Meet Allure

After bidding farewell to the teachers, Mu Qingyang went home first, and threw the changed clothes into the washing machine.After leaving for a week, some dust piled up on the floor of the house, Mu Qingyang looked dissatisfied, so he mopped the floor again.

After mopping the floor and washing the clothes, Mu Qingyang finished drying the clothes and was hungry.

He took a look in the kitchen, there were still instant noodles and eggs.

A little queasy.

Without hesitation, Mu Qingyang took the keys and mobile phone and went out.

The hospital where Wencheng lives is not far from Wencheng's company, but far from Mu Qingyang's home.

Mu Qingyang was too hungry to wait for the bus, so he took a taxi to the hospital.

The street below the hospital is full of food, and Mu Qingyang picked the ones with few family members.

The proprietress saw it, hey, a handsome guy came, and said hello without saying a word: "What would the handsome guy want to eat?"

Mu Qingyang asked gently: "What can't you eat with stomach bleeding?"

"Oh, stomach bleeding," the proprietress seemed to be an experienced person, "I recommend our pig blood soup, fried longan with fragrant chicken..."

Mu Qingyang didn't wait for the proprietress to finish her recommendation, and interrupted her decisively, "I want a dish that can't be eaten with stomach bleeding, anything is fine." It was probably the first time the proprietress saw such an order, she was taken aback for a moment, Mu Qingyang's eyes were full of affection, he looked at her and said, "I believe the lady boss cooks must be delicious."

The proprietress came back to her senses, and immediately said: "Of course! It must be the best!"

That's it, the proprietress excitedly went to cook.

Just like that, Mu Qingyang went to the hospital with a bowl of spicy braised fish.

Mu Qingyang asked the nurse, and the nurse shyly showed Mu Qingyang the room in Wencheng. Mu Qingyang thanked him politely, and declined the nurse's request to lead the way.

Mu Qingyang pushed open the door of the ward silently. There was only one bed in the ward, and the person on the bed was facing the ceiling with his eyes closed.

This was something Mu Qingyang did not expect.

He stood at the door for a while before walking inside.

Wen Cheng's mobile phone was charged on the bedside table, and Mu Qingyang's spicy braised fish was put aside.

Although Wen Cheng and Mu Qingyang have interacted a lot in the past month, they have never met each other. Now that Wen Cheng is lying in front of Mu Qingyang, Mu Qingyang feels an indescribable strange feeling in his heart. .

Wencheng's skin is no worse than that of women, it is fair and smooth, no blemishes can be found when you look closely, its facial features are more delicate than women's but not as charming as women's, softer than men's without losing the heroic spirit of men.Logically speaking, there are many people with such looks, but Wen Cheng has a kind of hostility, sharp and mean, and the charm brought by the mole at the moment can weaken this temperament. Dare to approach.

Wen Cheng, who was asleep, put away the tattoos on his body when he was awake, and lost those eyes that were always indistinguishable from time to time, and the vague sense of depression on his body disappeared, leaving only that beautiful face, looking very gentle .

It seems... This Wencheng is not the Wencheng he knows.

Mu Qingyang didn't know how long he was in a daze, but when he raised his head, Wen Cheng's hanging potion was almost gone.

Mu Qingyang rang the nurse's bell.

Just like that, an exceptionally loud bell rang in the room that had been quiet all along, and it was Mu Qingyang who rang it himself.

Mu Qingyang cursed secretly.

This kind of ringtone that calls the nurse to ring in his own ward is meaningless!

Mu Qingyang withdrew his hand from ringing the nurse's bell, and Wen Cheng's phone that was charging also rang.

Mu Qingyang looked from top to bottom, and saw a jade hand reaching out to turn off the phone's ringtone.

Immediately afterwards, the eyes of the two met in mid-air.

A pair of winking eyes that seem to be smiling but not smiling are still familiar.

Mu Qingyang stood up straight pretending to be calm, retreated to the small chair beside the hospital bed, and sat down.

The two were relatively silent, until the nurse came in shyly, pulled out the needle for Wencheng, tidied up and left shyly, the two remained relatively silent.

After watching it for a while, Wen Cheng laughed, "Oh, if the sister nurse didn't hurt me when she pulled out the needle, I thought I was still dreaming."

"Nightmare?" Mu Qingyang raised his eyelids.

Wen Cheng sat up, turned his head to look at the extra lunch box on the bedside table, and answered the wrong question: "Did you bring me something to eat?"

Oh, finally got to the point.Mu Qingyang's emotions finally rose a little, and he stretched out his hand to pull the lunch box into his field, and asked while opening the bag, "Have you eaten?"

"The nurse delivered the porridge in the morning," Wen Cheng replied honestly, "the ones at noon should come later."

"That's just right, I didn't eat it either." Mu Qingyang took the lunch box out of the bag, lifted the lid of the lunch box, and the small ward was immediately filled with the smell of braised sauce, which stimulated the most primitive hunting desire in people's hearts. Looking at the peppers on the brightly red braised fish, Mu Qingyang squinted his eyes. Mu Qingyang took a pair of chopsticks and started eating with the lunch box. He smiled at Wen Cheng, "You can watch me eat."

This trick is really a bit insidious, and a bit poisonous.

Wencheng has been eating porridge for several days in a row, and it is still steamed. A lunch box of braised fish with good color, fragrance and taste is placed in front of him, but he can only watch Mu Qingyang eat it with relish.

"Baby, you are so immoral." Wen Cheng sighed, leaned his head against the wall, closed his eyes, and rolled his Adam's apple twice eagerly.

Mu Qingyang actually only took two mouthfuls of that spicy braised fish, because it was really too spicy, Mu Qingyang almost burst into tears after taking one bite, and the rest was eating.If he really finished eating this fish, he would be able to live next door to Wencheng the next day.But in order to achieve the purpose of stimulating Wencheng, Mu Qingyang bit the bullet and pretended to be intoxicated, and took the time to stab Wencheng, "The little one is beautiful and delicious, and the big god looks at me. I will be full without eating."

Hearing this, Wen Cheng opened his eyes, the unscrupulous smile disappeared, replaced by silence and seriousness, staring at Mu Qingyang burningly.

Mu Qingyang looked at him calmly, unwilling to admit defeat.

"Come here." Wen Cheng said expressionlessly.

To hit him?

Mu Qingyang raised his eyebrows, walked to Wen Cheng's bed, looked down at Wen Cheng who was sitting on the bed, "What's wrong?"

The frost in Wen Cheng's eyes melted immediately, as if juggling, he smiled tenderly: "You are beautiful and delicious, you have chopped green onion on the corner of your mouth."

Mu Qingyang was stunned for a moment, and just about to say it was impossible, Wen Cheng got up quickly and grabbed his collar and pulled it down. Mu Qingyang staggered and fell on the bed, and only had time to support the bed board with both hands to prevent himself from being pressed. On Wen Cheng's body, Wen Cheng's lips took the opportunity to stick to Mu Qingyang's, and the tip of his tongue quickly licked Mu Qingyang's lips around, and before leaving, he even nibbled on Mu Qingyang's lips, full of seduction , pressed against Mu Qingyang's lips and said hoarsely: "It's quite spicy, can you eat it?"

Mu Qingyang also reacted quickly, before Wen Cheng could fully back away, Mu Qingyang hit his head on Wen Cheng's forehead, Wen Cheng gasped in pain, Mu Qingyang took this opportunity to stand up straight, like a ghost Back to the chair and sit down.

"Wencheng," Mu Qingyang held his breath the whole time just now, and now he had time to catch his breath. He wiped his lips hard, with a gloomy expression, "Are you fucking sick?"

Wen Cheng laughed a few times, leaned against the bed with his forehead covered, and looked sideways at Mu Qingyang. His collar was loosened a lot due to the pull and push just now, and the beautiful scenery inside was faintly visible, and it was difficult to distinguish light and dark in his eyes. , and said in a low voice: "Mu Qingyang, let's try together, if you disagree, I'll chase you." Wen Cheng's usual cynicism faded away, and he became more gloomy and serious to the point of paranoia.

Mu Qingyang laughed angrily, "With your attitude, you expect me to be with you?"

"You just don't refuse this sentence," Wen Cheng pondered, "It means that I still have hope."

Mu Qingyang smiled, walked to Wen Cheng's side and pointed at Wen Cheng's chest, looked into Wen Cheng's eyes and paused, "You have no hope."

Wen Cheng turned his head sideways, approached Mu Qingyang's hand in an ambiguous posture, and kissed Mu Qingyang's arm inadvertently. Mu Qingyang withdrew his hand like a frightened rabbit, and Wen Cheng's smile began to be playful again. Means, "lady's perfume."

Mu Qingyang was a little stunned, but quickly realized that this should be brought from Yi Zhen, he didn't notice it himself, but Wen Cheng smelled it?Mu Qingyang's expression was a little unpredictable for a moment, is this Wencheng a dog's nose?

"Is it fragrant?" Mu Qingyang asked calmly.

"It's okay," Wen Cheng said nonchalantly, "but it's not suitable for you."

Mu Qingyang understood the pun in Wencheng dialect, and his expression turned cold, "Whether it fits or not doesn't have much to do with you."

"I'm chasing you, baby." Wen Cheng smiled.

Mu Qingyang turned around and left.

One second before Mu Qingyang left the ward, Wen Cheng said leisurely: "I will be discharged from the hospital the day after tomorrow to pick you up."

Mu Qingyang's leaving footsteps stopped, he turned his head to stare at Wen Cheng, gritted his teeth and asked, "Pick me up?"

"I said I'll take you to a fun place." Wen Cheng blinked, as it should.

Mu Qingyang leaned against the door, "You can't catch it."

Wen Cheng said again: "You have two choices, one is to follow me, and the other is to let the students think of your panting in class."

Mu Qingyang's arms crossed his chest immediately with veins, and he grinned, "Student Wencheng, you have been crossed off my list of suitors." The door closes.

Wen Cheng's voice came vaguely from inside the room, unhurriedly, "Teacher Mu, the future is long."

On the night of Wencheng's confession, Mu Qingyang's news and Weibo were maxed out.

The cause was a Weibo in Wencheng.

@公非君: @芝律_尚阳mua. [love]

Everyone knows that the Great God rarely posts anything that has nothing to do with the work, but who knows that the Great Master does not post anything, and when he posts it is amazing.

The plot of the CP between the Great God and Shang Yang is becoming more and more like a mystery. Everyone doesn't know how it all happened. A senior gossip person compiled a post for everyone, sharing the clues of the two people's emotional entanglement After sorting it out from beginning to end, I made a reasonable personal inference, and retweeted it over a thousand at a time.

Liu Qiqi browsed through the post with great enjoyment, and privately asked Mu Qingyang.

President: Tsk tsk tsk, what happened between you and the Great God behind our backs?

She should have smelled the hormone that the great god was about to move towards Mu Qingyang!It's overdue!

Mu Qingyang saw that the inquiries from Xiao Yi and others were still flashing, followed by Liu Qiqi, and he threw all his strength on the bed after changing the mobile phone for more than a month.

Fuck Wencheng!

He thinks that Wencheng is not pursuing his love, but his knife!

At the same time, the information Wencheng received was also in a state of explosion. President Mu Yu called Wencheng directly, and he couldn't hide his shock: "Master, what are you playing?"

"I'm not playing," Wen Cheng used the remote control to change the channel, and the TV program changed from eight o'clock to news, "I'm serious."

President Mu Yu was silent for a long time, and asked tremblingly: "My god, you..."

Wen Cheng thoughtfully cut off the president's words: "It's gay."

"..." President Mu Yu remained silent for a longer time this time, "It shouldn't be...you shouldn't be interested in Shang Yang even if you're gay..."

"Destiny." Wen Cheng replied briefly, his patience was exhausted, and he hung up the phone decisively.

President Mu Yu also had a lot of dealings with Wencheng, so he didn't call back, and just sent a text message: Which one of you will attack and who will suffer?

Wen Chenghui: What do you think?

President Mu Yu thought about it, and lit a candle for Shang Yang in his heart.Although the great master sang by receiving the tone, he always attacked with a proper heart.But President Mu Yu thought about it again, the Great God hasn't caught up with Shang Yang yet, why is she thinking about this issue?Could it be that she subconsciously believed that the Great God would succeed? ?

After drinking a few glasses of water, Mu Qingyang calmed down a lot. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind. He knocked the water glass on the table aggressively, strode into the room, picked up the phone, and selected the "brain-dead" contact to dial. out.

The phone rang and was picked up, so fast that Mu Qingyang didn't even respond.

Wen Cheng's voice came over: "Finally willing to find me."

Mu Qingyang understood as soon as he heard it, "I co-authored you just to let me call you?"

"En." Wen Cheng responded, and before Mu Qingyang could question him, he started humming along with the opera on TV.

Mu Qingyang, who was on the phone with a fighting mentality, was confused by Wencheng's uncertain convulsions. Kunqu opera has always been long and heavy. Gentleness seems nondescript, and Wen Chengyi has a kind of inexplicable lingering style.

After a long stretch, Mu Qingyang didn't make a sound, Wen Cheng finally finished singing, and he was obviously in a good mood, "Does it sound good?"

The anger that was attacking the heart at the beginning was completely wiped out by Wencheng's incident. Mu Qingyang was a little out of shape, and only subconsciously replied: "Do you want the uncle to give you money?"

"Master Mu must give it of course—" Wen Cheng choked his throat flatteringly, his voice was so tired that water could be squeezed out, just listening to his voice, Mu Qingyang could imagine Wen Cheng's little bird leaning against him I couldn't help but tremble all over.

Without Mu Qingyang's reply, Wen Cheng's voice became lazier, "Do you know what I sang just now?"

"Not interested." Mu Qingyang was about to hang up the phone.

"'For you, like a flower and a beautiful family, like a year gone by like water.'" Wen Cheng finished the sentence at the last second when Mu Qingyang hung up the phone, "Good night."

Mu Qingyang hung up the phone.

The time was right.

Mu Qingyang looked at the black screen of the mobile phone, and began to fall into deep philosophical thinking.who is he?Where is he?Why on earth did he call Wencheng?Why did Wencheng set up a trick to let him call?Why didn't he hang up the phone when the concert started in Wencheng?

While Yu Mu Qingyang was confused, the Weibo showing love that caused a lot of waves was deleted, and the public's imagination became even more out of control.