meet on slag road

Mr. Yu Yifeng, who suffered from secondary illness, had no idea that he already had a strange nickname. He was standing leisurely by the window, whistling not very loudly, watching Mu Qing walking towards the car parked in front of the hotel.

Perhaps because he was in a hurry, Mu Qing walked in a hurry, but the hem of the wool coat and the scarf hanging from his shoulders did not fluctuate too much. Even at this time, he maintained a decent posture.

Pleasant to the eye.

The ear-piercing ringtone of the mobile phone rang, Yu Yifeng picked it up casually, but his attention was all on Mu Qing.

The person on the other end of the phone was about to speak, when he heard his pleasant whistle, his originally gentle voice suddenly rose: "Where are you? Who are you with!"

The sharp voice echoed in the empty corridor, but Yu Yifeng's expression did not change, he just held the phone a little farther away: "Excuse me, who are you?"

The speaker choked for a moment: "I'm your boyfriend!"

"Really? You may have the wrong person."

"you--"

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to want to say something, but Yu Yifeng didn't give him a chance, and hung up the phone neatly.

Mu Qing downstairs had already walked to the front of the car, stretched out his hand and opened the door.The not-so-far distance allows Yu Yifeng to have a panoramic view of his movements, especially the straight legs wrapped in fitted trousers displayed at the moment of getting on the car, which made Yu Yifeng's eyes brighten— —He suddenly began to look forward to the appearance of this person sitting on his body.

The phone rang again, and it was still the unremarked number just now.

The car at the intersection left in the dust, Yu Yifeng looked away regretfully, and picked up the phone again.

The person on the other end of the phone seemed calmer, although he still sounded very angry: "You accepted the drink yesterday and promised me to get back together, and you can't wait to find another one today?"

yesterday?

Yu Yifeng recalled it for a while, and vaguely remembered something like this: "Ah, you are the one who gave me wine yesterday? I thought it was a discount at the bar. Buy one get one free. You want to buy me."

He spoke calmly and naturally, but the person on the other end of the phone breathed rapidly, but still suppressed his anger: "Yu Yifeng, I don't want to play this childish amnesia game with you now, as I said, I don't ask you to be able to Just keep me alone, but at least you don't want to-"

"Sorry to interrupt you." There was a smile on Yu Yifeng's lips, but there was no warmth in his eyes, "Have you ever thought about a possibility—I really don't remember who you are?"

"Maybe you really said something yesterday, but I didn't hear it, so it can't be counted-or do you want to hear me say that we are not suitable? I don't mind."

There was no answer on the other end of the phone, and Yu Yifeng smiled: "I don't know how you got my contact information, but I think it's a smart choice for a smart person to get together, and you don't want yourself or your family to show up. What an accident, right?"

After a long silence, the other party hung up the phone.

Yu Yifeng put away his phone, hummed a song in a good mood, and his thoughts turned to Mu Qing again.

How could he dress so formally, yet want to be stripped off and kissed so much?

I went to the bar yesterday to deal with some trivial matters, but when Mu Qing appeared, he easily captured Yu Yifeng's attention.

The young man seemed to be forcibly brought in by a friend from the side. His neat and clean clothes were incompatible with the bar, and his rimless glasses became misty the moment he entered the warm room.

He stopped and took the glasses off the bridge of his nose and held them in his hands, as if he wanted to wait for them to get used to them before putting them on again.Maybe it was uncomfortable after wearing it for too long, he raised his head slightly and blinked his eyes, a thin layer of water mist appeared in his beautiful eyes, some overflowed and hung on the slender eyelashes, and soon Melts in air.

His eyesight may not be very good, otherwise, how could he not notice Yu Yifeng who was standing not far in front of him, staring at him intently?

After putting on his glasses, he sat in the most secluded corner with his wine glass in his hand. He made it clear that he didn't want to cause any trouble, but when that simple idiot was about to be drugged, he still walked over to stop him.

The movement of grabbing the wine glass was chic and elegant, and the expression when he leaned over and whispered with a smile was too seductive. Even if Yu Yifeng thought he had seen countless people, he was still deeply attracted by the other party uncontrollably at that moment.

It's not that Yu Yifeng has never seen this type of kaolin flower before, but no one has ever interested him like Mu Qing.This person obviously has such a correct temperament, but his movements to relieve others are as natural as breathing, and even appear to be personable.

He is so unique.

So Yu Yifeng, who was rarely interested, spent a little bit of energy, asked for some information about Mu Qing, prepared a bouquet of flowers, and planned to have sex, but encountered a lukewarm nail.

Expected rejection, unexpected response.

Pulling his thoughts away from his memories, Yu Yifeng continued humming his own strange tune, and made a phone call: "Which school did you say last time wanted to invite me to be their guest professor?"

Chaohai City recently built a road, and the morning rush hour was blocked so that the navigation path was red.The location of the hotel is too far from Chaohai University. In order to avoid being late for teaching accidents, Mu Qing asked Gong Shichen, who was driving, to stop and sit in the back row. He sat in the driver's seat and quickly turned around to avoid the traffic on the main road. Into a narrow alley beside the road.

The novice driver Gong Shichen looked at the wall that seemed to be attached to the car in fear: "Are you sure it's okay to go this way?"

"Turn a corner from here to the highway. The next exit is not far from our school and your hospital. I'll take you there first. You have to borrow the car to open it at night with a spare key."

Gong Shichen nodded, suddenly switched to Mandarin mode, and looked at Mu Qing with a serious face: "By the way, be careful recently, don't go to the bar for now, someone is following you."

"Focus on me?" Mu Qing slowed down and drove out of the alley carefully, "Thinking about it carefully, I did protect a kid from drinking last night—why, is the one who missed me going to seek revenge on me?"

Gong Shichen shook his head: "That's not true. A child can't do it, and he doesn't have the guts. The one who is eyeing you is a newcomer. I haven't seen him before. When the boss reminded me today, he let me watch the surveillance. He been looking at you. And..."

"what?"

"I can't tell." Gong Shichen shook his head, "He's pretty handsome, and there's nothing wrong with his behavior, but I have a bad feeling for him, so you must be careful."

Gong Shichen has a kind of mysterious sixth sense - it may be the doctor's intuition, people who make him feel "not so good" generally have some problems.

"Thank you, I see."

Gong Shichen felt relieved, and was about to talk about something he didn't get, but Mu Qing suddenly asked: "Is that person called Yu Yifeng?"

"Who?" Gong Shichen was obviously taken aback.

Mu Qing thought for a while, and briefly described the appearance of Mr. Second Disease.

"That's right, it's him," Gong Shichen nodded, "I thought he just clinked glasses with you yesterday for a drink, but I didn't expect him to even tell you his name, which is quite honest."

The side road of the high speed came to an end, and the traffic flow of Chuanxing was close in front of him. Mu Qing released the brake and replied, "No, he said that when he knocked on my door this morning."

Gong Shichen opened his eyes wide: "Whatthef..."

Before he finished speaking, the silver-gray SUV accelerated suddenly, like a nimble fish, rushing into the colorful torrent.

Gong Shichen held on to the seat in the front row tightly to keep himself from screaming, and looked at the rapidly retreating scenery on both sides in horror.

Mu Qing looked ahead, and the number symbolizing the speed of the car on the dial soared all the way: "If he is really so interesting, I don't mind playing with him."

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Yu Yifeng: It's fun to learn how to speak from him, I will learn it next time.