i'm sick

Quietly poked the imperial concubine's hair, it was soft.

With a chuckle, he can't sleep now, his mind is in a mess.

Are these two people? It feels like Xu Xing, the snail girl, looks a lot like today's boss.

Ye Sheng sat at the table, opened his notebook, and planned to write today's diary.

December 2017, 7

cloudy weather

I'm in a delicate mood

The boss is really good-looking, just like the rumors of the little girl in the company.

But I don't see new bosses very often. We have a deputy boss here who acts as an agent to manage our company.

The new boss doesn't come often, and the girls who want to come to the company are heartbroken.

I was also successfully demoted to the second place by my colleagues in the company, but I have to say that the new boss is really good-looking, I like that face very much.

This time I met the snail girl, but shouldn't I call him the snail girl?Should he be called little brother?

A very good-looking boy, who looks similar to his new boss, but does not have the elite temperament of the new boss.

The clothes are very homely, very human, and I don't want to feel alienated like the boss.

Today he also made me something that I like to eat very much, although he gave me a chopstick of vegetables that I don't particularly like.

Today, the imperial concubine seemed to be annoyed too, but she was still very cute, and now she was sound asleep.

I... seem to be looking forward to tomorrow.

***

Ye Sheng also climbed into bed when he finished writing this. It's still relatively early now, but Ye Sheng wants to fall asleep as soon as possible, and tomorrow should be soon.

Ye Sheng, who thought more and more energetically, moved around on the bed.

The noble concubine was also woken up by Ye Sheng, and she threw herself on Ye Sheng, meowing.

Afraid of crushing the kitten, Ye Sheng finally calmed down and took out his phone to check Weibo.

#Do you think the most important person in middle school is still around now? #

Suddenly saw a hot search topic, Ye Sheng himself clicked into it by accident, and there were all kinds of comments in it.

[Big White Flower]: It's still there, and now it's www who is sleeping next to me for three years in high school and four years in college. We have been together all the time!

[I can do it again]: Not anymore, he has already gone abroad, it is said that there is a super beautiful girl by his side, the two of them have reached the point where they are talking about marriage, unlike me, I can do it every day.

[Today is also the big devil]: The most important person in high school?Do sisters count?The relationship is gradually weakening, not as good as before.

[Special account for eating melons]: I am different, I have no important people in high school, where did you find those good-looking little brothers and sisters?Can you still become the most important person?

[A cup of milk tea]: I'm still there...but the person next to me is not me anymore.

The answers are really varied, everyone has their own stories, some people have lovers and end up getting married, some people just hit it off after all, and there is no intersection anymore.

Ye Sheng thought back to his high school days, but his memories of high school were too few, and they were all vague memories.

Ye Sheng himself was an orphan. At that time, he probably only knew the reason for studying, and he didn't have many friends around him.

Some lowered their heads and looked at their various comments on their high school life. Is my high school life a bit too flat and boring.

Looking at it, it seems that drowsiness is gradually coming up, and when the phone is turned off, it is time to fall asleep.

Xu Xing had just returned home at this time, and saw two people sitting there, neither of them talking, just watching TV like that.

For some reason, Xu Xing felt that this scene was a bit strange, so he said, "Uncle."

When seeing Xu Xing, Chi Ning breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly stood up, "You talk, I'll go first."

After Chi Ning finished speaking, he left in a hurry, holding a document in his hand.

"What did you take?" Xu Xing asked subconsciously,

Chi Ning raised the documents in his hand and said, "It's just some recent documents, what you can deal with tomorrow. If you don't mind, you can deal with it now?"

I wish you could deal with it now, and we can have one less thing tomorrow.

Xu Xing just said that the lecturer was driven away, "Let's talk about it tomorrow, you are missing one thing, and we are also missing one thing. Let me leave, and I won't send it off."

"Do you want to drive?" Mu Haoen stood up and stared at Chi Ning.

Seeing that Mu Haoen was being cowardly for some reason, Chi Ning said in a hurry, "No need, Mr. Mu, I'll leave first, goodbye!"

After speaking, he ran away in a hurry.

After a while, no one was seen.

Xu Xing looked at Mu Haoen, shrugged his shoulders, "Uncle, what's the matter with you?"

Mu Haoen withdrew his gaze and said, "It's just a matter at home recently, I just came here to avoid the limelight."

Xu Xing looked at Mu Haoen with a funny face. He always thought that he was an omnipotent uncle. Anyway, the older he got, the more disillusioned he became. "Is it necessary for the Patriarch of the Mu family?"

"Yes, anyway, I have a headache, I just want to be a hands-off shopkeeper." Anyway, Mu Haoen has no face or image to speak of in front of his nephew.

He originally studied medicine at the beginning, if Xu Xing's parents didn't have an accident suddenly, and Mu Haoen suddenly took up this family, the burden on him can be said to be not easy.

"Why don't you live at home?" Mu Haoen is now slumped on the sofa.

He didn't like the Mu family at all. He grew up abroad almost from a young age, and he didn't have much contact with the family members. Because of Mu Simiao's health, he was always abroad, and the matter was left to himself. of trusted people.

Mu Haoen had been by Mu Simiao's side all the time at that time, and Mu Haoen was Mu Simiao's old man, so it can be said that he doted on him even more. At that time, he said that he wanted to study medicine.

Mu Simiao hardly said anything, and supported him all the way. After all, there were Xu Xing's parents at the time, and Mu Haoen didn't care about the Mu family's affairs at all.

When carrying these things back then, I once thought about forgetting it, but when I thought of Mu Simiao and seeing Xu Xing, I still chose to carry the banner of the Mu family.

"How about..." Mu Haoen glanced at Xu Xing, anyway, now Xu Xing is completely capable of raising the flag.

What Xu Xing didn't think about was that he immediately rejected this matter. He is now inheriting his father's company. Anyway, he thinks this one is enough, and the Mu family doesn't need it.

"Don't even think about it, decline this matter!" Xu Xingbai glanced at Mu Haoen, "You can stay here as long as you like, but you don't think the Mu family will come here."

Xu Xing went upstairs. Anyway, Mu Haoen used to come here often to live here, that is, to hide from the limelight, so he can do as he pleases.

"Have you gone to find someone?" Mu Haoen is still very clear about some things about Xu Xing. He has found someone to find out about Xu Xing's whereabouts, so he can know what Xu Xing has done.

Xu Xing nodded without hiding anything, "Going."

Mu Haoen looked Xu Xing up and down, and said with a slightly teasing tone, "It seems that you haven't lived in someone else's house yet."

In an instant, he poked at the muscle that Xu Xing didn't know, "Can't you live?"

"Stay." Mu Haoen stopped poking Xu Xing's sore spots, stopped talking, turned off the TV, and went back to his usual room.

In fact, to be honest, Xu Xing originally thought that if he could, he wanted to live in Ye Sheng's house tonight, but Chi Ning just told himself that his uncle was here.

Otherwise, he must be living in Ye Sheng's house now.

Xu Xing was lying on the bed, unable to sleep, and swiped Weibo with his mobile phone.

Ye Sheng seems to have forgotten a lot of things now, the past...

Thinking of these things, Xu Xing felt that he had a headache and was a little annoyed. Although he knew that Ye Sheng didn't want to forget these things, he was just very annoyed.

How come Ye Sheng just forgot?

Seeing the trending topic on Weibo makes me even more annoyed, #Do you think the most important person in middle school is still around now? #

Yes, but yes, I just forget myself, get angry, especially angry, how come I forget myself.

Not intentionally also angry!

I buckle my phone, and I don't want to look at it, the more I look at it, the more angry I get!

Close your eyes and go to sleep.

***

Ye Sheng closed his eyes, not knowing what brand of laundry detergent Xu Xing used to wash his clothes today, and his bed sheets were also changed, and there was a faint smell of lavender.

This bed sheet seemed to be washed by Xu Xing that day, it was warm and fragrant.

Unconsciously arching the quilt, the smell made him feel particularly comfortable.

"Hush." ​​Who is calling himself...

"Whisper?" Ye Sheng opened his eyes in a daze as if someone knocked on his forehead, and looked at the person in front of him.

The man reached out and touched his head and said, "I woke up softly."

Ye Sheng smiled, opened his mouth and said, "Xiaoxing."

The person in front of him is a miniature version of Xu Xing, who looks about sixteen or seventeen years old.

"Class is coming soon, don't sleep, drink some coffee if you are still sleepy." He put a can of coffee in front of Ye Sheng, and rubbed Ye Sheng's head.

Ye Sheng thought he hadn't woken up yet, and rubbed his eyes sleepily, his voice was still hoarse, "Thank you, Xiao Xing."

"You should go to bed early at night, sleep so little every day, don't make your body thin." Xu Xing pinched the position of Ye Sheng's arm, there was not much flesh at all.

Ye Sheng smiled and nodded, "Got it."

Xu Xing poked Ye Sheng's head, "You always promised nicely every time, and you did this a few times."

He knew Ye Sheng very well, and he readily agreed every time, but it was another matter when he did it.

Ye Sheng just smiled and didn't deny the matter.

The author has something to say: Thank Jinjiang's father for not locking me