute." There was no extra emotion in the cold voice.But the words have already been retained.

"Please don't follow me!" It's a pity that Qi Yan couldn't understand this man's domineering so-called retention.Ligature faces with a bit of contemptuous nobility?

"Then stop." He said coldly, no longer forcing him, but asking him to stop indifferently.

The footsteps were soft.

"Qi Yan, do you think it's aggrieved to stay under the same roof as the head of the office?" Ling Muchen threatened coldly: "I've been wronged so much, isn't the daily work very hard?"

"You...you are sick!" Qi Yan thought in his heart, what would happen if I said yes?Maybe there will be nothing good at work in the future?Qi Yan thought for a while, and answered seriously: "No. I don't feel hard at all!" Are you satisfied now?

He even smirked: "If you want to come, I welcome you anytime."

"It's enough to have this sentence." Naturally, I can hear the falsehood, but it's better than nothing.What does he want?Or just, look at that person's unwillingness?

"then you go."

If you want to go there, go there.It wasn't something he should have cared about.If it wasn't for some reason, Ling Muchen would never have thought of living in this place.

He is the young master of a wealthy family. He has been wearing gold and silver since he was a child, and he has always lived a life of luxury and corruption.

Qi Yan, what is he?What's his again?

It's just that, passerby.

When Ling Muchen said this, he had already turned around on his own, and then fell headlong into Qi Yan's bed.Completely ignoring the latter's reaction, Ling Muchen fell asleep and fell asleep.

"Then I'm leaving." This was definitely a dream.It was a nightmare, second only to that neurotic erotic dream he had that time!

But in the story, Ling Muchen was actually there.

It's just that there is no such so-called sunshine, no such gentle smile, and no such so-called confession of true feelings.Some are just the self-righteousness and contempt of this wealthy family, and some are just threats of orders and interests.There is only the relationship between the boss and the subordinate, and the obedience and utilization of this person when he is called.

It's just that, it doesn't matter.

But he didn't leave quickly, but stayed in place a little uneasy.

"Then, since you live in my house, it's not too much for me to say something about the rules?" The man didn't respond, and Qi Yan said to himself: "First of all, you must never rummage through my things—especially photo albums and personal items .And definitely don’t bring other people here...”

"After that, I'm not in charge of cooking!"

I don't know if he is listening, Qi Yan chattered on and on.

Twelve o'clock sharp.At the same time, Ling Muchen turned over and looked at Qi Yan with piercing eyes: "Would you like to have dinner with me first." He hesitated and added: "Well, as a thank you." It didn't look like an "invitation" at all. look.

"Qi Yan? Don't want me to ask you a second time?" He, Ling Muchen, is going to be begging so hard, who will have dinner with him?

"Excuse me, may I say no." Qi Yan took a serious look at Ling Muchen.

"What do you think?" Ling Muchen glanced at Qi Yan expressionlessly, and then he ignored Qi Yan who was standing aside blankly, walked to the front of Qi Yan's wardrobe, and opened it without hesitation.

"What are you doing? Don't look through my clothes!" That's why I said that I can't touch my personal belongings!Mo Hanqi rarely touches his cabinet.

"Stand still, don't move." Ling Muchen gave Qi Yan a cold look and ordered.

"You...what are you going to do?" Qi Yan felt that at least he had some right to intervene in this matter.

"Is there any treasure in your cabinet?" He snorted coldly.Ling Muchen turned his head and glanced at Qi Yan: "Is there still something shameful?" He opened the cabinet as he spoke.

The cabinet is fairly tidy, with a lot of "business-type" plaid shirts and monochrome shirts on one end, and personalized sweaters that don't match the type and style at the other end.

"That's it." Ling Muchen scanned the entire cabinet and picked out the clothes he chose.

Qi Yan could clearly see Ling Muchen's eyes swaying back and forth between the plaid shirts and sweaters on both sides, but finally picked up a colorful men's sweater without hesitation.The reason why I say "yet" is because it is really unbelievable.

Most of the plaid shirts on the left were bought by Mo Hanqi, and of course they were also selected by Mo Hanqi.The taste is indeed higher and the feeling is more mature.

The sweater on the right was bought by Qi Yan himself when he was studying, and it looks childish to wear out, so he seldom wears it anymore.

"What are you going to do?" Back to the point and asked.However, Ling Muchen had already started to unbutton his clothes.Soon, the upper body was completely naked|naked.The fair skin is exposed, and the figure looks thin, but it has tight six small muscles and deep mermaid lines.

"You're sick." It's simply exposing!Qi Yan was stunned for a moment, not embarrassed to look over, so he just bit the bullet and asked: "Ling Muchen... What are you doing?"

"Undressing, of course." Ling Muchen didn't care about exposing his young and muscular figure, but squinted at Qi Yan, "It's not the first time I saw it, don't you want to be shy?"

"You don't have shame, right?" It was rare to snort coldly with a little arrogance, "You actually wear my clothes, can you wear them?" Qi Yan couldn't help asking himself.

"What do you think?" Ling Muchen put the clothes on her upper body perfectly, and proudly gestured to her slender lower body with her hands.Although Ling Muchen has muscles, they are very tight, because his physique is not wide, but his body is actually very thin, and he looks thin when he puts on clothes.However, it's all about leg length.

"You...are sick!" Qi Yan was blocked by his triumphant movements, and he nodded in his heart for a long time, not daring to think about anything.

"Do you have pants?" Ling Muchen ignored him, as if he was used to being told that, and only glanced at Qi Yan.

"Yes." Qi Yan answered bluntly in order not to cause trouble for himself, "But you can't wear it."

"Sweatpants are fine." Ling Muchen replied blankly, "Your pants are too messy, find them yourself."

"Okay, you wait." Qi Yan didn't understand at all, could he be able to wear the sweatpants?As much as I hate to admit it, leg length does have a direct impact on trouser size.Seeming to see what Qi Yan was thinking at a glance, Ling Muchen smiled with his mouth hooked: "My waist is very narrow, so I can wear it as cropped pants."

"I know you have long legs, is it okay?" Qi Yan took out a pair of trousers from the cabinet, and finally saw that Ling Muchen really put them on in the posture of "cropped trousers".He felt uncomfortable for no reason, so he asked unhappily, "Ask you something, why do you have to wear my clothes?"

"Why? What do you think..." Squinting his eyes, he smiled strangely.

"I know I'm still asking you?" He already knew how to deal with this man, not looking into his eyes, not looking at his face, not even listening to what he said.

"Of course it's because I want it." With an extremely domineering answer, Ling Muchen's rare gentle smile failed to catch Qi Yan's eyes because the other party's back was turned away.

"That, that clothes... remember to return them to me after you wear them." Qi Yan said in a low voice, very worried, and after a closer look, he found that the sweatpants he and Mo Hanqi had bought together were from Adidas. .

"...Is it expensive?"

"It's not expensive or not!...But this one on you is the one I usually wear the most." Qi Yan tried to tactfully tell the other party the same truth, young master, it's really not good for you to wear other people's clothes like this.

"How much is it, I'll buy it." Ling Muchen looked at Qi Yan coldly again, with a little disdain in his eyes.

What he thought about was, doesn't Ling Muchen deserve to wear his clothes?

"I didn't ask for money... I just hope you don't wear my clothes?" Wearing his clothes, still dislike him?Accidentally spoke the truth.Naturally, she looked unhappy at Shang Ling Muchen.Qi Yan told him seriously with no expression on his face: "Eldest young master, it's not that I don't like you wearing my clothes, but I don't like anyone wearing them."

Hearing such an answer, Ling Muchen's face turned slightly.Ling Muchen seems to be quite satisfied with the result of the matching outfit, especially when he finally found a hat to cover his golden yellow hair, wearing a casual outfit with a pair of Italian calfskin shoes? …

"Ling Muchen. This is the key. I'll go first." Only then did he check the time and run away as if making up his mind.

Ling Muchen looked at the small room and at the empty door.Originally, he was indeed hungry, but for some reason he didn't want to go out alone.Qi Yan's excuse was really uncomfortable, even though Ling Muchen knew this, he couldn't say anything at all.

He and Qi Yan are just the most ordinary subordinates.And he was just out of need.To put it bluntly, this is just a use.

It was the thing Ling Muchen had always taken for granted - stepping on anyone's head and providing for her own needs.

……

Perhaps the young master is also rarely lonely.He flipped through the phone casually, but directly deleted all kinds of text messages and emails from unknown people in the phone.

until you see the display on the screen.Zero unread mail, and zero inbox.

Ling Muchen closed his eyes, finally falling asleep.

He is rarely actually asleep.But there is an inexplicable sense of security in this small broken bed.

He had a dream that day, about when he was young.When all the children were playing together, he would just hold a heavy English-French dictionary that people of his age could not understand, straighten his chest, and walk past without even looking at it.

Because he is Ling Muchen.

...

Ling Muchen is destined to be the person expected by those who are attracted by this name.Whether he wants to or not.

It's a pity that the sleep was too short.

Ling Muchen just felt a little bored, then flipped through the photo album on the cabinet in Qi Yan's room.But it was probably a little boring, and he actually got a little absorbed in watching it.

There is a photo as simple as that, the background is the grass next to the World Square in downtown C, and a zebra road with all kinds of people coming and going.One is in a hurry, but the other is very pleasant.In the distance are circles of halos, the sun is streaming slowly, shining on every part of the earth, and the boy with the baby face.

It is clearly visible that Qi Yan is wearing a very clean, colorful and very individual sweater.In the photo, he is smiling happily.

The person who took his photo must be someone he likes.

At the same time, Ling Muchen smiled, but withdrew his smile again.

At that time, Ling Muchen subconsciously touched his clothes.

His fingertips ran across the surface of the cloth, which was not very good, and was a little white due to the invasion of time.Subconsciously lowered his head and sniffed the smell, there was nothing, just the smell of washing powder? …

He carefully held the photo in his hand.After hesitating for a moment, he took out his mobile phone and took nearly ten photos over and over again.

It's just an ordinary photo.

Ling Muchen smiled boredly, and accidentally found a row of small words under the photo: Jet'aime, Jet'adore