I'm fierce, I'm aggressive

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the Mu family was immersed in the lazy and comfortable atmosphere of the afternoon.

Chopin is playing in the house, the housekeeper is busy ironing the newly made winter clothes in the cabinet, and the chef in the kitchen is yawning while waiting for the cake in the oven to take shape.

Xing Wen had just been examined by the doctor of Mu Chen's family, and now he was sitting on the sofa in the living room, staring blankly at the wet bearded uncle.

This person's name is Mu Youtian, Mu Chenghai's younger brother, and Mu Chen's second uncle.

"My nephew used to be... really not like this." Mu Youtian sneezed from the cold, "He was really kind and cute when he was a child, and the carrots and coriander that he was reluctant to eat for dinner were always left to me..."

"Are you sure that's not something he doesn't like?" Xing Wen said calmly.

"We used to be really good friends. We even copied homework all night with him when school was about to start...Thank you." Mu Youtian took the blanket from the housekeeper and blew his nose with it.

"I understand." Xing Wen nodded sympathetically.

From the description, we can know that you are probably the fox's boy.

Mu Youtian: "Before entering junior high school, I often took a shower with me, hanging on my back to talk about the little boys I met at school..."

A tic-tac-toe exploded on Xing Wen's head, and he turned his head: "Uncle Liu, is the water pipe still there?"

The gardener came in from the courtyard with a long water pipe in his face in bewilderment: "Here he is, we should nourish him, right?"

The former second master returned home after ten years, and he has lost the slightest bit of majesty.

As soon as the water boiled, Mu Youtian screamed and ran away by stepping on the water to the happy melody of the puppy waltz, howling and jumping.

"Don't get the house wet, feed him out." The housekeeper passed by with an iron, "It would be nice to have a pet dog at home."

Mu Chen had just taken a hot bath and came down from the stairs wearing a bathrobe. When he saw it, he almost jumped up angrily: "Who put him in!"

"Nephew, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

"Get out! What are you doing talking to my boyfriend!" Mu Chen directly smashed down a wooden horse and a bamboo sword hanging on the wall in turn.

The whole family was shocked. They held their breath and looked at Xing Wen who was sitting on the sofa with black lines all over his head.

"Ah, it's a boyfriend—" Mu Youtian tried his best to please Mu Chen but was at a loss for words: "He's kind and cute!"

Xing Wen: "..."

Mu Chen had nothing to smash, so he took off his shoes this time——

"Young Master, don't want it!" The housekeeper, chef and gardener below all stretched out their hands and shouted, "It's too rude, the Elder Master will cry if he finds out!"

Mu Chen paused for a second, Chopin's farewell song played, the servants of the family seized the opportunity, carried Mu Youtian out with all their might, and slammed the door shut.

Mu Youtian pitifully and helplessly knocked on the door from the outside, the music at home had been changed to a waltz in D-flat major.

Xing Wen was in a daze watching a farce in someone else's house. Mu Chen stood on the stairs and met his gaze, his face flushed slightly.

He got up from the sofa, the chef was about to come over to help him, Xing Wen waved his hand to signal no, Mu Chen had already run down.

With his head down, the portrait was very embarrassed because of the scene just now, Xing Wen let him support his waist, and stretched out his hand to rub Mu Chen's head.

Although it is not clear what exactly happened, Mu Chen, who was so fierce just now, suddenly became pitiful.

Xing Wen went upstairs with him, and the servants in the family went about their own business wisely.

"Where are you going?" Xing Wen asked.

Although he knew that Boss Mu was definitely rich, but the size of the house shocked him too much.

"My room." Mu Chen put his arms around him, "I... have thought about bringing people to my house many times, and how to introduce them."

"Aren't you friendless?" Xing Wen couldn't help laughing.

Generally, people who have no friends always like to make up their minds about how to use the brain simulation to teach people how to use their own bathroom, how to turn on the TV, and so on.

"I find you really annoying." Mu Chen opened the door, "It's right here...I've slept here since I was ten years old."

Xing Wen probably was infected by him, and the moment the door opened, he felt a strange sense of tension.

The room wasn't particularly big, it didn't have the extravagant feeling outside, and even piled up a lot of things.

There was a smell of Mu Chen in the air, the bed was placed in the center, a large fluffy blanket was spread on the floor, a wardrobe, a small work area and a separate bathroom were all available.

The lighting is very good, and the semi-curved floor-to-ceiling windows can see the whole picture of the courtyard at home.

"What's that?" Xing Wen noticed a fluffy white round hammock hanging by the window.

From the novels and a white towel on it, it can be seen that Mu Chen still uses it occasionally.

Looks like a pet bed.

"When I think about things occasionally... I like to shake." Mu Chen felt quite ashamed, "I fell asleep after shaking."

Xing Wen really smiled: "Then you didn't think about anything, why didn't you install a trampoline in the room, and think while jumping."

"I had it when I was a child." Mu Chen said, "I jumped too high and bumped my head against the ceiling, and my dad dismantled it."

"It's not damaged." Xing Wen almost laughed out loud, and took advantage of the situation to touch Mu Chen's head several times.

The height difference is just right, and Mu Chen's freshly washed hair is still a little wet and soft to the touch.

Xing Wen felt that he was about to become addicted.

"Sit." Mu Chen closed the curtains with the remote control, and pushed Xing Wen to the edge of the big bed.

The room became darker all of a sudden, Xing Wen sat down after adapting to the light, Mu Chen stood facing him, smiled after seeing him for a while.

"What are you laughing at? You knocked your head silly when you were a child." Xing Wen moved his legs a little and stretched out his arms to hug him.

In this way, the two of them were suddenly very close, and their breathing and heartbeat suddenly became cramped.

Just hugging one like this can make people both excited and nervous.

"I just feel... like a dream." Mu Chen put his arms around Xing Wen's neck.

Xing Wen smelled the scent of shower gel, stretched out his hand to pull him down, and started to kiss.

Kissing is also addictive.

This time, unlike in the car, Xing Wen has more time and energy to carefully feel the temperature of the opponent's lips.

Why is it so comfortable.

Not long after Mu Chen kissed, this posture of bending over and half leaning forward could not be maintained, but the two of them did not separate. Xing Wen consciously sat back a little with his arms around him, and asked Mu Chen to push his right knee on the edge of the bed, so that There is a point of support.