The beauty god is forced to love every day

"Can I smoke here?" Yan Qing asked politely.

"can."

Yan Qing took out a cigarette and sniffed it gently. It smelled faintly of tobacco, but it was not the same smell as Mu Tingxiao.

"Do you have a lighter?"

Xiao Er took out a silver lighter from the drawer of his desk and lit it for Yan Qing naturally.

Yan Qing choked after taking his first puff and started coughing. The smoke slowly rose, making his delicate facial features more three-dimensional.

The flickering sparks danced between the two fingers, just like the night view in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, dreamy but unreal.

Xiao Er looked at the tall and straight figure and felt very lonely. Although he obviously didn't know how to smoke and was choked to death, he still slowly put the cigarette into his mouth.

Yan Qing felt very complicated. He didn't expect Mu Tingxiao to really let him go. The reason he rushed over was to save him.

He was very emotional at the time and did not listen to Mu Tingxiao's explanation. Instead, he shot him directly. If he had not been in a disturbed state of mind at the time, the shot would have missed.

Mu Tingxiao might really be... dead.

His body was still stained with Mu Tingxiao's blood, like a whirlpool that was about to swallow him up bit by bit.

The word "love" appeared in his mind for the first time, and it seemed to be embodied in Mu Tingxiao.

But he only felt more annoyed because he couldn't afford sincerity.

Just when I was about to take a puff of my cigarette, I found that the cigarette in my hand had been taken away.

Xiao Er put out the cigarette casually, met Yan Qing's puzzled eyes, and persuaded, "Master Yan, if I were here, I would never let you smoke."

"Go back and rest first!"

Yan Qing took a look at the half-smoked cigarette thrown into the trash can and left without saying a word.

Xiao Er looked at Yan Qing's back as he left. It seemed that he had offended Young Master Yan, otherwise he would not have looked at him coldly.

Yan Qing glanced at Mu Tingxiao through the glass. His short hair, which was originally combed backwards, fell down naturally. He lacked his usual fierceness and decisiveness, and had a touch of gentleness.

He just glanced at it for a few seconds, then looked away and left alone.

One or two appropriate bubbles, [Boss, now is the best time to leave, do you need me to book a plane ticket? ]

Yan Qing's hand holding the elevator button paused for a moment until someone came up, then he came to his senses and silently let go.

Is he leaving?

I asked myself this question countless times, but the result was always: I don’t know.

What kept coming to his mind was the moment when he went out, Mu Tingxiao smiled and told him to come back early, and the moment when Mu Tingxiao faced the muzzle of his gun in the underground garage.

It was not doubt but determination, as if even if it cost Mu Tingxiao's life, he would give it to me without hesitation.

Seeing that his boss had not come out of the elevator for a long time and was about to ascend, Yi Er carefully reminded him, "Boss, we've arrived."

Yan Qing mechanically reached out and pressed the button, and the elevator opened again. He walked out slowly and drove away.

A man ran to the suburban racing point and sped madly. The only sound in the quiet night was the roar of the engine.

When turning, the speed was too fast and the vehicle lost control instantly. With a sharp brake sound and metal twisting sound, the car slammed to the inside.

The huge impact force caused the bumper to shatter instantly, and the fragments flew everywhere, flashing strange light under the cold moonlight.

The airbag in the car popped out with a bang, and Yan Qing's mind went blank for a moment. It took him a while to slowly regain consciousness.

I opened the car door and walked down, and took a rough check. It wasn't a big problem, just the bumper was broken.

Yi Er huddled up, looking at Yan Qing who was extremely calm, and swallowed subconsciously, "Boss, are you okay?"

Yan Qing suddenly understood, "I won't leave. I'll wait for Mu Tingxiao to wake up."

Yi Er didn't understand why the boss suddenly decided not to leave, so he silently canceled the booked flight.

Yan Qing started the car and drove towards Mu Garden. He took a casual shower, changed into clean clothes and went out.

in the hospital.

Xiao San looked at the message on his phone and scratched his hair in annoyance. "Do you think Master Yan will take this opportunity to leave?"

Xiao Yi slowly exhaled a puff of smoke. The rising mist made him narrow his eyes, and a cold light flashed across them.

"If he leaves, I don't mind bringing him back. The boss is in this condition now, and he will lose control of his emotions if he can't see Young Master Yan."

Xiao Er pushed the door open and took a puff of cigarette without warning. The strong nicotine made him dizzy. He strode forward and opened the window.

"Can't you two smoke less? It smells terrible."

Upon hearing this, Xiaoyi silently put out the cigarette in his hand, leaned back on the sofa and said nothing.

Xiao San smiled indifferently, with a cigarette between his lips, "Second brother, don't you smoke too? I could smell it when I came in."

Xiao Er glanced at Xiao San through the lenses, walked forward, snatched the cigarette and threw it into the trash can.

"Master Yan is back and is now guarding Master in the ward."

"What?" Xiao San exclaimed, "Master Yan is back, this is incredible."

Compared to Xiaosan's fuss, Xiaoyi seemed much calmer.

Xiao Er threw the car keys over and said, "Take the car and get it fixed. Master Yan said the bumper was damaged."

Xiao San took the key and said, "Why me? Why not just assign someone else?"

Xiao Yi raised his foot and kicked Xiao San, "Your second brother asked you to go, so just go. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

"Oh!" Xiao San reluctantly took the car keys and left.

Xiao Er leaned tiredly on the sofa, reached out to take his glasses, but accidentally poked the lens.

Xiaoyi naturally reached out to take off Xiaoer's glasses, stood up and walked behind him, pressing his fingers on Xiaoer's temple.

"If you are too tired, take a rest and I will give you a massage."

"Thank you, big brother." Xiao Er leaned his head back and squinted because he couldn't see clearly.

Xiaoyi lowered his eyes, and it was unclear what he was thinking, but his gaze was all focused on Xiaoer's face, looking at him obsessively.

His gaze moved from the handsome eyebrows to the straight nose, and then to the sexy thin lips. The tie hung crookedly around his neck.

The top two buttons were undone, revealing a small section of her collarbone, which was fair and beautiful.

It's so white, I wonder if it will leave bruises if bitten. The violent factor in my body can't help but burst out, and I want to torture the person in front of me.

Xiaoyi suddenly realized that he had crossed the line and hurriedly withdrew his gaze. Fortunately, the person in front of him did not notice his dirty thoughts.

Xiao Er is severely nearsighted, to the point where he can’t see clearly even when people are right in front of him.

The eldest brother once found the most authoritative ophthalmologist to perform surgery on Xiao Er, but even after entering the operating room, Xiao Er still refused to do it.

The boss once asked the reason, and Xiao Er just said: I don’t want to erase the last trace.

Noticing that Xiao Er's breathing was steady and his eyes had closed without him noticing when, he stopped moving.

He carefully picked the person up and placed him on the bed, staring at him blankly. Several times he stretched out his hand, but when it approached that face, it stopped silently in mid-air.

I stood there for a long time, until my legs began to feel numb, and then I slowly left.