Chapter 8 Pulling

The bright red soup base was boiling in the pot, Gong Shichen threw the fat cow down, watched the meat slices tumbling in the pot, and suddenly sighed: "Sometimes I really don't understand what you are thinking."

Mu Qing was unpacking the hair belly, tearing the bag attentively, and said casually, "What do you think?"

Gong Shichen looked at him: "What on earth do you think about that Yu Yifeng? This person looks like a big trouble, you have to hurry up and mess with him - we have been friends for so many years, I just found out that you like to ask for trouble so much."

Mu Qing smiled: "Didn't I say it? Because he is funny and sincere."

Gong Shichen sneered: "When you say sincerity, do you mean the sincerity that he saw you the night before and checked your name, phone, room number and delivered it to your door the next day?"

"No." Mu Qing shook his head, "He is the first person in the past few years who sincerely thought that I was a pure, kind and deceitful flower of Gao Ling, and tried to approach me according to this standard— Isn't that fun?"

Gong Shichen's expression showed a crack when he heard the word "simple". After hearing all the adjectives, his face was even more indescribable: "It's strange that these words are put together with you."

Mu Qing smiled slightly: "That's why he's interesting, isn't he?"

Gong Shichen: ........

He was silent for a moment, then picked up the fat cow that was about to be overcooked in the pot, and muttered, "What a question, boy, why are you blind at such a young age?"

The time in the week passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was Thursday, the day when Mu Qing promised Yu Yifeng to eat.

One day's classes lasted from morning to evening, and Mu Qing deliberately stayed in the classroom for a while, until after six o'clock and seven o'clock, and then slowly walked out of the teaching building.

The night in early spring is much colder than the daytime. When Mu Qing stepped out, he only vaguely saw a person standing under the street lamp at the door, but when he wanted to take a closer look, a white fog had formed on his glasses, obscuring his vision.

Reaching out, he took off his glasses, wiped them clean, and put them on again. The person standing under the street lamp had already come to him.

Yu Yifeng greeted him with a smile, took out a cup of coffee from the kraft paper bag in his hand and handed it to Mu Qing: "It's cold outside, you should warm your hands first."

"thanks."

Mu Qing reached out and took it. The coffee had just been taken out of the thick paper bag. The hot temperature spread along the outer wall to Mu Qing's palm, making his slightly cold fingers also warm.

Spreading his five fingers and sticking his entire palm against the wall of the cup, Mu Qing looked at Yu Yifeng apologetically: "Sorry, I kept you waiting for a long time."

"No, I just arrived." Yu Yifeng smiled brightly, Mu Qing glanced at him, but sighed, reached out and rubbed his collar lightly, twisting his index finger and thumb lightly, The belly was stained with water.

Mu Qing said indifferently: "If it's really according to what you said, you just arrived, then how come there is dew here?"

This action was a bit too intimate, but Mu Qing did it calmly.

Yu Yifeng was stunned for a moment, then smiled after realizing it: "You are in class, and you didn't mean to be late, I'll be fine if I wait for a while; if I make you feel bad about this, I'm really ashamed. ."

The moment Mu Qing's fingers stretched out just now, he thought that this man was about to touch his face, his heart stopped beating for a while, and a lot of random thoughts flew in his mind; In addition to the stability, there was a trace of regret.

He was thinking about it in his heart, but Mu Qing sighed softly and handed the coffee to him again: "Help me get it."

Yu Yifeng subconsciously stretched out his hand to take it, and the next moment Mu Qing stretched out his hand, took off the scarf that had been tightly wrapped around his neck, and handed it to Yu Yifeng's empty hand.

The scarf in his palm carried the body temperature of the previous person, and wrapped his hand warmly. Yu Yifeng looked at Mu Qing and asked with a smile, "Mr. Mu, who are you?"

"Here you are." Mu Qing tidied up his collar and held the coffee in his hand again, but did not look at Yu Yifeng when he spoke, "Mr. Yu, although I say this is a bit over the top, I still hope you can take good care of yourself. Body."

Yu Yifeng's eyes were always fixed on him, and naturally he did not miss the slight change in his expression.

These two days, he was busy with other things and hardly walked around the school, but Mu Qing's attitude was obviously more relaxed than the previous two days. Is it because he knew that he was a visiting professor of the Spanish Language Department, and he was caring for the sake of being a colleague, or was it that this flower of Gao Lingzhi, who seemed to be repulsive, didn't actually resist him as much as he appeared to be? Woolen cloth?

Yu Yifeng's thoughts turned around, but he half-truthed in his mouth: "I didn't see that Teacher Mu cared so much about me."

Mu Qing's fingers holding the coffee cup tightened slightly, but his face was calm: "I just don't want you to fall ill again because I wait for me to eat. I don't really want to send you to the school hospital again."

"So that's how it is." Yu Yifeng smiled, picked up the scarf and gestured around his neck for a while, tentatively wrapping it around his neck a few times.

The scarf followed his movements around his neck and slipped halfway down his back.

Mu Qing frowned slightly as he watched his appalling actions: "You..."

Yu Yifeng looked at him with an innocent face: "I've been in Spain for the past few years, and the climate there has never used a scarf, so I'm not very good at it."

After looking at each other for a moment, Mu Qing sighed again and reluctantly took the scarf: "I'll help you."

The heights of the two were almost the same. Mu Qing took advantage of my shortsightedness to be very close to Yu Yifeng when tying the scarf, so close that as long as either of them moved forward a little, they could kiss him.

The breaths are intertwined, ambiguous and entangled, but stop abruptly.

Mu Qing quickly helped Yu Yifeng to tie the scarf, looked at it for a while, and said seriously, "Okay."

Yu Yifeng touched the scarf that was obviously prettier and more comfortable than his own, looked at Mu Qing who was walking beside him, and showed a bright smile: "Excuse me, Mr. Mu."

Although this time is the evening rush hour, the traffic around Chaohai University is smooth and there has never been a lot of traffic jams. Yu Yifeng drove the car directly onto the elevated and arrived at the predetermined store in less than half an hour.

Yu Yifeng ordered the meal with all his might to get people's hands, and the location was naturally chosen carefully, which was quite unusual. Mu Qing saw it in his eyes and sighed silently in his heart: It has been a long time since he felt the pursuit that started from a simple meal appointment.

The girl who led the way in front of her walked briskly, and after a while, she arrived at the door of the reserved room, but Yu Yifeng's cell phone suddenly rang. He took out his mobile phone and glanced at the number of the incoming call, and was about to hang up, but Mu Qing heard the sound and looked over: "You answer the phone first, I'll just wait for you."

When he was about to hang up, Yu Yifeng nodded and said with a smile, "Okay, then I'll be here soon."

Seeing Mu Qing's figure disappear from the door, the smile on Yu Yifeng's face disappeared instantly.

He took the mobile phone and walked away, and took the phone slowly one second before he was about to hang up automatically: "Is something wrong?"

"Have you returned to China?" The voice on the other end of the phone was calm and powerful, and the questioning also carried the momentum of a superior, as if giving orders.

Yu Yifeng sneered: "Does it have anything to do with you?"

The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, as if trying to restrain something: "I told you, if you go back to China, you have to go to Sijiucheng first, and go to Dr. Wang's psychological counseling room to have a look. How he treats you—"

"I saw it in Chaohai, and it's my grandma's doctor." Yu Yifeng interrupted him casually, "Is there anything else? If not, I'll hang up, and the person I made an appointment with is still waiting for me."

"you!"

A longer silence passed, until Yu Yifeng wondered if there was something wrong with his mobile phone, and then he recalled in a low voice: "Remember to take your medicine on time."

"Okay." Yu Yifeng agreed briskly, and then hung up the phone without hesitation.

The glass window beside him reflected his obscure face, and Yu Yifeng suddenly laughed: "Thank you for reminding me, I almost forgot."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a delicate plastic vial. Open the bottle cap, and round, square, and colorful pills lie securely together in the bottle. Yu Yifeng shook the bottle and emptied all the pills into the trash can in the corner.

After doing all this, he threw the bottle in by the way, with a bright smile on his face again, and walked towards the room where Mu Qing was.