The villain is dying, I'm really not your boyfriend

"I haven't asked for leave yet..." Lin Mu blinked, not knowing what he was thinking.

Fu Qingyan said that he asked someone to issue a leave of absence.

He coaxed him again, saying that the bed here was comfortable.

It is true that the furniture used by people of his status is carefully selected, which is much better than the hard bed boards in the school.

Lin Mu was lying on the bed, just like lying in a coffin, motionless, and his posture was extremely peaceful.However, he looked at Fu Qingyan with a very hesitant look: "I don't know if there will be classes tonight..."

Fu Qingyan is a businessman, and he is very familiar with the pulling elements of every sentence in the negotiation, so he has a keen insight into the true meaning of Lin Mu's words.

Like those at the negotiating table, the purpose is nothing more than the word interests.

It's just that he didn't expect that the child was quite good at pretending.

Lin Shu was still lying on the bed, his skin was fine and white under the dark quilt, and every part was well-proportioned and thin.Her hair fell down because of the movement of lying down, and she looked at him with distinct black and white eyes, looking very cute.

Fu Qingyan just laughed, got out of the bed with his arms casually, stood up, stared at Lin Mu's innocent expression for two seconds, and took the mobile phone from the table beside him.

Unlock it with your fingerprint, fiddle with it a few times, call up the transfer interface, stuff it into Lin Mu's hand generously, and say casually: "How much you want, lose it yourself."

Lin Mu was a little panicked, feeling like he didn't know where to put his hands, so he declined: "This, it's not very good."

"Don't act." Fu Qingyan obviously saw through his little trick, and snorted at Lin Mu, with a hoarse voice after satiation: "If your arms are sore, I will lose for you."

Lin Mu took it obediently, and embarrassedly filled the space where only seven numbers could be entered.

People's level of awareness will continue to improve with the influence of the outside world.At first, Lin Mu would be surprised by Fu Qingyan's 20 yuan, but after the two of them got along for a long time, he was gradually fed up by Fu Qingyan's appetite.

Therefore, he entered the maximum amount without any guilt, handed it to Fu Qingyan when he was about to enter the password, and patted the empty space on the bed, motioning Fu Qingyan to sit down.

He wanted to watch Fu Qingyan transfer the money to him.

Fu Qingyan glanced at the amount, then tapped Lin Mu's forehead helplessly, thinking that this was really a greedy child raised by him.

However, Lin Mu was pulling the quilt and sitting on the bed, waiting for him to sit down.After being touched by his finger, she looked up at him blankly, and subconsciously covered her forehead with both hands.

Fu Qingyan felt as if his heart was about to melt.

Fu Qingyan had no choice but to sit by the bed according to the child's request, and clicked the transfer button, but the screen failed to jump out of the password input interface. Instead, a prompt popped up: the maximum transfer amount in a single day is 2000000.00 yuan.

"There is a limit." Fu Qingyan explained.

Lin Mu had never transferred so much money to others, so he really didn't expect that there would be such a restriction, and couldn't help feeling disappointed.

In order to see his mobile phone clearly, the child hung half of his body on him, with his arms wrapped around his shoulders and neck, and his movements were very natural.

Fu Qingyan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that their posture was so intimate.It's as if they are the protagonists of the room and have spent countless days and nights together here.And this is just a fragment of their life: a child looking at his mobile phone like a fool.

The limit cannot be changed.

In the end, Lin Mu only got 20.However, Fu Qingyan had already taken off his bathrobe and changed into loose home clothes, and casually took a book from the table. When he was about to sit on the side of the bed and read a book, Lin Mu suddenly got up again.

The longer he grew, the more wronged he felt.Obviously, at the beginning, it was 20 yuan, but now he has worked hard to change several places and get it several times, and the amount is still the same.

It's uncomfortable to do a huge amount of work and not get paid for it.

Lin Mu pursed his lips, curled up like a caterpillar and crawled to Fu Qingyan's side, hugging the man's leg.

Lin Mu is a college student who has not entered the society yet, and Fu Qingyan is an old fritter who has experienced countless business battles.Although the age difference between the two is not very big, they live in two completely different worlds.

Fu Qingyan is steady and self-reliant, but she is also faintly worried that there will be an uncomfortable generation gap between them due to the difference in environment.

However, at this moment, Lin Mu came over.A fluffy black hair was messy and hugged his leg.

Obsessed with children.

Fu Qingyan was happy and at the same time looked forward to it, thinking a little self-confidently, although he and the child were at school and the company, communication would shorten the distance between them.

As long as they are willing to each other, their love will be deeper and longer than the love in fairy tales.

It was only then that Fu Qingyan realized that there was still romantic affection hidden in her bones.

So, is there anything the child wants to share with him?

Fu Qingyan looked down at Lin Mu calmly, and already planned to use what he had learned in psychology courses to cheer him on, give Lin Mu positive feedback, and increase the probability of reaction through positively reinforced pleasant stimuli, so that Lin Mu would like to communicate with him more in the future.

However, Lin Mu looked at him and asked eagerly, "Do you still have a trumpet?"

20 is really too little.

Fu Qingyan: ...

After a few seconds of silence, Fu Qingyan answered concisely: "No."

Lin Mu suddenly looked like a dead fish that had lost hope, and died of thirst on the bed, feeling that his whole life was meaningless.

He was lying on the bed, his motionless eyes straightened, like a little wooden man, because his purpose had failed.

It just happened to be convenient for Fu Qingyan, pinching his little belly and thinking, why does he like money so much.

In fact, Lin Mu doesn't all like money.At least at the beginning, he took Fu Qingyan's money because of the task besides having nothing to eat.

The original owner became a canary willingly because of money and power.Don't ask for benefits, is it still a canary?

Linmu asks for money, just like doing tasks.He felt that the more he wanted, the more Fu Qingyan could treat him as a canary, and the higher the possibility of completing the task.

In the end, Fu Qingyan couldn't stand the sad look of the child, got up and went to find a bank card, told the password, and gave it to the child.

So Lin Mu beamed and smiled, as if he got candy.

……

The original owner had a star dream, and also studied related majors.But because no one is in charge, and there are no network resources, the students around me are more or less confused, but they haven't found a way.

Therefore, the original owner went to the clubhouse to inquire about the stage, took out the professional certificates he had learned, and got a chance to try it at the cost of no compensation.

However, I didn't expect that the club would suddenly arrange a band to come over, erasing the original owner's only chance.

But now, Su Zan from that band told Lin Mu that he could try to join them.

Although Lin Mu has the physical memory of the original owner, he hasn't experienced it much yet, so he really wants to try it.

So, I made an appointment with Su Zan to go there on Zhou Tian.

Lin Mu came to Fu Qingyan's side on Friday, and Fu Qingyan asked him for leave. He could have stayed until Sunday afternoon, or went back on Monday morning.

But because Lin Mu decided to go to the clubhouse, he was leaving at noon on Sunday.

Moreover, because I was too lazy to bother back and forth, I didn't plan to come back after I left the clubhouse.

When Fu Qingyan sent Lin Mu to the car, his expression was not very good.