My dear President, Please make a detour

Immediately, Shu Weiyi stood by the road and took a taxi.

But because it's rice now, it's very difficult to get a taxi. Shu Weiyi kept waving at the vehicles coming and playing. Twenty minutes later, no car stopped.

Shu Weiyi is too anxious!

About ten minutes later, Shu Weiyi got a taxi and got in the car.

At the same time, muyue has come to the downstairs of the apartment.

She found Jian boyao's residence early. When she got off the bus, she ran towards the elevator at the first time.

According to her investigation of Jian boyao, he lives alone in this apartment all the year round. Jane boyao will be moved by thinking of giving charcoal in the snow at this time.

She missed such an opportunity before, and now she can't leave any regrets.

This time, she must firmly grasp Jian boyao and his heart.

"Ding Ding..." Mu Yue came to Jian boyao's door and rang the doorbell.

After a while, Jian boyao opened the door in a light brown home clothes. The man was surprised: "Why are you here?"

Muyue pushed in first, then naturally took off her coat and went straight to the kitchen: "haven't you eaten yet? I heard you were ill, so I came here for the first time. Do you still have a fever? Let me make you your favorite vegetable and meat porridge before?"

Muyue is like a hostess. She has walked to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. She is surprised to find that there are some fresh vegetables in it.

"Muyue!" Jian boyao raised his voice and slammed the door of the refrigerator. "Who told you? How do you know I live here?"

"If I want to know, I'll know. Bo Yao, don't refuse me. God, why is your head so hot?" Mu Yue said and quickly pasted Jian Bo Yao's forehead.

The scorching temperature almost burned the palm of her hand, and she was surprised.

"I thought I was clear enough to tell you last time. I have..."

"Brother boyao, stop talking. I don't mean anything else. I'm just too worried about you. I'm too reckless. I didn't think it would bring you trouble. Maybe I was used to it when my sister was there. I'm sorry, brother boyao." before Jian boyao finished, Mu Yue apologized with guilt on her face.

"I didn't mean that, but you came suddenly, and I didn't have any preparation." looking at Mu Yue's lonely face, Jian boyao frowned lightly.

He promised Muxin that he would take good care of muyue. Now his attitude towards her is really bad, for which he blames himself.

"Brother boyao, I've figured it out. I'd like to be your sister. Now you're sick. As a sister, I should take care of you." Mu Yue immediately changed her look and smiled at him.

Thinking of Mu Xin, Jian boyao couldn't bear to refuse Mu Yue again.

"I'm fine, just a small problem." his tone was much better.

"You're still the same as before. You never go to the hospital with a cold and fever. You don't even have hot water at home. First lie down and sleep. I'll cook some hot water for you, and then make a green vegetable porridge for you. When you're settled, I'll go." muyue said seriously.

Jian boyao frowned and wanted to refuse, but mu Yue looked at him with poor eyes, and his heart softened.

"Well, don't bother too much. I'm not hungry either." Jane boyao waved his hand and casually muyue beat the drum. He turned back to his study again.

"You don't want to work, you go to have a rest. If your sister knows you like this, she will be very sad." muyue always moves out of Muxin to convince Jane boyao.

"Muyue, don't mention Muxin in the future." Jian boyao suddenly said, with a trace of elusive emotion in his low voice.

"OK, then go and have a rest." muyue blinked mischievously, half pushed Jian boyao and let him return to the bedroom.

After settling in Jane boyao, muyue returned to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator again, and looked at the fresh vegetables and fruits. A glimmer of jealousy came out of her eyes.

These should be bought by the wife in Jane boyao's mouth?

In fact, she just deliberately didn't mention the woman, but Jane boyao had such a fever that the woman didn't come to have a look.

It seems that the relationship between them is not very good.

Thinking of this, muyue was happy again.

"Master, how long will it take to get there?" Shu Weiyi asked anxiously, looking at the stationary car in front of him in the taxi.

"Girl, it's the peak of traffic jam now. I don't know." the driver said there was nothing he could do.

Shu Weiyi sighed deeply, and no longer said anything. He had to do so and wait.

Time passed bit by bit. About 15 minutes later, the traffic jam brigade finally began to move.

Shu Weiyi wiped the sweat on his forehead, then took out his mobile phone and searched the nearest drugstore and porridge shop near the apartment.

In Jian boyao's apartment, Mu Yue walked towards the bedroom with joy around the broken flower apron bought by Shu Weiyi, carrying a bowl of freshly cooked vegetables and meat porridge.

She opened the door and found that Jian boyao had fallen asleep at some time.

Then muyue carefully put the porridge aside, while he squatted by the bed and looked at Jian boyao sleeping with infatuated eyes.

Men usually sleep very shallow. They always wake up when there is a sound. Xu is sick today, which is different from usual. Until now, he hasn't woke up.

Muyue looked at Jian boyao sleeping. She tilted her head and smiled at the corners of her mouth. He's so beautiful. If it weren't for his flawed leg, he'd be as perfect as a God.

But his successful career has made up for the shortcomings in his legs. Such a high-quality man is a scarce animal in the world.

Thinking, Mu Yue's hand involuntarily stretched out and stroked her gently along the outline of Jian boyao's face.

When he fell in love with his sister, muyue became crazy about him and even seduced him at all costs. However, his heart was just his sister at that time.

Now that my sister is gone, it's her turn.

"What are you doing?" just as muyue was immersed in his thoughts, Jian boyao suddenly woke up.

"Oh, I'm sorry, brother boyao. I think you're asleep. I'm going to wake you up for some porridge, but I can't bear to see you sleep too well." muyue quickly got up and showed a shyness on her face.

Jian boyao frowned, got up and leaned against the head of the bed. His eyes slowly fell on the green vegetables and meat porridge, and his thoughts were inexplicably confused.

This is muyue's best porridge and his favorite porridge.

He hasn't drunk since muyue died.

Muyue's practice is taught by Muxin. Even the details of putting some shrimp on it are the same.

Jian boyao felt some emotion in his heart. This bowl of porridge reminded him of Muxin.