The Lord of the Quick Transmigration is addicted to the paranoid dragon again today

After finishing the phone call with Mu Bai, Fu Yu felt inexplicably annoyed. It was as if there were a tangled mess of threads entangled in his heart, making him feel very uncomfortable.

He has always disliked the feeling that everything is out of his control, as if he is in a fog, unable to find the direction or grasp the clue.

His eyes fell on the thick pile of documents, and Fu Yu frowned. He pushed the documents aside, stood up, and went to the restaurant. In fact, there were still two hours before the agreed time. This was the first time Fu Yu had skipped work.

Fu Yu arrived at the restaurant and, under the guidance of the waiter, came to the reserved private room. After the waiter led him to the place, Fu Yu felt that there was nothing he needed help with at the moment, so he waved his hand and asked the waiter to leave.

Then, he slowly walked into the box, went straight to the window, reached out and gently pushed the window open. The breeze outside the window took the opportunity to slip in, gently brushing his cheek, bringing a touch of freshness.

Fu Yu took out a cigarette box from his pocket, took out a cigarette with familiar movements, and neatly held it between his slender fingers. Then, with a "click", the flame of the lighter jumped out. He lowered his head slightly, put the cigarette close to the flame, took a light puff, and the cigarette ignited. Wisps of smoke began to rise and slowly spread in the box.

Fu Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, with a complicated look in his eyes. Sometimes, he felt that he was quite hypocritical.

Mingming was extremely disgusted with smokers, but as long as he rolled up his sleeves, the scars of all sizes caused by cigarette burns on his arms would be exposed. Those scars were like ugly and glaring "marks", and each one was left by his biological mother.

Whenever his eyes touched these scars, an indescribable emotion would surge in his heart. The disgust was like a tide, instantly drowning him. But even he himself could not tell whether this disgust was directed at himself or something else.

In the company, Fu Yu has established an unbreakable rule - no one is allowed to smoke. No one in the company dares to disobey, and no one dares to touch this "red line".

In everyone's eyes, Fu Yu is the benchmark figure who firmly resists cigarettes, as if there is an insurmountable gap between him and cigarettes.

However, in private, he was a completely different person from when he was at work. Once out of sight, he would chain-smoke one cigarette after another, his smoking posture being more intense than many people.

It seemed that only in this unknown corner could he completely relax, letting himself immerse himself in the swirling smoke, and releasing little by little through the smoke the emotions that he usually hid deep in his heart and dared not show to others.

However, Fu Yu didn't smoke too much today. After all, he was outside and had to be cautious. He only smoked five cigarettes, and then stood quietly by the window for a while, letting the breeze outside the window gently blow away the smell of cigarettes.

When he felt that the smell on his body was gone, he straightened his clothes and turned back into the serious and stern Mr. Fu of the past.

Fu Yu slowly walked back to the table, sat down, picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip of hot tea, but his thoughts gradually drifted away.

I wonder what that bad-tempered kitten is doing right now? Thinking of that cute and naughty kitten, Fu Yu's stern temperament softened a bit, and a subtle tenderness appeared in his eyes.

Meanwhile, Mu Bai, listening to 886's report, was stunned to learn that Fu Yu had already arrived a while ago, his face filled with surprise and astonishment. In his mind, with his wife's workaholic nature, she would probably arrive a few minutes early.

So he made some careful plans and planned to arrive half an hour early, thinking that this would give him plenty of time to prepare well so that he could tease his wife to his heart's content.

But the current situation was completely beyond his expectations. He didn't expect his wife to go so early, which really disrupted his original rhythm.

Mu Bai didn't dare to delay any longer, and hurriedly got up. As he walked out in a hurry, he kept muttering to himself, "My dear wife, I'm coming." For some reason, although he had met Fu Yu in cat form, this was the first time he had seen her in human form.

Just like the young lady riding in a bridal sedan for the first time, Mu Bai's heart was filled with both nervousness and excitement. This time, his wife was truly closed off, keeping everyone at arm's length. Her heart was filled with guardedness, using an invisible barrier to isolate everything from his world.

This was the first time Mu Bai felt so insecure about himself. He always wanted to show a better version of himself in front of the one he loved, so he was a little insecure. Mu Bai once asked 886, "How do I look like today?"

It is winter now, and Mu Bai is going for a literary and warm man style today, with a loose oatmeal-colored long trench coat. The trench coat has smooth lines and no excessive decorations, simple yet elegant.

He wore a light blue denim shirt with the collar slightly open, revealing a white cotton base shirt underneath, which was layered and refreshing. He paired it with black straight jeans, which looked neat and capable. This simple yet fashionable combination fully demonstrated his unique charm.

He also thoughtfully brought a scarf, the color of which matched Fu Yu's clothes very well. It was so cold and his wife was wearing a little less today. When they left later, he would casually put it on him. Hahaha, he was really thoughtful.

886 sighed helplessly, "Brother, you've asked me this at least 20 times. You're really handsome. You've made your wife fall head over heels under your jeans."

"Do you think he likes white hair?"

Because Mu Bai was a white cat in disguise, his hair was as pure white as snowflakes, as if woven from the purest clouds. As he walked, a few strands of hair occasionally playfully blocked his eyes, adding a touch of mystery. It sparkled in the sunlight.

And those eyes also retained the characteristics of a cat, like two emerald green gems. He transformed his originally emerald green eyes into a deep, inky black.

【like. 】

"Really?"

【Hehe, I don’t know, because I’m just guessing.】

"Haha, do you think you're funny?" Mu Bai was speechless. "If Fu Yu doesn't like me, I'll kill you."

[Who said this hair is not pretty? This hair is amazing! ]

"886, you can go die now. I find you are really floating now!"