Chapter 44

Zhu Zhiqiu's voice fell, and the atmosphere suddenly fell into a strange silence.

With Mu Qing's half-smile but not smiling eyes, Yu Yifeng coughed lightly, looked at the wingman who was using too much force in front of him, and slowly said, "What, it's not yet."

Zhu Zhiqiuren was still out of state, he was stunned for a moment after hearing what he said, and suddenly took a breath.

He looked at Yu Yifeng, and then at Mu Qing, who was smiling but did not respond, and reacted with hindsight.

"Brother Yu, you—" He was halfway through speaking, when he saw Yu Yifeng's face, he immediately swallowed the second half back, and looked at Mu Qing with a smirk, "Mr. Mu, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for a while. Sorry, sorry, sorry!"

Mu Qing smiled: "Where, those who don't know are innocent, I wish you don't be nervous."

He spoke softly, but Zhu Zhiqiu still had an apologetic expression on his face: "Hey, it's mainly because Lao Yu usually spends his time alone with our friends, but I see at first glance that he has more than one person by his side, and he is still very much alone. Such a temperament and such a good-looking person, I didn’t hold it back, I just—hey, I’m so sorry, Mr. Mu, you have a lot, don’t take it to heart!”

This set of words is so smooth that it not only points out Yu Yifeng's usual cleanliness, but also directly praises Mu Qing, which can be regarded as a model of wingman.

Mu Qing secretly sighed that Gong Shichen should come to learn the art of speaking, but his face did not show it at all: "Mr. Zhu, you are serious, everyone is a man, I can still make a few jokes."

Zhu Zhiqiu didn't know much about Mu Qing before, he only knew that he was someone Yu Yifeng liked. But after getting along for a short time today, seeing that Mu Qing is not only good-looking, but also so good at things, he secretly glanced at him in his heart, and his face followed with a smile: "As expected of a serious teacher in Chaohai University , the air volume is different."

Yu Yifeng watched him and Mu Qing chatting and laughing with you, worried that he would cause him any trouble if he missed his mouth, so he coughed lightly and motioned to Zhu Zhiqiu to look at the position not far behind him: "Old Zhu, then The two guests have been looking here, and they seem to want to discuss issues with you, do you want to take a look?"

The implied meaning in these words is too obvious, and almost all of them can be said to be explicit. Zhu Zhiqiu was also a good person, and he immediately understood that his brother thought that his light bulb was too bright, so he followed Yu Yifeng's words and continued: "Okay, then I'll go first. Lao Yu, please accompany your sister-in-lawMr. Mu , when it's over, let's have dinner together tonight!"

He was talking about Yu Yifeng, but his eyes were on Mu Qing. After he offered the invitation with a warm smile, he nodded to Mu Qing, turned around and left without waiting for a response.

Mu Qing looked at Zhu Zhiqiu's back and breathed a sigh of relief. Although he doesn't resist communicating with people, he still doesn't like to deal with someone like Zhu Zhiqiu who talks a lot and is familiar with social madness.

Seeing this, Yu Yifeng approached him and said in a low voice, "Although Lao Zhu is a bit snarky, he is still a good person, so you don't have to be nervous."

Although Mu Qing was not nervous at all, since Yu Yifeng said so...

He looked at Yu Yifeng, bit his lower lip unconsciously, and made an expression that he was trying to restrain his nervousness and didn't want to be noticed: "Well, your friend, I can trust your character. I'm just—a little bit uncomfortable. Too used to communicate with such enthusiastic people."

"Then let's ignore him for now." Yu Yifeng ruthlessly kicked Zhu Zhiqiu out of the list of going to dinner together at night, and looked at Mu Qing with a smile, "However, this guy's paintings are really good, do you want to take a look? "

Mu Qing nodded, looking at Yu Yifeng with trust in his eyes: "Okay."

Zhu Zhiqiu's painting style is not the gorgeous realistic style that is currently popular. The lines are clean and sharp, which seems to be deviant, but it has a strange beauty when you look closely.

Looking at the works on the wall, Mu Qing couldn't help but admire: "Mr. Zhu's attainments in art are indeed very high."

His voice was settled, but there was no response from his side.

Mu Qing looked beside him with some doubts, and happened to bump into a pair of affectionate and focused eyes.

He was looking at the painting, but Yu Yifeng was looking at him.

At the moment when the four eyes met, there was no surprise or panic in Yu Yifeng's eyes, instead he raised the corner of his lips and showed a shallow smile to Mu Qing.

So the tenderness and love in his eyes that could not be filled, all silently ooze out in this smile.

He clearly knew that he was in the active position now, and knew that he should be more at ease, but being looked at by such eyes, Mu Qing still took the lead in looking away.

I can't stand it, can't stand it.

Yu Yifeng had a panoramic view of his subconscious movements. While satisfied, he retracted his gaze as if nothing had happened, and turned to answer the topic he had just asked: "Yes. But his style of painting is stern, when he decided to start an exhibition before. I was very worried for a while, because I was afraid that there would be not many domestic audiences. If he knew that you praised him like this, he would probably jump for joy. "

Mu Qinglue was a little surprised: "Is it so exaggerated?"

Yu Yifeng nodded solemnly: "Otherwise, when you try it, he will be able to cry happily."

Not far away, after chatting with the visiting guests, Zhu Zhiqiu looked at the two people who were chatting together in a low voice, suddenly "hiss" and covered his face with his hand.

The assistant next to him noticed his movements and glanced at him inexplicably: "Mr. Zhu, are you sick again?"

"I have a toothache."

The assistant believed it to be true: "Then I'll get you painkillers..."

"No! I don't really have a toothache, I am—hey, look at those two people." Zhu Zhiqiu raised his chin and motioned his assistant to look in the direction of Yu Yifeng and Mu Qing, "Look, you think they are there. for what?"

The assistant pushed the glasses, observed it carefully for 3 seconds, and said flatly, "Dating in love."

"No." Zhu Zhiqiu corrected her, "I think it's more suitable for newlyweds to spend their honeymoon."

The assistant glanced at him: "Your style of painting is a bit underworld, and it is not suitable as a honeymoon background."

Zhu Zhiqiu: ......

"Also," the assistant lady took another look and continued, "If the newlyweds had the atmosphere of them, they would have kissed long ago, how could they still not hold hands like they are now."

"Yes." Zhu Zhiqiu stared at the backs of the two, and suddenly frowned, "That's not right!"

It's not that Zhu Zhiqiu has never seen Yu Yifeng get along with his "predecessors" before. Although Yu Yifeng's attitude towards those people was not bad, it was definitely not good; but he is soft-spoken by his side with Mu Qing today. The appearance of the language was different from anything he had seen before.

After the assistant finished the urgent work at hand, he looked up to see Zhu Zhiqiu still staring at the couple, and frowned: "Mr. Zhu, let me remind you, it's in a public place now, please don't stare at others like a camera. "

Zhu Zhiqiu nodded perfunctorily, quickly took out his mobile phone to open the group chat of Hu Peng Gou Friends, and sent a sentence:

Great news! Lao Yu hasn't caught up with the flower of Gao Ling, and he has been pinched by others!