Green Tea Tipping Guide

"Nan Feng has returned to the original world, what role do you want to use to appear in her world?" Xiu Mu glanced at the last quarter report sent by the underground palace, raised his head and asked Mu Yang.

Mu Yang touched his chin, thought for a while and said: "Whatever, as long as you can be by her side."

With a lollipop in his mouth, Xiu Mu's speech was a little vague: "Wait, I'll show you—hey? The law enforcer was originally in the A3 world?"

"What happened to the A3 world?" Mu Yang cupped his head.

"Nothing, it's just two acquaintances." Xiu Mu shrugged, "Then you can go to Nanfeng's unit to be a leader. It saves trouble and can get the moon by the water."

"Okay." Mu Yang stood up, "Then I will go directly?"

"Go, go, I'll let you know." Xiu Mu waved his hand: "You two get along almost back quickly. There are too many troubles in the Three Realms, and I will--"

"Farewell!" Before Xiu Mu could finish speaking, Mu Yang clung to his hands, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Xiu Mu's lollipop almost fell to the ground: "What are you doing! Isn't this bullying?!"

"Please come in."

After Mu Yang said this, she clenched her hands with a little excitement, and the joints of her fingers turned white due to excessive force.

Nan Feng held the door handle and paused.

Suddenly she had a feeling of "closer to hometown and more cowardly". The person who clearly knew what she wanted was behind this door, but among the sparks and sparks, she suddenly flinched.

——What if Mu Yang doesn't remember himself? What if she is not behind this door? If everything is just a dream of oneself-what should I do?

There is a fierce battle between heaven and man in her heart.

Mu Yang sat in the position and waited for a long time before she came in, frowned slightly, stood up and walked to the door, holding his hand on the door handle, and opened the door.

Nan Feng's hand was still on the handle. At this time, being pulled by Mu Yang like this, her feet were unstable and almost fell to the ground.

Nan Feng lowered his head, not daring to look at the person in front of him. Her gaze started from Mu Yang’s toes and slowly rose to her legs, her lower abdomen, her chest, her collarbone--

Finally, it was her face.

With a "click", Mu Yang closed the door, took Nan Feng's hand, and pushed her against the door.

Behind him is a wooden door that is not cold, and in front of him is a fiery body.

"Why don't you come in?" Mu Yang's voice rang in her ears. It sounds like gnashing your teeth.

Nan Feng looked at her face closer and closer, and looked straight into her eyes, only to feel a slightly astringent throat: "I'm afraid it's not you, I'm afraid you don't remember me."

Mu Yang was stunned for a moment.

No wonder she... No wonder she...

It's because I didn't give her a sense of security, it was because I didn't make her feel safe.

Mu Yang's kiss fell gently on Nan Feng's lips, very light, like feathers: "I'm sorry."

They were too close, Nan Feng could even feel her hot breath.

Nan Feng pressed his hand to the back of Mu Yang's head, pulled the distance between the two again, and bit Mu Yang's lips to deepen the kiss.

When Mu Yang put his cold hand on Nan Feng's waist, Nan Feng widened his eyes and ended the kiss.

"Nan Feng..." Mu Yang's hand touched Nan Feng's lips and wiped off the silver thread that had just been left behind. She looked at Nan Feng deeply, as if trying to imprint her deeply in her mind.

Nan Feng was flustered, she grabbed Mu Yang's hand in a hurry, "Are you leaving again?"

"Where to go?" Mu Yang held her hand back: "Go to your heart? Or go to your house?" Mu Yang became a little bit shy: "It's not appropriate for this daytime?"

Nan Feng widened his eyes and returned with confidence: "What are you talking about!"

Mu Yang took her hand and sat on the sofa. The door of the office was locked and the curtains were also drawn, forming a private space.

"It is stipulated in the station that the door cannot be locked during working hours!" Nan Feng mumbled as she watched Mu Yang lock the door.

Mu Yang raised his eyebrows: "Do you think someone will come to me at this time?"

Nan Feng:...

She still insisted: "Can't be in the office..."

Mu Yang knocked her head: "I know how to measure."

Nan Feng held his head and blinked at her.

Mu Yang took a deep breath: "I don't have a place to live."

Nan Feng was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"

Mu Yang repeated: "I don't have a place to live."

Nan Feng deliberately pretended to be stupid: "Is it because the rent is expensive?"

Mu Yang gritted his teeth: "I don't have a place to live!"

Nan Feng laughed: "Come here, I will take you in. I have to pay the rent!"

Mu Yang's eyes widened, Nan Feng straddled her lap and kissed it.

For a long time, Nan Feng leaned on her chest satisfactorily, listening to her heartbeat: "This is the rent."

"……good."

Sister Liu, who had asked Nan Feng to go to the office, was a little restless at the moment. Although Director Mu called everyone over to talk for a while, it only took ten minutes to reach the sky, and it took Nan Feng half an hour to go in. Nothing really happened, right?

Sister Liu was worried, but she couldn't go to see Mu Yang's office.

When she was worried, Nan Feng walked out of the director's office, her cheeks were a little red, and she could vaguely see that her eyes were moist.

Sister Liu: It's broken, the child really got scolded.

When Nan Feng was sitting in her seat, Sister Liu's chair slid over: "Is it all right?"

Nan Feng was taken aback: "Huh?"

Sister Liu sighed: "It's okay, it's okay if you are scolded, we can study hard if we don't do well. Young people, it's normal to make some mistakes."

Nan Feng blinked his eyes and then realized that Sister Liu was worried that she would be scolded. She touched her nose and said gratefully: "Thank you, Sister Liu."

Sister Liu nodded, patted her shoulder, and returned to her position.

Nan Feng took out the small mirror and took a look at her face, and instantly understood why Sister Liu thought she had been scolded.

--Son of a bitch! Mu Yang is a bastard!

Nan Feng gritted his teeth and thought, but he felt very happy.

Her Yang Yang is back.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, everyone in the office clocked in and left one after another. When Liu Jie left, she saw Nan Feng collating information, and she felt that it was rare for young people to work so hard.

"Xiao Nan, are you still leaving?"

Nan Feng raised his eyes and smiled at Sister Liu: "Thank Sister Liu, I'm going to get it done soon. I'll leave right away."

Sister Liu nodded, took out a pack of nuts from her drawer and handed it to Nan Feng: "Okay, come on!"

Nan Feng nodded vigorously.

By half past six, Nan Feng had finally finished the day's work. She stretched her waist, only to realize that Mu Yang was standing behind her.

Mu Yang was still carrying a box of porridge in her hand. Seeing Nan Feng turned her head, she smiled lightly and put her hand on Nan Feng's shoulder: "Reporter Nan is finished?"

Nan Feng was taken aback by her, and only now pursed her lips: "Why don't you make a sound?"

Mu Yang stretched his hands: "I sent you a WeChat message, you didn't see it."

Nan Feng blinked her eyes: "When did the two of us add WeChat?" As she said, she went to get her mobile phone, and she saw the message from Mu Yang.

Mu Yang blinked at her: "Hush—"

Nan Feng understood that it was Mu Yang who used his divine power to add his WeChat.

"Drink the porridge first." Mu Yang put the warm porridge on Nan Feng's table, took apart the disposable spoon, and put it aside, "Take me home after drinking the porridge."

Nan Feng drank porridge obediently.

Mu Yang sat next to her: "In the future, three meals should be eaten on time, not spicy food, not greasy or cold." Then, she looked at Nan Feng's pitiful eyes and added: "Your stomach is not good. Ok... Okay, you can eat a little bit."

Nan Feng bulged her cheeks and did not speak.

"Obey." Mu Yang rubbed her head.

Nan Feng clocked in and got off work, and got into the elevator behind Mu Yang.

"Director Mu." There was a woman with a delicate face standing in the elevator. Seeing Mu Yang, her expression was a little surprised, but she still made a polite sentence with her: "Just got off work?"

"Anchor Jiang." Mu Yang nodded, saying hello to her: "You also get off work so late?"

Jiang Jin smiled: "I just came out of the editing room and watched them finish the film." Then, she raised her eyebrows and said, "This is Nan Feng?"

Mu Yang pulled Nan Feng over, who was standing behind him: "This is Jiang Jin, an excellent anchor in the station."

Nan Feng suddenly remembered the woman she saw this morning: "Hello."

Jiang Jin pursed his lips and smiled: "Gu Yu saw her in the morning, so he's still talking to me."

Mu Yang nodded.

The elevator reached the underground garage, and from far away, Nan Feng saw the woman he had seen in the morning.

"Gu Yu came to pick me up, so he left first." Jiang Jin smiled at the two.

Mu Yang walked to his car and opened the door to let Nan Feng sit in.

Sitting in the co-pilot and putting on the seat belt, Nan Feng realized that something was wrong: "Didn't you say that you just came here and there is nothing?"

Mu Yang raised an eyebrow: "How can I marry you without a house or car?"

Nan Feng:...

you are right.

"It's time for a showdown with me?" Nan Feng sat on the sofa at home, copying his hands and looking at Mu Yang.

Mu Yang wiped his undry hair, sat next to Nan Feng, deliberately moved closer, and said with a smile: "It's time."

Mu Yang's body was scented with the scent of shower gel, as well as some scents that belonged specifically to her.

The moist, rich fragrance kept irritating Nan Feng. She couldn't stretch her serious face, and the roots of her ears were a little red.

"Reporter Nan, your ears are red." Mu Yang's voice rang in Nan Feng's ears, numb, with moist heat.

"Reporter Nan, why don't you speak anymore?" Mu Yang placed her hand on the edge of her earlobe and rubbed it lightly.

"Reporter Nan, your shower gel is very fragrant..."

The sky was spinning around, Nan Feng didn't know what was going on, so he was pushed on the sofa by Mu Yang.

Breathing intertwined.

Moist and gentle.

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Nan Feng: I want the truth!

Mu Yang (pretending to be puzzled): Am I not incense?

Nan Feng: I’m not talking about this—— ay—— um——

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