meet on slag road

Yu Yifeng himself felt a little guilty, and when he heard Mu Qing's words, a layer of cold sweat broke out from his back.

But after all, he has a strong psychological quality, and his face didn't show a single bit of stupefaction, and he even smiled: "Well, I helped grandma with things these two days, and the occasion I went to was different from before, so I changed it."

He took advantage of the time of making up a lie to calm his mind, walked around the bench and sat next to Mu Qing, but cautiously kept a little distance: "If you think it smells bad, I'll replace it later, how about it?"

Night Breeze brought the faint scent of perfume from Yu Yifeng to Mu Qing's nose. The faint fruity aroma was filled with the aroma of rum, which was a distinctive woody amber aroma, elegant and chic, and nothing else could be smelled Fragrance.

It seemed that the pungent rose smell that passed away just now was just his own illusion.

Mu Qing looked at Yu Yifeng's nervous expression, and smiled slightly: "No, this smells good."

His expression did not seem to be fake, but Yu Yifeng still hesitated in his heart, and asked one more question: "Really?"

"Of course it's true." Mu Qing laughed, "What did I lie to you for?"

Seeing this, Yu Yifeng was completely relieved: "The main reason is that I'm not very good at perfumes, so when you ask, I feel a little unconfident."

Mu Qing smiled and didn't continue the topic: "I'm really sorry to call you here suddenly when you are so busy."

Yu Yifeng looked at him with a gentle and considerate voice: "Why! You need me, I'm too happy." He said, holding Mu Qing's hand on his lap, "The rest of my time today, It's all yours."

Mu Qing let him hold it, and raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "Are you sure you will give me the rest of the time?"

Yu Yifeng nodded: "Yes."

Mu Qing thought for a while, then looked at him sideways: "That is to say——whatever I want, you won't refuse, right?"

These words sounded really ambiguous, Yu Yifeng looked at Mu Qing's smiling eyes, and felt that there must be a small hook hidden in them, so that his brain was not willing to think normally, and he just wanted to follow his words: "Of course, I listen your."

Mu Qing stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly turned his palm back and grasped Yu Yifeng's hand, wiping his fingertips on his sleeve intentionally or unintentionally: "Then you--send me home."

Yu Yifeng's heart fluttered for a moment with the movement of his back grip, so that when he heard what he said, he was obviously stunned for a moment before reacting: "Ah? Good."

Mu Qing couldn't bear it any longer, and laughed out loud: "Why do you look disappointed, are you looking forward to something?"

Yu Yifeng looked at him with a mischievous smile in his eyes, how could he not understand that he was misleading him.But seeing Mu Qing's rare and lively expression, he felt a little itchy in his heart, so he moved closer and lowered his voice, "What am I expecting, can Teacher Mu not understand?"

Mu Qing didn't give him a chance to get closer, he let go of his hands and stood up, and walked forward first: "Okay, if we continue talking, it will be nine o'clock, let's go."

Yu Yifeng looked at his somewhat flustered back and curled his lips, until his figure was about to disappear at the end of the path, and then followed him leisurely.

Although the botanical garden is not particularly large, the roads are winding and scattered, separating flowers, plants and trees of different heights.

Mu Qing walked quickly past the marble climbing frame covered with vines, and using the cover of the turn, raised the wrist that had been in contact with Yu Yifeng's sleeve for a long time, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it lightly.

"Ah!"

There is no obvious smell of roses at the nose, more of a light woody fragrance and a faint mellow wine fragrance, but the moment the smell enters the nose, the body's instinctive discomfort reaction cannot be deceived.

Mu Qing has been allergic to roses since he was a child. Although he has never had any serious allergic reactions, over the years, he has become very sensitive to roses and similar smells, to the point where he would sneeze just a little bit.

He looked back at the person falling behind him who was not far or near. The latter noticed his movement and waved at him.

Mu Qing withdrew his gaze, looked at the uniquely shaped gate of the botanical garden not far away, and suddenly showed an emotionless smile.

Yu Yifeng, how did you manage to work hard and at the same time smell of alcohol and bad rosewater?

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Future Yu Yifeng (sighs): Absolutely not to lie to your wife, really not