Xu Zhi admitted that, in addition to being a complete pervert, he was also a person with a very bad personality.
Zhou Mu had said he was hungry once in the morning, but Xu Zhi was busy being in shock that morning, and on a bit of a vindictive side he didn’t want to admit, he made Zhou Mu hungry all day long.
When he took Zhou Mu to the hospital for a check-up, he happened to find rice noodles in Wen Shuyao’s office, so he made it for lunch on his own initiative.
The situation at this time was that Zhou Mu had no relatives and no money. He only knew one person in the world, Xu Zhi, but now that he had eaten and was full, he paid no attention to him.
Xu Zhi’s ears were really burning now.
“Then you…” Xu Zhi pretended to cough, turned away from Zhou Mu, and asked hesitantly, “Then what do you want to eat?”
“Anything is fine,” Zhou Mu replied.
Then, not knowing whether it was intentional or not, he emphasized again, “I’m so hungry. I’ve been… since morning.”
“Shut up!” Xu Zhi interrupted him, not letting him continue.
After saying that, regardless of whether Zhou Mu followed or not, he quickly headed towards the porridge shop he often went to.
But Xu Zhi still heard it, and Zhou Mu seemed to be smiling as he followed behind.
The porridge shop is located in the residential community, very close to the unit where Xu Zhi lives, and it tasted pretty good, so it has become Xu Zhi’s first choice for eating.
The owner of the porridge shop was a very amiable middle-aged man. He was the only person Xu Zhi was familiar with in this community.
Xu Zhi actually doesn’t remember people very well, but the porridge shop owner has a very distinctive appearance. There is a cyan birthmark the size of a fingernail in the corner of his right eye, so Xu Zhi remembered the boss’s appearance when he first came here.
Xu Zhi took Zhou Mu into the store. The boss was using a wooden tong to pack fried dough sticks for customers. When he saw them coming in, he nodded politely.
Perhaps because Xu Zhi brought a stranger, the boss did not chat with Xu Zhi as usual but just asked Xu Zhi, “What do you want?”
“One oatmeal porridge and one steamed shrimp dumpling.” Xu Zhi ordered the meal and added, “Also pack it to go.”
“Sorry,” the boss wiped his hand on his apron and smiled apologetically at Xu Zhi, “There are no more steamed dumplings.”
Xu Zhi was stunned for a moment, then compromised and said, “Then just porridge.”
“I want two portions,” Zhou Mu suddenly came forward and said to the boss, “Excuse me.”
Then he turned his head and looked at Xu Zhi, and said honestly, “One portion is not enough.”
“Ah,” Xu Zhi really didn’t expect this to happen. He blinked in a daze and said to the boss, “Then two.”
After saying this, he started to feel irritated again. What did Zhou Mu mean? He could have just asked for two portions to share. It made it seem like he was intentionally not letting him eat enough.
“Okay.” The boss nodded, packed it up quickly, handed it to them, and politely said goodbye
Xu Zhi took the box and went out before Zhou Mu could wait.
He took Zhou Mu back home. They were in Wen Shuyao’s hospital all day today. They didn’t have time to buy the second person’s daily necessities, so after entering the door, Zhou Mu was still barefoot.
Xu Zhi turned on the entrance light, took out a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet, and said to Zhou Mu, “These belong to Shuyao, you can wear them first.”
Zhou Mu was already about to put on his slippers. He paused after hearing this and then continued to step on the floor with his bare feet.
“What’s wrong?” Xu Zhi stood up after changing his shoes and asked Zhou Mu.
“You said,” Zhou Mu confirmed with Xu Zhi, “These are Doctor Wen’s slippers?”
“Yes.” Xu Zhi nodded.
“Then I won’t wear them anymore.” Zhou Mu didn’t know what was going on and refused to wear Wen Shuyao’s slippers. Before Xu Zhi could say anything else, he walked into the room and sat on the sofa.
Xu Zhi looked at him, puzzled, and it took him a moment to realize that he had been given the cold shoulder by Zhou Mu.
“Wearing or not wearing,” Xu Zhi said, “Anything is fine.”
In his heart, he thought angrily that maybe tomorrow morning, Zhou Mu would have disappeared again, going wherever he pleased, and who cared whether he was wearing slippers or not.
Zhou Mu sat on the sofa, turned his head, glanced at him, and asked again in a reluctant tone, “Is it really Doctor Wen’s?”
“Is it his or yours?” Xu Zhi walked over with two boxes of porridge and ignored him.
He sat on the sofa and took out a light-yellow disposable spoon from the bag and handed it to Zhou Mu.
Zhou Mu took the spoon and said nothing. He lowered his eyes and didn’t know what he was thinking, as if he were angry.
Xu Zhi thought that if Zhou Mu had been living in the real world, he would have gotten whatever he wanted. No one would make him unhappy, and no one would dare to make him angry.
Therefore, he felt that Zhou Mu looked pitiful at this time.
Xu Zhi pouted and asked him, “Why don’t you wear Shuyao’s slippers?”
“Why do you think?” Zhou Mu raised his head and looked at him, his tone being as if Xu Zhi should know.
“Who cares why?” Xu Zhi muttered, but still observed the subtle expression on Zhou Mu’s face, trying to find the reason.
Zhou Mu looked at him calmly and showed him openly.
Xu Zhi looked at Zhou Mu, and a somewhat outrageous idea gradually emerged.
In the animal world, some newborn birds will push other siblings out of the nest in order to monopolize their mother. Could Zhou Mu be…
He must have developed some kind of damn possessiveness toward him.
Xu Zhi blinked and shuddered. He was a little disgusted by his imagination, so he stopped asking any more questions.
“Eat quickly,” Xu Zhi changed the topic.
Zhou Mu looked at him expressionlessly for a few seconds, then nodded.
Xu Zhi: “…”
Zhou Mu seemed to have been born with a lack of curiosity. He did not continue to ask but opened the lid of the transparent packaging box and handed Xu Zhi a spoon.
Part of what Xu Zhi said was completely ignored by Zhou Mu.
“No, don’t you have anything to ask me?” Xu Zhi stared at Zhou Mu intently.
“No,” Zhou Mu ate his porridge, “Do you have anything to ask me?”
Xu Zhi was so blocked that the topic just now was obviously not over yet, so he opened his mouth but could not speak.
“Eat quickly,” Zhou Mu pushed the porridge towards Xu Zhi, “It will get cold soon.”
Xu Zhi didn’t eat much. He ate rice noodles at Wen Shuyao’s place in the afternoon, so he wasn’t too hungry at the moment, so he ignored Zhou Mu’s words.
Zhou Mu squinted his eyes, as if he suddenly thought of something. He asked Xu Zhi with a somewhat disbelieving expression, “Have you eaten yet?”
Xu Zhi blinked, thinking about how he was eating alone behind Zhou Mu’s back, and his aura suddenly weakened, but he still shouted, “Am I that kind of person!?”
“Then why don’t you eat?” Zhou Mu asked.
Xu Zhi gave a fake cough, turned his head, and stopped looking at him, muttering that ‘you don’t need to worry about it.’
So Zhou Mu ignored him, scooped a spoonful of porridge into his mouth, chewed it slowly, and said in a cool and dissatisfied tone, “You must have eaten.”
Xu Zhi was completely offended by Zhou Mu’s master-like tone. He looked at the other person eating the porridge with dignity. He was very angry and moved the porridge bowl away in a domineering manner.
Zhou Mu looked up at him and asked him what was wrong with his eyes.
“Who allowed you to talk to me like this?” Xu Zhi said.
Xu Zhi stared at Zhou Mu, broke it into pieces, and told Zhou Mu the rules he had decided unilaterally: “When you talk to me, your attitude must be respectful, and your tone must be…”
“Xu Zhi.” Zhou Mu interrupted Xu Zhi.
“What?” Xu Zhi asked reflexively.
Zhou Mu suddenly put down his spoon and came closer to Xu Zhi. He didn’t seem to understand social etiquette. He was so close that Xu Zhi could count his short, stiff eyelashes.
Zhou Mu looked at Xu Zhi and said slowly, “Your eyes are so bright.”
Zhou Mu didn’t seem to know much about communication skills. He had been talking about eating porridge just now, but he suddenly mentioned Xu Zhi’s appearance.
“Has anyone ever told you,” Zhou Mu continued, “that you are very good-looking?”
When he spoke, the hot air sprayed on the side of Xu Zhi’s face, which made him feel itchy. Xu Zhi’s Adam’s apple moved, but he did not move away.
After realizing what Zhou Mu was saying, Xu Zhi bit the tip of his tongue nervously and accused him fiercely, “Why are you like this!”
Just talk, why are you so close?
As if he heard what Xu Zhi was thinking, Zhou Mu pursed his lips and smiled before leaning back again, “Like what?”
Xu Zhi felt that he was a little lustful at this time and his mind was not clear, so he stopped talking.
“Then I’ll tell you carefully.” Zhou Mu took out a paper towel and put it on the table, put the spoon on it, and then answered Xu Zhi’s previous question.
“I won’t wear Wen Shuyao’s slippers.” Zhou Mu said.
“Why?” Xu Zhi asked.
“No matter what it is, I only accept things related to Xu Zhi,” Zhou Mu said, “I only recognize Xu Zhi.”
“Others won’t do.” Zhou Mu added.
What he said was natural, as if his trust and acceptance of Xu Zhi were unquestionable and inherently reasonable.
Xu Zhi’s heart beat very fast. He avoided Zhou Mu’s eyes, quickly lowered his head, and kept calming his emotions.
“What about before this?” Xu Zhi lowered his head and asked softly, “Before this, who were you?”
“I am no one,” Zhou Mu said. “As a character in the novel, my life began when I opened my eyes and saw you.”
His voice was a little low, and he spoke unhurriedly, “I’m just Zhou Mu.”
These are two extremely ordinary words, but Zhou Mu was very serious when he said them, which gave these two sentences a bit of solemnity.
Xu Zhi looked up at the central air conditioner. The green light was on, indicating normal operation, but he felt a little warm for no reason.
So he pushed the porridge in front of Zhou Mu and said, “You can sleep in the living room.”
Then he ran away quickly.
