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"Yan Muqi, are you eating at home tonight?" Wen Jingcheng came out of the room, apparently just woke up, his hair was a little messy.

Looking at Wen Jingcheng's appearance, Yan Muqi frowned.Although he is already 23, he is still wearing SpongeBob's pajamas. Although his delicate face is cute, Yan Muqi still frowned unavoidably.

"I'm going to my parents' house for dinner tonight. I'll pick you up after get off work. Remember to dress decently." Yan Muqi walked out the door without looking back.

"Oh." Looking at the closed door, Wen Jingcheng sighed in frustration.

Yan Muqi probably never paid much attention to this marriage, he was just a pawn Yan Muqi wanted to reassure his parents, and what Yan Muqi really liked was Mu Chu, who was soft and weak and had a cute dimple in his smile. .

Mu Chu is the son of the driver of Yan's family. He grew up with Yan Muqi, so they can be regarded as childhood sweethearts.It's just that the Yan family would not allow the two of them to be together. It just so happened that Wen Jingcheng came back from studying abroad, so he became cannon fodder and married Yan Muqi as a matter of course.

"Why are you sitting on the sofa?" Yan Muqi's sudden appearance brought Wen Jingcheng back to his senses, "Didn't you say that you have a cold and a fever? How can you sit on the sofa? I have to go to my parents' house for dinner in the afternoon."

There was almost no time for Wen Jingcheng to react, Yan Muqi had already left the door.Wen Jingcheng was almost in a daze after listening to Yan Muqi's words, and when he brought him to realize it, Yan Muqi had already left.

Wen Jingcheng lowered his head, and smiled weakly: I knew he didn't like me, so it was normal.

The two have been married for more than two years, and the daily dialogue will not exceed 10 sentences. Except when they go to Yan's house for dinner, their movements will be a little closer, and they usually sleep with their backs facing each other.Usually one is asleep and the other is still busy with work, and when the other wakes up, the other has already made breakfast.

Wen Jingcheng rubbed his dizzy head, maybe he caught a cold a few nights ago, Wen Jingcheng has been groggy for the past few days.Wen Jingcheng rubbed his aching lower abdomen and lay down on the bed.

After several phone calls, Wen Jingcheng didn't answer, Yan Muqi frowned: "What are you doing?" He got out of the car and rushed upstairs.

"Why didn't you answer my call?" Yan Muqi looked at Wen Jingcheng who had woken up on the bed, his face frosty.

"Me." Wen Jingcheng swallowed hard, took a few deep breaths, and then said, "I was in the bathroom just now, I didn't hear you." Wen Jingcheng's voice was hoarse, and his whole face was paler than in the morning.Yan Muqi looked at Wen Jingcheng and softened his tone a little, "Such a grown-up person can't take care of himself, hurry up, I'm going to my parents' house."

Although Yan Muqi felt that he had softened his tone, Wen Jingcheng still heard severe scolding and deep disgust in Wen Jingcheng's ears.Wen Jingcheng's eyes turned red almost immediately, he sniffed, and followed Yan Muqi's footsteps.

As soon as Wen Jingcheng got in the car, he leaned against the seat and closed his eyes. As the speed of the car increased, Wen Jingcheng felt like vomiting several times, but he held back.

"What? Are you motion sick? Don't you not get motion sickness?" Yan Muqi couldn't help asking when he saw Wen Jingcheng's patience.It was only when Wen Jingcheng lowered all the windows that he felt the discomfort in his stomach decreased a lot.

"Maybe it's because of a cold." Wen Jingcheng put his head against the window frame, the wind blew all over his face, and his hair was messy.

Yan Muqi wanted to close the car window a little, but felt that there was no need to do so much for him, so he slowed down the car a little after thinking about it.