[BL] BE Crazy Demon Survival System

2.20 [End]

In this world, time passes so fast.

Xu Qichen is more and more accustomed to the world, accustomed to busy work day after day, accustomed to colleague’s gags during breaks, accustomed to the broken thoughts of Mediterranean in class every Friday, accustomed to weekend basketball training for everyone Cang quietly listened to Qi Meng’s jokes together.

Get used to every moment of Mu Yao.

I used to find it very incomprehensible to those who claim to love every day as the last day.

But now, he seems to have to become such a person.

When wake up every morning, the first confirmation is that the people around me are still there.

If it is said that for Lin Ran, he likes it ignorantly without knowing it, then Mu Yao is the person who made him deeply aware of his heart.

What is strange is that the figures of these two people often overlap each other, even he himself does not know the reason.

What makes him even more puzzled is.

Why in reality, he, who can’t make any disturbance to other people, runs into his own novels, and he truly loves these characters.

This is too ironic.

It’s not that can no longer like others.

Just like people, everyone is like you.

“Ye Han, it’s raining outside, have you brought an umbrella?”

The colleague’s words made Xu Qichen regain his senses, “Oh, is it raining? I don’t know.”

“It’s not very big, after all, autumn is almost over.” The colleague finished sorting the table and said goodbye to him with a smile, “I’m leaving, you can go home quickly.”

Xu Qichen nodded, “Yes.”

A person was dizzy, and only remembered when he was in the elevator, he should send a message to Mu Yao and ask him to send an umbrella.

Forget it, it’s not a big game, just run back.

Walking out of the elevator, saw a long figure from a distance, surrounded by a hazy halo by the not-so-bright lights and dense rain on the street.

Before he could speak, the other party felt his presence.

Turning around, waved the folding umbrella in his hand at him.

“I’m here to pick you up.”

Xu Qichen walked over, and Mu Yao helped him open the umbrella.

“It’s enough for us to fight.”

Mu Yao shook his head and handed him the opened umbrella, “It’s windy today, I’m afraid you will get caught.” As he said, he opened another one, and the two walked out of the company side by side.

“Let’s go out and play tonight.”

Hearing Mu Yao’s proposal, Xu Qichen was a little strange, but he still agreed, “Okay.”

The deep and shallow puddles on the ground, one foot stepped on it, and the bright light shattered the ground.

Two people walked silently on the road, one after another umbrella covers of different colors and sizes, dividing the world into countless semi-private boxes, each with a different mind.

Mu Yao took him to a small bar, which was different from the one he had been to before. It was much quieter, with dim lights and a live band performing in a wonderful atmosphere.