11 Chapter 11

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It was early in the morning again, and Pei Mingshu got up late. He refused the breakfast handed over by the servant and walked out in a hurry. Ding Mohai was already waiting at the door, "Young Master."

Pei Mingshu didn't respond, and his steps stopped in place.

Ding Mohai followed Pei Mingshu's line of sight and looked over.

In front of and to the left of where he parked, Pei Qing was carrying Mo Yin into the car.

Pei Qing was tall, and Mo Yin's fair and slender arms were placed on the back of his neck, which did not feel inappropriate at all.

Ding Mohai said: "Second Young Master is so kind to Xiao Yin. He even sends Xiao Yin to school before going to the company."

After he finished speaking, Pei Mingshu looked at him. His eyes made Ding Mohai tremble, and the smile on his face immediately faded.

Pei Mingshu glanced at Ding Mohai and then turned his gaze back.

Pei Qing was putting the wheelchair away. The trunk was closed. He raised the hem of his shirt slightly and turned around to get in the car.

Ding Mohai accompanied Pei Mingshu and watched Pei Qing's car leave. Pei Mingshu stood there for a while and then said to Ding Mohai: "Let's go."

Because he had been free for a while, Pei Mingshu's schedule in June was extremely busy. He did a lot of work on the trapeze. When he returned to the company after having some free time, he found that Pei Qing had been promoted in the company. Pei Jing's friend signed After reading the words, Pei Mingshu said: "Pei Qing did a good job indeed. We can arrange for him to do more things."

Pei Jingyou smiled. He was now a half-hands-off shopkeeper and was gradually handing over the business to his two sons. Hearing this, he laughed and said, "No wonder Lao Liu and the others can't stand me. Both of my sons are so outstanding. How can we do this?" These old guys are so jealous."

Pei Mingshu smiled gently and was noncommittal.

Back in the office, Pei Mingshu went to work for a while, and Ding Mohai came down from Pei Jingyou's place.

"Young Master, take a look."

Pei Mingshu took the document, flipped through two pages and raised his eyes, "What do you mean, Dad?"

"Yes, it depends on what you mean."

"I have no opinion."

Pei Mingshu put the document back on the table casually, "Let Pei Qing go and do it."

Ding Mohai nodded, "Okay, let's leave it to the Second Young Master." After he finished speaking, he withdrew. After sitting in the chair for a while, Pei Mingshu took the mobile phone on the table and stared at it for a few seconds. Seconds later, he dialed the number.

"Hello?"

Mo Yin's voice was soft.

"Are there any classes today?" Pei Mingshu said gently. He was busy on a business trip and hadn't been home much for a month. He hadn't spoken to Mo Yin for a long time, so his tone couldn't help but be softer than usual.

"Class is over."

"Are you at home now?"

The other end of the phone hesitated for a while, "I'm at the company."

Pei Mingshu raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then reacted, "Come to see Pei Qing?"

"Um."

There was silence for about ten seconds.

Mo Yin breathed quietly, and Pei Mingshu also said nothing. After realizing the strange silence, he said: "Then you guys have fun."

The phone was hung up.

Mo Yin raised his head and glanced at Pei Qing sideways.

Pei Qing lowered his head and was looking at the document in his hand. When Mo Yin looked at him, he didn't react at all.

After a while, Mo Yin put down his phone, lowered his head again, and continued to read the document in his hand.

"Do you understand?"

“I don’t quite understand some things.”

Pei Qing moved his chair and sat closer, "Where?"

Mo Yin pointed at a line of words.

At first, Pei Qing was very reluctant to come to the company for an internship. After Mo Yin's persuasion, he came anyway. Pei Qing's character is to either do nothing or do his best. He is very busy in the company and he is busy. Although he was busy, he still waited for Mo Yin to finish his class before picking up Mo Yin.

The two of them had an unpleasant quarrel in the attic last time, but the next day Pei Qing was waiting at the door to send Mo Yin to school. Mo Yin saw him bowing his head and ignoring him, and Pei Qing didn't take the initiative to speak and hugged Mo Yin at the door. He never apologized for his own car, but insisted on picking up Mo Yin every day, and the two of them didn't speak to each other.

"Don't come to pick me up tomorrow."

Finally one day, Mo Yin spoke.

Pei Qing ignored it.

"I'll take a car to the company to find you."

Mo Yin whispered.

Pei Qing glanced at him. Mo Yin's expression was gentle and gentle, as if he had finally calmed down. Pei Qing still did not apologize. He reached out and shook Mo Yin's hand. Mo Yin's hand trembled and he didn't take it back.

Just like that, the two of them reconciled again, without explanation or apology, as if nothing had happened.

As soon as the daytime classes are over, Mo Yin will come to the company to find Pei Qing. He will bring some professional books to read, and occasionally ask Pei Qing if he needs help. After Pei Qing thought for a moment, he asked him to help him sort out the documents.

Pei Qing explained to Mo Yin in a low voice. He was close, and the smell of his body and the breath of his words enveloped Mo Yin. After a while, Mo Yin moved aside and said that he understood. Pei Qing took a look. He looked sideways and moved the chair back to its original position.

At noon, they ate in the staff cafeteria. Pei Qing helped Mo Yin pick up the food. Mo Yin couldn't finish the meal and put down his chopsticks halfway through. Pei Qing pulled his plate over and continued eating.

Employees around him glanced at him from time to time, and they were all talking privately, saying that the second young master actually had no airs.

Pei Qing and Mo Yin returned to the office and met Ding Mohai.

Ding Mohai: "Young Master is looking for you everywhere. Let me ask you to come up and eat."

"We've already eaten," Pei Qing said.

Ding Mohai had no choice but to turn around and leave.

Mo Yin watched Ding Mohai off while holding his wheelchair. He turned back to look at Pei Qing, "Whose secretary is Uncle Ding now?"

Pei Qing had a cold expression on his face, "It's no problem for anyone, it's none of my business."

Mo Yin whispered: "Why is it none of your business?"

Pei Qing said nothing more and turned to go back to work behind the desk. Mo Yin turned the wheelchair and faced him, "I will be your secretary from now on. How about it?"

Pei Qing put his hands on the desk, raised his eyes, and locked his eyes on Mo Yin's face. The expression on Mo Yin's face was a bit serious, "I can do a good job."

"not so good."

Pei Qing sat down, picked up the documents on the table, and refused coldly.

Mo Yin was silent for a while and said, "I'm going back."

He pushed the wheelchair outward, but before he could advance much, the wheelchair was pulled.

Mo Yin pushed forward hard, but the strength to pull the wheelchair was too great. He could only make useless efforts, and looked back at Pei Qing angrily.

Pei List held his wheelchair with his hand, with a calm expression on his face, and leaned over, his breath spraying on Mo Yin's face again, "Do you want to go to the bathroom?"

Mo Yin quickly said: "No."

He lowered his head and his face immediately turned red.

"You are not allowed to go back until the documents are sorted out."

"I won't come tomorrow."

"It's a day off tomorrow."

"..."

Mo Yin stayed with Pei Qing until after get off work, and went to the bathroom in the middle. Pei Qing carried Mo Yin up, and Mo Yin asked him to close the door. Pei Qing sat on the office chair, "Are you sorry? I don't know how to do it." peep."

Mo Yin blushed, "Can't you respect me?"

Pei Qing glanced at him.

Mo Yin blocked it with his hands, and his two thin white legs hung on both sides, looking a bit stunted.

Pei Qing frowned, but stood up and walked over, putting his hands on Mo Yin's thighs. Mo Yin gritted his teeth and said, "What are you doing..." Pei Qing measured his thighs with her hands, raised her eyes and said, "Small." ”

The blush on Mo Yin's face faded, and he was silent for a while before saying "hmm".

"Muscle atrophy?"

"……perhaps."

Pei Qing's big hand covered Mo Yin's pale legs, making the contrast even more intense.

Mo Yin didn't ask Pei Qing to go out again. He seemed to be in a particularly low mood, hanging his head and saying nothing. Pei Qing lifted him up and put on his pants, put one hand around his waist and said, "You need to exercise. "

Mo Yin smiled bitterly, "How to exercise?"

"Eat more meat." Pei Qing said to himself.

"..."

"You still need a massage." Pei Qing helped him button up his trousers. "Starting from today, I will press them every day."

Mo Yin's arm was originally just loosely draped on Pei Qing's shoulder. Suddenly, he moved his arm and hugged Pei Qing's neck tightly. He leaned forward and fell on Pei Qing's chest.

Pei Qing's hand paused.

Mo Yin's weight was supported from top to bottom, like a weak vine clinging to a big tree.

Pei Qing took out his hand and slowly wrapped his arms around Mo Yin's waist.

Mo Yin's waist was very thin, only a handful. With his arms folded, he looked particularly pitiful.

"Pei Qing."

Pei Qing heard Mo Yin's low voice, "Actually, you have never hated me, right?"

*

It was already late at night when Pei Mingshu got off work, and his car was the only one left in the three parking spaces connected together in the underground parking lot.

Ding Mohai drove for him.

Pei Mingshu: "How is dad's health lately?"

"Sir, he is in good health. He has an appointment with the boss of Heda to play golf tomorrow."

"Yeah?"

"Heda seems to have relented," Ding Mohai tilted his face, "After you took over the thirteen cities in the south, they lost their arrogance and arrogance. Now they are willing to sit down and discuss cooperation."

"Good thing."

"Sir, what you mean is that you want to dry them out a little longer."

Pei Mingshu smiled and did not express his opinion.

It became quiet in the car. It was past eleven o'clock. The street was not blocked, and it was even cleaner after getting on the mountain road. The woods on both sides glowed with a faint green light under the lights buried in the ground. The shadows of the trees hit the car window. Reflected in Pei Mingshu's eyes, it was like scenes of undried oil paintings.

Ding Mohai keenly felt that Pei Mingshu seemed to have something on his mind.

The word "worry" really didn't fit with Pei Mingshu, and the connection was quite strange. Ding Mohai quickly put this thought behind him.

Pei Mingshu returned to Pei's house and stayed in the hall for a while. The servant came and asked him if he wanted to have supper. Pei Mingshu waved his hand and looked in the direction of Mo Yin's room.

"Is Xiao Yin sleeping?" Pei Mingshu asked.

The servant said: "Probably not yet, the second young master is still in his room and hasn't come out yet."

Pei Mingshu was silent for a moment and frowned slightly. He glanced at the closed door of Mo Yin's room and slowly turned around.

Mo Yin was lying on the bed. Pei Qing lifted his calf and helped him move the joints. "Don't you feel anything at all?"

Mo Yin shook his head lightly, his expression calm.

Pei Qing didn't ask any more questions, "My mother is a nurse and specializes in taking care of patients with limited mobility."

Mo Yin looked at Pei Qing quietly, waiting for Pei Qing to continue telling the story.

But Pei Qing didn't say any more.

Pei Qing took off his pants and asked him to lie flat on his back. Mo Yin looked at the ceiling and felt nothing. It wasn't until Pei Qing's fingers touched his buttocks that he groaned.

"Is there a feeling here?"

"Um."

Pei Qing's fingers left his buttocks, and Mo Yin lost consciousness again.

Pei Qing pressed him for a long time, and Mo Yin was helped by him to sit up. He saw that his pale legs were red, and the vertical and horizontal scars on them became brighter.

"I'm going to buy some essential oil tomorrow."

Mo Yin touched his leg with his palm. The skin on his leg was hot, as if it had some vitality again. He turned to look at Pei Qing and said softly: "Thank you."

Pei Qing knew that for Mo Yin, the Pei family was just a place to stay.

So I tried my best not to trouble anyone, not to make demands, and in my mind I was counting down the time until I left.

Just like him.

Pei Qing looked at the bathroom in Mo Yin's room.

The barrier-free facilities are very good. There is a place to hold up when going to the toilet, and you can also sit down and take a shower.

Pei Qing could imagine Mo Yin using his arms to transfer himself to the stool, turning on the water faucet, lowering his head to wash and wipe his hair, and then drying himself bit by bit. Then he used the strength of his arms to hold himself up, and returned to the wheelchair naked first. Put on your top, go back to bed and lie down before putting on the pants underneath.

Pei Qing turned around and said to Mo Yin who was sitting on the bed, "Do you want me to help you take a bath?"

Mo Yin's eyes were slightly red, and Pei Qing's expression was as cold and cold as ever, lacking sympathy.

The mist in the bathroom was hazy, and the water fell quickly and dripped all over Mo Yin's face. Pei Qing wiped Mo Yin's face with the palm of his hand. Mo Yin looked at him through the mist, and there were still some water drops on his eyelashes, which rolled slightly. Adam's apple, he turned his face again, his handsome side was reddened by the hot water.

Pei Qing heard Mo Yin's breathing, which was a little fast, then gradually slowed down, and then sped up again uncontrollably, very irregularly.

Mo Yin has many scars on his body, like a colorful and pale snake. His ribs slowly rise and fall with his breathing, and his body gradually turns pink in the heat.

Pei Qing took him out of the shower with a big bath towel, sat on a stool in the bathroom and held him in his arms to help him dry his hair. He carefully wiped the water from his ears through the towel with his fingers. There were no scars on Mo Yin's ears, which were pink and white. , the ear bones are clearly visible under the increasingly red skin.

Mo Yin turned to look at Pei Qing.

His hair was wet on his forehead, and there seemed to be still moisture in his eyes, making them wet.

Pei Qing looked at him quietly.

Mo Yin's eyelashes drooped.

The breath came closer and closer, but Mo Yin did not dodge.

Pei Qing's lips met Mo Yin's lips accurately.

Soft and slightly moist.

Mo Yin breathed slightly, raised his eyelashes, and looked at Pei Qing hesitantly and tentatively through the gap.

Pei Qing closed her eyes and kissed her hard.

Mo Yin froze and slowly closed his eyes, wrapping his hands around Pei Qing's neck.

They didn't say anything, they just kissed each other deeper and deeper.

The sound of kissing was particularly vivid in the quiet environment, and the accumulated sympathy, ambiguity, quarrels, jealousy, cold war, reconciliation, companionship, and acquaintance were all vented out...

When the passionate kiss gradually died down, the two of them breathed messily at each other, their noses touching, and they slowly suppressed those impulsive emotions back into their bodies.

Pei Qing hugged Mo Yin and said, "I don't need to think about it, I don't care."