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No one at the dinner table spoke, and Yan's father couldn't understand his son's flirtatiousness, and even had a cold face.

Wen Jingcheng supported the chopsticks, looked at the rice in the bowl, and poked it carefully.There was only half a bowl of rice, and I didn't eat much.

"Does Mr. Wen think these dishes are not to your liking?" Mu Chu opened his big innocent eyes, without a hint of a smile on his lips: "I made these dishes according to Aqi's taste, if they don't suit your taste, I'll go to the Make you something?"

Every word is a thorn.

"No need, I just ate the bread I made at home this afternoon, and I'm not hungry yet." Wen Jingcheng didn't like this feeling, and confronted one person everywhere.After simply answering Mu Chu's words, he stopped talking.

Yan Muqi on the side frowned slightly, Mu Chu was really aggressive today.Pick up a chopstick of shredded pork and put it into Wen Jingcheng's bowl, "Eat more, your cold is just getting better, and your body is getting weaker and weaker."

Wen Jingcheng ate the food in the bowl with a smile, and could feel Mu Chu's eyes fixed on him without looking up.

Wen Jingcheng has seen Mu Chu's previous photos, which were taken when he and Yan Muqi were in college.The two of them stood close together and smiled at the camera. The sun was shining on them, making them look extraordinarily beautiful.

From the very beginning, Mu Chu gave him the feeling of being a gentle and pleasant little brother, that's why Yan Muqi loves him so much, misses him in his heart, and can't let him go.

But after Mu Chu came back, the feeling he gave him completely subverted everyone's description of him.

Bitter, mean, scheming, as well as viciousness and loneliness that can be seen from the eyes.

Wen Jingcheng didn't know how a three-year separation could turn a person into this, what exactly had Mu Chu experienced, and his personality had completely changed.

Everyone finished their dinner with their own thoughts. Wen Jingcheng stayed in the living room for a while before going upstairs to the room.It happened that Mu Chu came out of the guest room, holding a set of quilts in his hand, and it looked like he was going to take it back to his room to make it up.

Wen Jingcheng ignored him, turned around and opened the bedroom door.

"Wait a minute." Mu Chu looked at Wen Jingcheng's dark profile, "No matter what he has changed in the past three years, you can use the child to make him change his attitude towards you, and I can also use the child to tie him. Wen Jing Cheng, my odds of winning are always better than yours." After speaking, he hugged the quilt and left.

Wen Jingcheng remained frozen at the door, his hand holding the doorknob trembling invisibly.

Mu Chu's words were like a thorn in his heart, and all the pain came to his mind in an instant.Children, mothers, despair, darkness...Wen Jingcheng controlled himself so that he didn't slam the door loudly.

When Yan Muqi entered the room, Wen Jingcheng was taking a shower in the bathroom, and half an hour later he still didn't come out.Yan Muqi couldn't help thinking, maybe he fell down?

He ran into the bathroom in a hurry, but saw Wen Jingcheng sitting in the bathtub with a red face and holding the red wine from the cabinet in his hand.Seeing Yan Muqi come in, she raised her eyebrows and smiled at him, her eyes full of charm.

Yan Muqi's breathing was stagnant, and a burst of anger surged in his lower abdomen.After Wen Jingcheng's miscarriage, he has never touched him again, and it has been three or four months. Now that he is tempted by such a person, Yan Muqi feels that he is already very gentleman if he hasn't jumped on him right away.

Wen Jingcheng was completely submerged in the water, the milky white leather suit was faintly visible after the steam, and one leg was dangling gently outside the bathtub.Wen Jingcheng poured a sip of red wine into his mouth, and the red wine trickled down from the corner of his mouth, all the way across the collarbone and into the water in the bathtub.

"Damn it!" Yan Muqi looked at Wen Jingcheng like this, the little brother had already raised his head, pointing directly at what he wanted.

Yan Muqi walked over and picked Wen Jingcheng out of the water. As soon as his hand touched Wen Jingcheng's skin, he heard the person in his arms moaning comfortably.

"Do you still know who you are, where you are, and what you're doing?" Yan Muqi was unwilling to do something that Wen Jingcheng might regret in the end when Wen Jingcheng's unconscious hands were in his hands, and the person in his arms twisted uneasily Moving, looking at him almost out of focus: "You are... Yan Muqi... Hehehe, you are... a big villain."

Yan Muqi didn't expect Wen Jingcheng to look like this when he was drunk, his heart softened, and he walked out of the bathroom with the person in his arms.

When he pressed the person in his arms under him, Yan Muqi lightly bit Wen Jingcheng's earlobe: "You provoked me yourself. If you dare to regret it, I will spank your ass."

It was already the morning of the next day when Wen Jingcheng woke up again, and the sun shone on Wen Jingcheng's face through Yan Muqi's open window, like fine fluff brushing across his face.

Even if I moved a little, I felt like my body was about to fall apart, and my consciousness gradually came to life. Wen Jing remembered that he kept pestering Yan Muqi last night, saying that he would give him back a child by biting him.

"It's... so embarrassing..."

Wen Jingcheng's whole body was pink, and he buried his face in the quilt ashamedly, feeling the breath of sunshine on the quilt and realizing that he might have indulged too much last night, Yan Muqi changed the quilt.

"Ah... I'm sorry to get up..." Wen Jingcheng wished he could suffocate himself to death under the quilt, not to see anyone again.Last night, why did I... so proactively pounce on it...