After I made a biography for my scumbag ex, I was on fire

"Muson?"

Mu Song didn't respond for a long time, Lu Yuan called out again, calling Mu Song back from his contemplation.

"Don't be dazed, come and eat while it's hot."

Lu Yuan picked up the porridge bowl, scooped up a spoonful and put it into his mouth as if to tempt him.

"Well, it smells so good! Song, it's your favorite flavor, come and taste it."

As Lu Yuan said, he walked up to him, took another spoonful, blew it, and handed it to Mu Song's mouth.

"Come, have a taste of my craft..."

Lu Yuan's voice is nice, thick, and has a metallic magnetic texture, which is very textured.

In addition, he was born in the southern country, but grew up with the grandfather of the northern man, so there are some very special "southern accents and northern accents" in his accent.

So far, Mu Song has never heard a voice similar to his.

There used to be a CV studio, and he discussed cooperation with him, and wanted to make "Bull and Dog Not Compatible" into a radio drama, but the CV that could be attacked has not been determined.

In the end, in Mu Song's heart, "Cows and Dogs Are Not Compatible" is the story of him and Lu Yuan. Those words that Lu Yuan said are replaced by other people's voices, so there is nothing wrong with them.

Lu Yuan's words had to be spoken in his own voice, which almost didn't taste that way, and couldn't fully express what he wanted to express.

Just like at the moment, he was just persuading him to drink porridge, but the ambiguous tone in his tone was like a feather, making Mu Song feel itchy and goosebumps all over his body.

"Good, open your mouth..."

Listening to Lu Yuan's seductive voice, looking at the delicious porridge on his lips, Mu Song was very irritable with mixed flavors.

"Be good, why be good?! Teasing the child! You stop eating yours, I have my own hands..."

With a dark face, Mu Song bypassed Lu Yuan, sat on the dining table, and ate his own bowl.

As for Lu Yuan, he was not angry when he was bullied by Mu Song, but he was very happy to see him seriously eating the porridge he made.

"How is it? The taste is not bad..."

Pulling away the chair next to Mu Song, Lu Yuan sat down before he could speak.

Between the two, there is only a short distance, and every micro expression of Mu Song can be seen clearly.

In the past, they rarely sat so close and ate together.

Lu Yuan leaves early and returns late, and eats three meals a day. Basically, only breakfast is eaten at home, still under the pressure of Mu Song.

Lu's Group's business spreads all over the world, and when he wakes up, there will be a lot of to-do items in Mr. Lu's mailbox that need to be dealt with.

Therefore, the morning time is the most stressful.

If according to Lu Yuan's own wishes, he can make something convenient to carry. It will save time for him to eat on the road or take it to the office than at home.

But Mu Song refused.

As soon as Lu Yuan leaves the house, he will quickly enter the working state, often starting a conference call in the car.

The prepared breakfast was often too late to eat, and I was hungry until noon before I filled it up again.

Lu Yuan has a bad stomach, that's why.

Therefore, after a serious stomach bleeding, Mu Song insisted that Lu Yuan eat breakfast before leaving the house under his nose.

Even if, for this, Mu Song got up an hour earlier than Lu Yuan every morning, he would not complain.

Lu Yuan likes to eat porridge, which is very similar to Mu Song.

Moreover, the traditional porridge in G City not only provides sufficient energy, but is also very nutritious.

Therefore, most of the time, Mu Song will cook porridge, which also means that he has to get up earlier.

Almost unshakable, I got up at six o'clock every day, and before I had time to wash up, I just simmered the porridge and rice stewed the day before on a low heat.

After washing, wash and chop the ingredients, and when Lu Yuan wakes up, he rolls the porridge made of rice oil, and the porridge of various flavors is freshly baked.

After Lu Yuan washed and dressed, the temperature of the porridge was just right, just right for eating.

Everything is so appropriate, so that every day of Lu Yuan has a gentle and full start.

Lu Yuan is not ignorant of Mu Song's dedication, and even touched.

However, after all, the bad roots of human nature cannot be overcome.

When Mu Song took this day-to-day dedication as a habit, the touch in Lu Yuan's heart gradually became a habit and a matter of course.

Therefore, President Lu, who has precious time, is always in trouble when drinking porridge every morning, and there is no time to savor it carefully.

If you have any thoughts, pay attention to Mu Song on a table, which chair he is sitting on, how much he has eaten, and what expression he has when eating.

Sometimes, he didn't even sit down. After eating in two or three bites, he put the bowl on the table, picked up his briefcase, and went out to attend to his important affairs.

This kind of daily life, in retrospect now, is not a grand event, not even worth mentioning.

But I can't bear it for a long time, it has become the inertia of life, and the sudden end of the day brings discomfort, which is more unacceptable than violent shocking news.

So, once again, sitting at the same table with Mu Song, Lu Yuan's mood was uncontrollably excited.

But he didn't dare to be too obvious, for fear of disturbing the sensitive Mu Song and reminding him of his past unhappiness.

Today's Lu Yuan is almost as silent as a cicada, and his mind is more delicate than a needle thread.

Looking back on the past, after ten years of carelessness, Lu Yuan was not without emotion, thinking, this may be the so-called cause and effect.

The debts I once owed have become the homework of the present.

Not only at the moment, but as Mu Song treats him, treating Mu Song well, no matter whether Mu Song agrees or not, it will be his homework willingly for the rest of his life.

Lu Yuan's mind turned a thousand times, but Mu Song didn't think about anything, he just focused on drinking the porridge and finished it in a while.

"Leave it alone! I'll clean it up."

Just as Mu Song was about to get up to wash the dishes, Lu Yuan grabbed him, his eyes were full of tenderness and care, like a good husband who loves his wife very much.

Mu Song: ...

Look at Lu Yuan's attentiveness, think about it again, he really hasn't washed a single bowl these years, Mu Song curled his lips and didn't insist anymore.

As soon as the bowl was placed on the table, he got up, went to the living room to pour a glass of water, sat on the sofa, listened to the sound of washing dishes in the kitchen, and fell into a daze silently.

In fact, after more than a month, the relationship with Lu Yuan is not his biggest headache now.

It seems that although President Lu's brain twitched and he played the drama of "chasing his wife in the crematorium", he was still within the scope of reason.

There is no dog blood, no robbery, Mu Song believes that as long as he can persevere and not be confused by his deliberate gentleness and small intentions, there should be no major problems.

Instead, it was Bai Xu...

Although, what Lu Yuan said today was considered to have dismissed Mrs. Bai, but with Bai Xu's character, would he give in easily?

If he could listen to his family, he would just throw his hands away, but if he really broke up with his family for his own sake, I'm afraid this S city would not be able to stay any longer.

Thinking about his study plan, and the future, those ideals of broadening his life, Mu Song can't help feeling a little anxious...

The headache that was suppressed by the medicine reappeared faintly, and became more severe after a while, forcing Mu Song to drink two more painkillers as a last resort.

"What? Sick?"

After washing the dishes, he saw Mu Song delivering medicine to his mouth, Lu Yuan hurried to the front, and was about to reach out to touch Mu Song's forehead.

Mu Song tilted his head, avoiding Lu Yuan's concern.

"After dinner, it's getting late, you should go back and rest."

With a cold face, Mu Song gave the order to evict the guests, but Lu Yuan seemed to have never heard of it, bent down, and picked up the medicine that Mu Song had just taken from the table.

"Are you having a headache again?"

Mu Song has migraines, but Lu Yuan has always known about it.

Because, every time Mu Song has a headache, he loves to pester him and insist on pressing his temples.

"Your hand is strong and your fingers are hard. It's much more effective than pressing it myself."

In Lu Yuan's impression, this is a rare time for Mu Song to ask him.

It is also rare for Lu Yuan to feel that he is needed.

Yes, after being together for ten years, Lu Yuan rarely felt that he was needed by Mu Song.

According to common sense, this situation, in a normal relationship, is really absurd.

Because, whether it is family, friendship, or love, a good relationship must be "mutually beneficial" and needs each other.

If only one party pays in one direction, sooner or later there will be problems.

Lu Yuan, who is proficient in business cooperation, naturally would not understand such a simple truth.

But Mu Song's love is too strong and full, soaking Lu Yuan in a honey pot, making him ignore this abnormality.

He even thought that Mu Song loved him so much that as long as he was with him, he would be happy and satisfied, and he didn't need to pay anything extra.

And Mu Song is a person who doesn't like to express his needs. What's more, Liu Di's existence makes him still unable to determine Lu Yuan's feelings.

Therefore, one has no mouth and the other has no heart, turning this relationship into a huge misunderstanding.

It wasn't until Lu Yuan finished reading "Cows and Dogs Are Not Compatible" that he understood what Mu Song didn't say.

According to what Mu Song said in the book, when he is sick, he is the most vulnerable and needs the most companionship.

Even if you don't do anything, just guard him, it's better than him staying alone.

Therefore, without further ado, Lu Yuan seized the opportunity to reflect his own value.

"Sit down, I'll give you a massage."

Who knows, but hit a hard nail.

"No. You're leaving. I'll go to bed early and I'll be fine."

As Mu Song said, he dodged Lu Yuan's arm, reached the door in two or three steps, and was about to open the door to invite Lu Yuan out.

Lu Yuan: ...

"You, can you stop treating me like a jackal? I just want to treat you better..."

"Boss Lu is good, but the price tag is too heavy. I'm so lucky that I can't afford it. You'd better save yourself the effort."

"you!"

"Well, I don't know good from bad, it doesn't make any sense if you treat me well..."

After all, Mu Song didn't want to delay any longer, and was about to open the door for Lu Yuan. Suddenly, there was a hasty knock on the door, which startled him.

I looked up at the clock on the wall, it was past 12:00, who would come at this time?

"Who?"

"Brother Mu Song, it's me, Xiaoxu!"

When Bai Xu's voice came, he could hear the anxious and sad emotions through the door.

Now, Mu Song held the hand on the doorknob, hesitating, not knowing whether to open it or not.

"Don't open!"

Before Mu Song said anything, Lu Yuan rushed to the door and shouted outside.

"What? When your mother went back, didn't she break your leg? How dare you come?"

"To shut up!"

Mu Song heard that Bai Xu's mood was not right, so he tugged Lu Yuan hard, telling him to stop talking.

"Xiaoxu, you go back, we won't see each other again, listen to your family..."

"Brother Mu Song, we...we won't see each other in the future, so please open the door. I only have 10 minutes, please open the door!"

The young man's voice was really too sad, Mu Song's hand was tight and tight, he was hesitating, and was suddenly held by Lu Yuan.

"Don't...don't open the door for him, since...don't give him hope."

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The author has something to say:

Bai Xu: I don't know what to say!If I had known, on the first day we met, I would have broken Lu Gou's arms and legs!How dare you stop me!

Lu Yuan: It's not that you don't have the heart, it's that you don't have the ability, you're a defeated brat!

Mu Song: At any rate, he is younger than you, and he will be offline tomorrow, so let your younger brother...

Lu Yuan: Fuck, wife, if I let him, won't I let you go? !Don't let me kill you!

Mu Song: ...