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It's not that Wen Jingcheng doesn't mind Yan Muqi's past, he also thinks that one day Yan Muqi can let go of everything, so he can only concentrate on treating him alone.In that case, now he is willing to wait for Yan Muqi to come out of the past little by little, until he learns to love someone well.

But now it looked like God didn't want to give him such a chance at all.He is not a person who can be cheap for love, if Yan Muqi can't learn it, then only he can learn to let go, there must be one who learns to let go first.

Yan Muqi took Mu Chu to the restaurant they used to go to after dinner, and they just walked on the street at night holding hands.There are not many people on the road, and occasionally there is a breeze.

Mu Chu stopped suddenly. It's not that he didn't notice Yan Muqi's distraction. Although he was still as considerate and gentle to him as before, after Wen Jingcheng left, he could feel Yan Muqi's absent-mindedness.

Looking at Yan Muqi with some doubts, the hand that was not held caressed Yan Muqi's face.Little by little from above he traced his outline,

"For three years, I can only look at you in the photo every day, and I can't even sneak back to see you from a distance." Mu Chu's words made Yan Muqi instantly think about whether Wen Jingcheng got home safely. Thoughts were all thrown to the back of my mind.

Yan Muqi covered Mu Chu and touched his hand, Mu Chu had lost a lot of weight, and even touching his hand like this felt a little awkward.

"No. It won't happen in the future. You will stay by my side in the future and won't let you suffer anymore. "

You see, Yan Muqi is such a person, as long as Mu Chu shows a little weakness and helplessness, he wants to protect him with all his might.

Mu Chu thought in his heart, just based on this, he, Wen Jingcheng, would never try to snatch Yan Muqi from him in his life, this person should be his from body to heart!

Since you have been touched by him, the traces left by the touch will be completely wiped out!

Watching Yan Muqi drive him to his private apartment, Mu Chu suddenly asked, "Aren't you really going back to see if Mr. Wen has come home? He still has your child in his belly, don't you want to. ..will you accompany him?"

To Yan Muqi, this sounded like Mu Chu wanted him to accompany him but felt that he should accompany his pregnant wife according to common sense.Yan Muqi didn't even frown,

"He's such an old man, he will go back. If it wasn't for him, you wouldn't have been separated from me for so long, Mu Chu, you don't have to always think about others, you should also care about yourself."

Seeing himself in the rearview mirror, Mu Chu smiled, then leaned over and kissed Yan Muqi's side face.

"Aqi, I love you so much!"

Wen Jingcheng woke up on the sofa the next day. He wanted to wait for Yan Muqi to come home last night, so he fell asleep on the sofa in a daze.

Wen Jingcheng rubbed his eyes that hadn't adapted to the light, feeling a little disappointed, Yan Muqi didn't come back.In fact, I should have thought of it a long time ago, but I just had a little luck, hoping that person would care about me a little bit.

There was a dull pain in the lower abdomen, Wen Jingcheng stood up and poured himself a glass of warm water to drink, only to feel much more comfortable.Yan Muqi probably won't go home today, Wen Jingcheng is sitting in front of the computer, obviously no one will control the time he spends watching the computer, but he can't write a word.

My mind was in a mess, I didn't have any thoughts, and I deleted all the words I just typed.

Wen Jingcheng now looks at the stories he wrote and feels irritable for no reason. The stories he writes always end happily, and people can always have the love and happiness they dream of. Wen Jingcheng suddenly hates himself.

Turn off the computer, open the curtains, and the light from outside just shines in.The morning sun was not so glaring, Wen Jingcheng looked at the tall and tall trees outside, and suddenly he missed his mother a little bit.

I miss her getting up early every morning to make breakfast for myself, and I miss her reading poetry to myself when I was young. My mother’s voice is beautiful, like a stream, gentle and easy to remember.

The memory of his mother came to an abrupt end when he was 15 years old. Wen Jingcheng was often unwilling to believe his father's words. He always felt that it was impossible for his mother to leave him and just leave.

The more you don't believe it, the more you will miss it in your heart, and the more you will not want to touch the truth of this matter.

Wen Jingcheng was suddenly interested in what he had avoided for 9 years and wanted to find out.But I don't know how to find out, who to ask.