Summer vacation is coming and Mo Yin no longer has to go to school. He spends almost all his time with Pei Qing. When Pei Qing goes to the company, he always accompanies him. He learns things quickly and does small things like sorting out documents very quickly. Pei Qing saw that he was bored and taught him how to do things step by step.
The person who usually seems to have a bad temper is actually very patient and teaches Mo Yin very seriously. If there are some things that Mo Yin doesn't understand, he will explain them slowly, and his demeanor is no worse than Pei Mingshu.
If Mo Yin does a good job, Pei Qing will also rub Mo Yin's hair with his hands. Mo Yin smiles, lowers his head and continues to read the documents.
In the Pei family, one of them is an illegitimate child and the other is an outsider. It seems natural for two lonely people to warm each other and cling to each other. To outsiders, this change in relationship is just that two people of the same age have a better relationship.
After all, no one would have thought that a cripple like Mo Yin would have any special ambiguity with the cold-tempered Pei Qing.
Pei Mingshu put one hand in his pocket and glanced vaguely in the direction of Mo Yin's room.
Pei Qing has become more and more unscrupulous now, often staying late in Mo Yin's room.
Pei Jingyou asked once at the dinner table, and Pei Qing said he liked it.
At that time, Pei Mingshu stopped holding the chopsticks and glanced at Pei Qing indifferently.
Pei Jingyou laughed and said nothing.
Later, Pei Jingyou and Pei Mingshu talked in the study. Pei Jingyou said: "Ah Qing seems to have a bad temper, but he is actually very careful. Mo Yin said that Ah Qing helps him with massage activities every night. Thanks to Ah Qing, he The muscle atrophy in his legs has improved a lot, Ah Qing is still..." Pei Jingyou wanted to say that Pei Qing was just like his mother, but he was worried about it and stopped talking in front of Pei Mingshu.
Pei Mingshu frowned slightly as he listened, but quickly calmed down.
"Yeah?"
Pei Mingshu said: "I was negligent."
Pei Jingyou smiled and said, "You are all focused on work. It's not your turn to worry about such small things."
Pei Mingshu took the tea and took a sip. He lowered his eyes calmly and changed the topic to Pei Jingyou's body.
*
"I'm going to Heda."
Pei Qing hung up the phone and said to Mo Yin, "I don't know how long the conversation will take. I'll send you back first."
Mo Yin shook his head, "I'll wait for you here," he raised the folder in his hand and smiled, "I'll help you finish all this."
Pei Qing looked at Mo Yin. The smile on Mo Yin's face gradually faded, but a shy blush appeared on his fair face. Pei Qing hooked his drooped chin, and Mo Yin raised his face slightly, asking for everything.
"Go," Mo Yin's breath hit the tip of Pei Qing's nose, "I'll wait for you to go back together."
Pei Qing left.
Mo Yin flipped through a page of documents and glanced at the safe on the right side of the desk. Pei Qing was unsuspecting of him. He already knew the safe's password by heart.
Lazily withdrawing his gaze, Mo Yin continued to browse the documents at hand. The level of affairs handled by Pei Qing was not high. What Mo Yin could see were ordinary confidential documents and could not touch the core area.
He looked thoughtful, pointed his finger on the document, and thought rapidly in his mind.
His relationship with Pei Qing has now reached a certain level.
It's just not enough.
It’s not yet time…
There was a knock on the office door, and it was Ding Mohai.
"What does Mr. Pei want from me?"
Mo Yin pushed the wheelchair, his tone was still very polite.
Ding Mohai smiled and led people into the special elevator. He didn't answer, and Mo Yin didn't ask any questions. The floor stopped at 36. Mo Yin raised his head and glanced at Ding Mohai. Ding Mohai smiled and said, "It's the young master looking for you. "
Mo Yin: "Then why did you say it was Mr. Pei at first?"
Ding Mohai smiled again and chose silence.
The office door opened, and Pei Mingshu was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his back to Mo Yin. He was wearing a light gray suit, and his shoulder blades were folded like wings when inserting pockets. His figure was like a crane. When he heard the door open, he turned around. With a faint smile on his face, he said, "You're here."
Mo Yin and Pei Qing were inseparable, whether at home or at work. The conjoined twin-like condition made Pei Mingshu unable to find a chance to communicate with Mo Yin alone.
The last time there were only two people talking face to face like this was when it was his birthday. Pei Mingshu thought this and suddenly felt a little incredible.
When Mo Yin first took Pei's house back, he took more care of her. Correspondingly, the relationship between the two became closer, but before he knew it, he and Mo Yin actually didn't speak to each other for several months.
Mo Yin lowered his head the moment he entered the office, looking very avoidant. Pei Mingshu's expression was slightly startled, and the opening words he had thought of were on his lips.
The atmosphere was inexplicably awkward.
Pei Mingshu stood there for a while, took out his hand from his pocket, and took a few steps over.
Mo Yin was sitting in a wheelchair with his head hanging down. Pei Mingshu saw the two hairpins on his head and sighed weakly. He reached out and touched Mo Yin's hair and whispered, "I want to chat with you."
Pei Mingshu pushed his wheelchair to the edge of the sofa, and after thinking about it, he reached out to hug Mo Yin. As soon as his arm touched Mo Yin's back, he was blocked by Mo Yin.
As if he had just met, Mo Yin's expression was unfamiliar and wary, and his eyes seemed a little panicked.
"Sit on the sofa and chat." Pei Mingshu said softly.
"No."
Mo Yin still blocked his hand, lowered his head, and said in a stiff tone: "Just say it like this."
Pei Mingshu put his hand on Mo Yin's back, and then slowly lowered it back for a long time.
He respected Mo Yin's intention, although he thought it would be better for both of them to sit on the sofa.
"how are things?"
It was a boring and uninteresting opening statement, and Mo Yin's response was the same. It was dry and unintimate, and his heart seemed to be closed tightly, "It's pretty good."
Pei Mingshu felt strange.
Even if Mo Yin and Pei Qing were together, why did Mo Yin's attitude towards him suddenly change like this? He thought that from the day he brought back the ashes and portraits of Mo Yin's parents, Mo Yin had opened his heart to him. Even without being unusually close to Pei Qing, it wouldn't be like this.
Pei Mingshu suppressed his doubts and got down to business first, "I was negligent before. There are several good physical therapists here. You pick one..."
He wanted to hand over the folder on the table, but Mo Yin held the wheelchair and moved it aside, "No need."
Pei Mingli accidentally noticed that Mo Yin's hand was always on the wheelchair, as if he was ready to leave at any time.
He felt uncomfortable being alone in a space with him.
Pei Mingshu quickly realized this, feeling puzzled and frowning slightly.
After a moment of silence, Pei Mingshu said: "The physical therapist will be more professional." Seeing Mo Yin's face lowered and motionless, he said warmly: "Don't be too emotional."
Mo Yin's fingers clenched suddenly, causing the entire wheelchair to shudder and making a small sound.
Pei Mingshu whispered: "I have no other intentions."
Mo Yin remained silent. After a while, he raised his face again. He looked at Pei Mingshu. There was something complicated and unspeakable in his eyes. His lips moved, as if he had a lot to say, but in the end he still had to say something. He declined succinctly: "I don't want it."
Pei Mingshu neglected to analyze the meaning of Mo Yin's eyes for the time being. He frowned slightly and advised, "Don't make fun of your body."
"I don't want people to look at me."
Mo Yin's tone became harsh again, his eyes gradually turned red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I don't want others to see my legs."
Pei Mingshu was shocked. After a moment, he stood up. Mo Yin had already turned his face. Pei Mingshu hugged his shoulders, leaned down slightly, and apologized in a very gentle tone, "Xiao Yin, I'm sorry. , it’s my lack of consideration.”
Mo Yin's body was stiff in his arms, and Pei Mingshu's hand stroked his back gently. Gradually, Mo Yin no longer stiffened, and he leaned softly against Pei Mingshu's chest. He raised his arms and put them on Pei Mingshu's forearms.
Pei Mingshu comforted in a low voice, "If you don't want to, forget it. I won't mention it again."
"Sit on the sofa and chat for a while, okay?" Pei Mingshu lowered his eyes and asked.
This time Mo Yin did not refuse. Pei Mingshu picked him up from the wheelchair and put him on the sofa. When he put Mo Yin down, Mo Yin's arms slowly slid down from his shoulders, as if he was reluctant to let go. But after sitting down, when Pei Mingshu looked at Mo Yin again, he found that Mo Yin looked calm and showed no nostalgia.
Like a real big brother, Pei Mingshu asked about Mo Yin's university final exam results. After hearing that Mo Yin got A's in all subjects, a faint smile appeared on his face, "You have been in the company every day recently, aren't you bored?"
"It's not boring," Mo Yin said carefully, "I have something to do."
Pei Mingshu crossed one leg and nodded, "Study more, and you can work in the company in the future."
Mo Yin shook his head, and Pei Mingshu said, "Don't want to think about the company?" Mo Yin glanced at him, "I just feel like I'm alone at home..." He lowered his head and lowered his voice, "...that's really boring."
Pei Mingshu raised his hand and touched his hair, "I will take you out to play when I have time."
Pei Mingshu seemed to suddenly be really interested, "I have nothing to do this afternoon. May I take you out for a walk?"
Mo Yin said: "I still have to wait for Pei Qing."
Pei Mingshu smiled and said, "There are a lot of things going on at Heda. He should be busy until late today."
Mo Yin's expression was hesitant, but Pei Mingshu already said: "Is there any place you particularly want to go?"
*
Before getting off the bus, Mo Yin said softly, "There is no elevator." Pei Mingshu said, "It doesn't matter, I'll carry you."
Pei Mingshu's shoulders are as broad as Pei Qing's, and he exudes a light fragrance, which is a more mature male scent.
Pei Mingshu put his arms around Mo Yin's legs. The legs were still as soft and weak as before, and the skin still had elasticity. He pressed them with his palms and embedded them between his fingers.
Summer is here, and there is a strange smell of garbage in the stairs. Pei Mingshu went up to the third floor with a normal expression, and Mo Yin took out the key and opened the door.
When the door opened, Pei Mingshu did not put Mo Yin down, but said, "Can you show me around?"
The house was not big, and Mo Yin was guiding Pei Mingshu on his back. Mo's father and mother's room had not been opened for a long time. When he opened the door, dust floated on the floor, but the furnishings inside were still as neat as when the owner left.
The next room is Mo Yin's room.
The room was smaller than the master bedroom. When he opened the door, the windows were covered with thick gray, and the sunlight came in very lightly, illuminating the layout of the room. Pei Mingshu raised his eyes and looked at the bed and desk leaning against the wall, and there were also piles of books on the floor. Tie a thick bundle.
Pei Mingshu asked: "Why are the books placed on the ground?"
Mo Yin: "I was going to sell it."
"I still didn't sell it later," Mo Yin smiled, "I was a little reluctant to part with it."
Pei Mingshu went over and stretched out his hand. Mo Yin's arm pressed his shoulder, "Youhui."
"It doesn't matter."
Pei Mingshu opened the knot. The top one was a mathematics exercise book. When he opened it, the handwriting inside was smart and light, neat and beautiful. He turned a few pages and suddenly saw a small airplane drawn next to one of the big questions. He pointed his finger. After a pause, he closed the book.
The living room was relatively clean. Pei Mingshu sat Mo Yin down and went to wash his hands. After he washed his hands, he turned back to Mo Yin and said, "Do you want someone to clean it?"
Mo Yin shook his head, his expression a bit stubborn, "I don't want others to come here."
Pei Mingshu looked gentle and went over to touch Mo Yin's hair. He knelt down and said, "How about I help you clean it?"
Mo Yin's expression was a bit incredulous. Pei Mingshu was amused by him, stood up straight and began to take off his coat.
When he was rolling up his sleeves, Mo Yin held his arm.
Mo Yin seemed to be in poor health, his hands were always cold, "No."
"Why?"
Mo Yin looked hesitant, while Pei Mingshu smiled, "You think I can't do it?"
"Don't worry," Pei Mingshu took Mo Yin's hand with his other hand, "I'm very capable."
There were no cleaning tools at home, so Pei Mingshu called and asked someone to bring them. Mo Yin looked very uneasy on the sofa, "Forget it, I just come to sit here sometimes, there is no need to clean."
"The dust is so bad, I'll make myself sick just sitting here."
"It's okay, I'm used to it."
There was a knock on the door. Pei Mingshu touched Mo Yin's hair and said, "Wait."
Pei Mingshu had actually done things like cleaning the room. After Yue Xiyun became seriously ill, her temper began to get bad. She didn't want to see the servants, nor did she want to see her husband. It got to the point where she didn't even want to see the doctors or nurses. Now, only Pei Mingshu can get close to her.
The patient's room can easily become messy. Although Pei Mingshu is young, he still takes on the task of taking care of his mother and cleaning the room.
Mo Yin's room was only very dusty. He opened the window for ventilation and swept and mopped the floor. Pei Mingshu picked up the books piled on the floor one by one and patted the dust in the air. He also set up the bookshelf combination that he had asked someone to send. The books on the floor were sorted and put in one by one.
When he left the room, there was a thin layer of sweat on his back. Mo Yin sat on the sofa, holding the sofa with both hands, looking at him with an expression that was hesitant to speak.
Pei Mingshu went over and knelt down to talk to Mo Yinping, "It's very clean inside. Do you want to go in and take a look?"
Mo Yin shook his head and frowned slightly, looking like he was feeling uncomfortable.
"What's wrong?" Pei Mingshu asked.
Mo Yin lowered his head, the tips of his red ears exposed from his black hair, and his voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.
"I want to go to the toilet..."
*
The people in Heda were unexpectedly difficult to deal with, and they discussed endless small things. Pei Qing stayed with them until the evening, but in the end they still couldn't reach an agreement. It was not a good idea for two companies that had always been competing to cooperate. Pei Qing endured simple things and showed an impatient look when he returned to the car. He exhaled softly and put on his headphones.
"Are you still in the company?"
"exist."
"I will be right back."
"good."
Mo Yin hung up the phone and looked at Pei Mingshu.
Pei Mingshu hung up the phone almost at the same time as him. Before Mo Yin could say anything, he said, "Go back to the company."
Mo Yin said "hmm".
Pei Mingshu squatted in front of him.
Mo Yin lay down, and Pei Mingshu moved his hands back, and paused slightly when he touched Mo Yin's thigh.
About five minutes after Mo Yin returned to the company, Pei Qing arrived, his expression not looking good, "I'm going back." Mo Yin closed the document, "Did the negotiation not go smoothly?"
"fine."
Pei Qing pushed his wheelchair, "Heda is not sincere enough. It seems that it is just delaying time. The chance of cooperation is still very small."
"Yeah?"
The two of them discussed going down to the underground parking lot. Pei Qing pushed Mo Yin out. Suddenly he noticed that the car a parking space away from him was starting. He looked away indifferently.
Pei Mingshu looked at Pei Qing and Mo Yin quietly through the car window, and the memory of the afternoon reappeared in his mind.
"I want to go to the toilet."
Mo Yin was about to cry, his eyes were ashamed and sad, and his handsome and stubborn face seemed to be about to collapse.
Pei Mingshu suddenly remembered the words he heard outside the bathroom of Pei Qing's office that day. His mind wandered slightly, and without much hesitation, he immediately hugged Mo Yin face to face.
Mo Yin's arms hugged him eagerly, hugging him tightly, and his forehead was pressed against his shoulder, which was a little warm.
"It's okay, I'll help you."
Pei Mingshu stroked his palm from the back of Mo Yin's head to the bathroom while coaxing him.
That was the first time he saw Mo Yin's lower body.
She was slender, pale, and riddled with scars, with a feeling of sadness after being abused. Leaning in his arms, she looked pitiful beyond imagination. She felt warm and soft to the touch, and her skin was delicate and beautiful, and it felt soft when held in the palm of her hand.
Mo Yin seemed to be crying or not. Pei Mingshu put on his pants, hugged him and whispered comfort for a long time. Mo Yin leaned in his arms, his voice was low, as if he was a little choked, " Don't tell Pei Qing." He finally begged, and Pei Mingshu paused with his palms, feeling some indescribable emotions, but he quickly agreed.
Outside the car window, Pei Qing lowered his head and seemed to be talking to Mo Yin. Mo Yin also lowered his head, and then raised his face and glanced in his direction as if unintentionally.
Pei Mingshu was slightly startled.
Mo Yin quickly withdrew his gaze.
The one-way car window glass was not really a look at each other, more like a coincidence.
However, strange emotions arose in Pei Mingshu's heart.
It was an indescribable, slightly out-of-the-ordinary feeling.
