Chapter 279 Dreams are always the opposite
He remembered reading in a book before that there was a short-term memory loss caused by alcohol poisoning, to put it bluntly, it was a blackout.
This reason is both scientific and decent. Mu Nanyan should believe it if he says so, right?
In order to avoid being considered guilty by Mu Nanyan, Lu Yiran decided to take the initiative and go find her.
Lu Yiran went to the bathroom and prepared to wash up, but when he saw himself in the mirror with two huge dark circles under his eyes, his hair was messy like a chicken coop, and his shirt was wrinkled as if it had just been taken out of the washing machine, he couldn't help but frown.
He himself couldn't bear to look at it. If he went to see Mu Nanyan like this, would she kick him out directly?
Lu Yiran thought about it, went to the bathroom to take a shower, changed his clothes, and then lay down on the bed to catch up on his sleep.
Let’s wait until he wakes up before going to find Mu Nanyan.
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The afternoon sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the design drawing, and the pencil in Mu Nanyan's hand smoothly outlined the lines on the paper.
She came to the studio in the morning, briefly discussed the design plan with her colleagues, and then plunged into her own creative world, concentrating on drawing design drafts in the office.
Zhou Ruxuan went out to meet a client early in the morning and was not in the studio at the moment.
Seeing how focused Mu Nanyan was, other colleagues didn't dare to disturb her easily, so that Mu Nanyan, who was immersed in her creation, didn't realize that time had quietly come to lunch break.
“Dongdongdong——”
"Come in."
The knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. Mu Nanyan thought it was Zhou Ruxuan who came back, and asked without raising her head:
"Is the negotiation with the client going smoothly?"
"It's me."
This low and magnetic voice made Mu Nanyan pause the pencil in her hand.
She looked up and saw Lu Yiran standing at the door in a suit and tie, his tie neatly tied. His eyes were cold and sharp, completely different from the drunken man last night.
Mu Nanyan saw Lu Yiran appear here and asked in surprise:
"Why are you here?"
Lu Yiran walked in with elegant steps and placed an exquisite food box on her table.
"Jiajun said you sent me home last night, and I still owe you a meal. I was afraid you didn't have time, so I packed some food and brought it to you."
Lu Yiran spoke calmly, his voice as calm as if he was talking about today's weather.
But Lu Yiran's slender fingers tapped lightly twice on the edge of the food box. This was a small movement Lu Yiran made when he was nervous.
Mu Nanyan didn't react much when she heard this. After all, An Jiajun did ask Lu Yiran to treat her to a meal yesterday, but she thought it was just a polite remark and didn't take it to heart. She never expected that Lu Yiran would treat her to a meal at noon today.
Her attention was drawn to the first half of Lu Yiran's sentence, and she asked tentatively:
"You don't remember what happened last night?"
Lu Yiran's face froze, then he said with a smile:
"I drank too much last night and I don't remember how I got home, but..."
He leaned over her desk, his tie hanging down, a meaningful smile on his lips, and just looked at Mu Nanyan.
"But what?"
Mu Nanyan felt a little nervous when he looked at her, and she held her breath unconsciously.
"But I seemed to have a dream in which you confessed your love to me."
He deliberately prolonged his voice, and his warm breath brushed against her ears, making Mu Nanyan unconsciously think of the hug last night...
Mu Nanyan's ears felt hot, and she pretended to be calm and said:
"As the saying goes, dreams are always the opposite of reality. How can I possibly confess my feelings to you?"
"Really? That's when I confessed to you? Did you agree?"
Lu Yiran stood up, took the lunch box to the coffee table in the reception area next to him, and slowly opened the lunch box.
The pencil in Mu Nanyan's hand broke with a snap. This cunning man actually tested her in this way!
Lu Yiran looked in the direction of the sound and happened to catch sight of the pencil that had been broken into two pieces.
He raised his eyebrows, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
Mu Nanyan noticed Lu Yiran's gaze, looked in the direction he was looking, and saw the broken pencil in her hand.
Mu Nanyan was a little embarrassed for a moment, and explained with a smile: "The quality is not very good..."
Mu Nanyan pretended to be calm and threw the remaining pencil into the trash can, but the tips of her ears turned pink.
Looking at her like this, Lu Yiran's Adam's apple rolled unconsciously. It turned out that the decisive Designer Mu also had such a lovely side.
"Eat first."
Mu Nanyan thought the topic was over and breathed a sigh of relief. She tidied up the design drafts on the table and glanced at the time. Only then did she realize that it was already lunchtime. No wonder Lu Yiran came in so smoothly...
When Mu Nanyan stood up and walked towards this side, the hem of her windbreaker accidentally caught on the corner of the table.
Mu Nanyan was completely unaware of this, and the moment she took a step forward, she fell backwards due to the sudden resistance.
Just when she thought she was going to fall down, a strong arm firmly supported her lower back.
The warmth of Lu Yiran's palm came through the thin fabric, and the cold aroma of cedar wood instantly surrounded her.
She subconsciously tried to break free, but because of her unstable center of gravity, she fell into his arms.
"Throw yourself into my arms? When did Nan Yan become so enthusiastic?"
Lu Yiran's low voice sounded above his head, with a hint of teasing.
Mu Nanyan looked up and was about to refute, but suddenly froze.
In the backlight, his drooping eyelashes cast tiny shadows under his eyes, and the smile at the corner of his lips made his usually stern face appear a little gentle.
The sunlight gilded his outline, which gradually overlapped with the man who pushed her against the wall last night, saying "please" in a hoarse voice.
"Mr. Lu, did you really... black out from drinking last night?"
Mu Nanyan's fingertips unconsciously clenched the front of his suit, and she looked at Lu Yiran with suspicion. She always felt that he seemed different today. When had Lu Yiran ever played such a joke on her before?
The air suddenly froze, and the smile on Lu Yiran's face froze...
He tightened his fingers around her waist slightly, then quickly loosened them.
He calmly took a half step back, the sapphire collar pin on his tie gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
"Of course it's true, why would I lie to you?"
Lu Yiran paused and continued:
"Speaking of this, it suddenly occurred to me that you haven't answered my question yet."
"What's the problem?"
Mu Nanyan was stunned, her thoughts disrupted by his sudden turn of events.
"I confessed my love to you, did you agree?"
Lu Yiran looked at Mu Nanyan seriously. He really hoped that everything that happened last night was just a dream. If only Mu Nanyan agreed, how great it would be...
Mu Nanyan pursed her lips and tried to maintain a professional smile:
"Mr. Lu, you're joking. Isn't this your dream? Shouldn't Mr. Lu know better whether I agreed or not?"
Lu Yiran stared at her deeply, and suddenly chuckled: "Then I'll take it as your consent."
Hearing this, Mu Nanyan pursed her lips speechlessly. When did this person become so shameless?
She raised her eyes and glanced at Lu Yiran, but saw a faint smile in his eyes and a look of determination.
How could she respond to this? Was she really going to take a dream too seriously?
Mu Nanyan snorted lightly, too lazy to argue with him, and turned to walk towards the sofa.
The sunlight shone on her through the floor-to-ceiling windows, outlining her slender waist.
She wore a beige sweater with an apricot windbreaker today. The hem of her sweater swayed gently as she walked.
Lu Yiran's eyes followed her back, and the corners of his lips rose unconsciously.
In his opinion, Mu Nanyan's silence meant that she agreed.
He quickly followed and sat beside Mu Nanyan naturally when she sat down.
His slender fingers opened the food box, his movements as graceful as if he was unwrapping a precious gift.
As the lids were opened one by one, a rich aroma instantly filled the office.
"Try it."
Mu Nanyan's eyes fell on the food box and she was stunned.
The tomato beef brisket and tofu soup had an alluring red glow, the fish-flavored shredded pork was bright in color, the sea bass fried with scallions had a golden and crispy skin, and the lettuce with oyster sauce was juicy green - all of them were her favorite dishes.
"After so many years, I don't know what you like to eat. Remember when we first got married, you loved the dishes made by Chef Wang. Try it and see if the taste has changed."
The Master Wang that Lu Yiran mentioned was the former chef of Yujing Tiancheng. Mu Nanyan felt a little touched. Since leaving Yujing Tiancheng, she had never eaten Master Wang's food again.
Lu Yiran's voice was low and gentle. When he handed her the chopsticks, his fingertips accidentally brushed against the back of her hand, sending a slight electric current.
Mu Nanyan took the chopsticks, the warmth of his touch still lingering on her fingertips.
She picked up a piece of sea bass. The fish meat was white and tender, and the aroma of green onions was fragrant.
"Isn't Master Wang in the capital? Is he okay now?"
She asked softly, with an imperceptible emotion hidden in her tone.
"I brought him with me when I returned to Beijing last time. He's now in his villa at Haitang International. If you want to eat his cooking, you can come anytime."
Lu Yiran said as he filled a bowl of soup and pushed it in front of her. In the steaming mist, his eyes and eyebrows were particularly gentle.
"Be careful of the heat."
The spoons made a crisp sound when they touched each other.
When Mu Nanyan lowered her head to drink soup, a strand of hair fell down, and Lu Yiran naturally reached out and tucked it behind her ear.
This intimate action stunned both of them, and the air seemed to freeze at this moment.
Seeing that Mu Nanyan had no intention of hiding, Lu Yiran's smile became more obvious, but he still withdrew his hand.
Mu Nanyan was a little at a loss. She could only pretend that nothing had happened and drink her soup.
"Has the taste...changed?"
He asked cautiously, but his gaze was too intense to ignore.
Mu Nanyan raised her eyes and met his focused gaze. The moment their eyes met, she saw her own reflection reflected in his deep eyes.
“It still tastes the same, very delicious.”
Mu Nanyan replied softly, with a smile on her face.
She hadn't tasted this familiar flavor for a long time. She didn't expect that after so long, Lu Yiran still remembered what she liked to eat.
Lu Yiran suddenly leaned closer and gently lifted her chin with his slender fingers.
His warm fingertips stroked her soft lips, wiping away the shiny soup.
"It's... here." He whispered, his voice so low that it was almost bewitching.
The distance between the two was too close. Mu Nanyan could even smell the faint scent of tobacco on him, mixed with the crisp scent of cedar, lingering aggressively at the tip of her nose.
His breath brushed against her skin, hot and restrained, as if he had deliberately slowed down his movements to give her enough room to retreat.
But she seemed to be nailed to the spot, unable to move.
Lu Yiran's gaze fell on her lips, where a hint of soup still remained, shining seductively under the light.
His Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his eyes were filled with dark currents. His fingertips still lingered on the corners of her lips, caressing them faintly, as if testing her reaction.
Mu Nanyan's eyelashes trembled slightly, her breathing unconsciously became lighter, but her heartbeat was deafening.
She could even feel the rise and fall of his chest, steady and hot, like a silent invitation.
The air became sticky and hot at this moment, as if even time was stretched.
The tip of his nose was almost touching hers, and as their breaths met, she subconsciously closed her eyes...
"Nan Yan, we've already discussed the previous client..."
The office door was suddenly pushed open and Zhou Ruxuan's voice stopped abruptly.
She stared at the two people in front of her who were almost kissing, and the documents in her hand fell to the ground with a "click".
The air froze instantly.
Mu Nanyan pushed Lu Yiran away as if she had just woken up from a dream, her cheeks instantly burning red.
She frantically adjusted her not-so-messy collar, and frantically played with the loose hair by her ears. Her eyes were wandering around, not daring to look at anyone.
Lu Yiran was pushed directly against the back of the sofa by her, and his face instantly became terribly gloomy.
He stared at Zhou Ruxuan at the door, his eyes so sharp that they seemed to be able to shoot knives. Just now, he was just one step away! He almost kissed Mu Nanyan! ! !
Zhou Ruxuan was frightened by the death gaze and a layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on her back.
She hurriedly picked up the documents and said incoherently:
"Um...I...I didn't see anything! Keep going! Keep going!"
After saying that, he rushed out of the door as if he had seen a ghost, and did not forget to slam the door shut loudly.
In the corridor, Zhou Ruxuan covered her pounding heart, and the scene she had just seen kept replaying in her mind.
It was a strange thing. Why did she always run into Lu Yiran every time he came? And the way they looked...could they have gotten back together? What about Cui Hao?
She took out her cell phone and wanted to send a message to Cui Hao, but her finger hovered above the screen and she hesitated.
If Cui Hao knew about Nan Yan and Lu Yiran... She bit her lip and looked back at the closed office door with complicated eyes.
At this time, the ambiguous atmosphere in the office had long disappeared.
Mu Nanyan lowered her head and pretended to organize the food boxes, the tips of her ears were so red that blood seemed to be dripping out.
Lu Yiran loosened his tie irritably, but his eyes never left her flushed cheeks.
"that......"
They both spoke at the same time and stopped at the same time.
The moment their eyes met, Mu Nanyan looked away in panic, and a helpless smile flashed in Lu Yiran's eyes.
The office fell into a subtle silence, with only the faint sound of the air conditioner running.
Mu Nanyan's fingers unconsciously rubbed the edge of the food box, and her knuckles turned slightly white.
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