Chapter 50 Taste

Yu Yifeng felt a little guilty. Hearing Mu Qing's words, a layer of cold sweat immediately oozes out of his back.

However, after all, his mental quality is very strong, his face is not showing at all, and he even smiled: "Well, these two days I have helped my grandmother with things. The occasions I went to are not the same as before, so I changed it."

Taking advantage of the time he was making up his lies, he calmed his mind, and went around the bench to sit next to Mu Qing, but cautiously kept a little distance: "If you don't think it smells good, I'll replace it later, how about it?"

Ye Feng sent the faint fragrance of Yu Yifeng's body to Mu Qing's nose. The faint fruity aroma was filled with the aroma of rum. It was a characteristic woody amber aroma, elegant and unrestrained, and could not smell anything else. Miscellaneous fragrance.

As if the pungent rose scent that had just passed by was just his own illusion.

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

His expression didn't seem to be fake, but Yu Yifeng was still a little hesitant, 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: "It's mainly because I'm not very good at perfume, so when you ask me, I'm a little less confident."

Mu Qing smiled and didn't continue the topic: "I'm really sorry for calling you over suddenly when you're so busy."

Yu Yifeng looked at him with a gentle and considerate voice: "How could it be! You need me, and it's too late for me to be 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 to do, you won't refuse, right?"

This sounded really ambiguous, Yu Yifeng looked at Mu Qing's smiling eyes, and felt that there must be a small hook hidden in it, so that he could not even think normally, and just wanted to follow his words: "Of course, I listen. yours."

Mu Qing stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly turned his palm back to hold Yu Yifeng's hand, and rubbed the pad of his finger on his sleeve intentionally or unintentionally: "Then you - take me home."

Yu Yifeng's heart swayed for a moment as he shook his hand back, so that when he heard what he said, he was obviously stunned before he reacted: "Ah? Good."

Mu Qing couldn't bear it any longer, and burst out laughing: "Why do you seem disappointed, are you expecting something?"

Yu Yifeng looked at the mischievous smile in his eyes, how could he not understand that he was misled by him. But looking at Mu Qing's rare and vivid expression, he felt a little itchy in his heart, so he leaned closer and lowered his voice: "What am I expecting, can Teacher Mu be clear?"

But Mu Qing didn't give him a chance to get close. He let go of his hand, stood up, and took the lead to walk forward: "Okay, it will be nine o'clock if we talk more, let's go."

Yu Yifeng looked at his somewhat flustered back and curled the corners of his lips, until his figure was about to disappear at the end of the path, he followed up slowly.

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

Mu Qing walked quickly across the marble climbing frame covered with vines. Using the cover of the turn, he lifted the wrist that had been in contact with Yu Yifeng's sleeves for a while, and put it on his nose to sniff it lightly.

"Ah!"

There is no obvious rose scent on the nose, more light woody and faintly mellow wine aroma, but the moment the smell enters the nose, the body's instinctive discomfort can't 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 of sneezing at the slightest smell.

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

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

Yu Yifeng, how did you get the smell of wine and bad rose perfume while working hard?

The future Yu Yifeng (sigh): You must never lie to your wife, you really can't