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"You really don't play the cards according to the routine." The proprietress looked at the cards thrown by Wencheng, and Yoyo threw an Ace of Spades, with a pun.

Wen Cheng smiled, "My baby is mighty."

Speaking of this, Chu Mo should be the most resentful.

It stands to reason that the person present who knows Wencheng best should be Chu Mo, and his bet is also the most reliable, but who knows that in the end it was not Wencheng who pulled Mu Qingyang away, but Mu Qingyang who pulled Wencheng away. The fat on the side just flew away.

Chu Mo, an old fox who lost 500 yuan, was calm and relaxed. He threw all the cards in his hand, smiled lightly and stretched out his hand, "Repay the money."

Lu Ran exploded, "Damn."

If you lose, you lose, Wen Cheng threw away the cards in his hands, took a sip of soda, and let his body relax into the sofa.

The "City That Never Sleeps" is very quiet during the day. At first glance, there are only a few people sitting scattered around. The lights do not seem to be chaotic and crazy at night, but only a few orange lights. The "City That Never Sleeps" at this moment is not like a bar, but like a coffee shop.The background music is a piece of pure music, and the song Wencheng just played is just recognizable. The name is "The Street Where the Wind Lives". The whole bar is filled with a literary and melancholy atmosphere, which is completely different from the passionate passion at night.

The few people sat lazily in their seats and did not speak. The song was played halfway. Lu Ran looked at a woman who was secretly wiping tears in the corner of the bar, and suddenly asked, "Miss Boss, are you mentally ill?" The night was so hot It makes people cry when they are excited, and it is quiet enough to make people cry during the day. As a bar, the strong contrast between day and night shows the inner distortion of the proprietress.

The proprietress smiled brightly, "Who doesn't have a dark corner that rots and stinks in his heart, I have a personality."

What the two of them said, Wen Cheng didn't care, instead he was a little lost in thought.Chu Mo was close to Wen Cheng, and seeing Wen Cheng's absence, he leaned back and asked Wen Cheng, "Did you tell him about your past?"

Wen Cheng stared at the open space in front of him for a few seconds before taking a sip of soda, which seemed to moisten his throat, and he said, "Not yet."

"Are you afraid that he will be frightened by you?" Lu Ran joked.

"No, he can see clearly," Wen Cheng frowned slightly, "It's just...it's unnecessary."

"Is the point in the past, or in the present?" Chu Mo said calmly, "Are you planning to hide from them for the rest of your life? Are you still dragging him to hide together?"

Wen Cheng didn't answer, and quietly sipped his drink.

The proprietress turned her gaze back and forth on several big men, and while tidying up the scattered cards on the table, she said inexplicably, "I kind of miss that warm and gentle woman from before."

In fact, Wen Cheng annoyed this group of people telling him about his stupid years, and the proprietress liked to poke Wen Cheng's pain points from time to time, Wen Cheng said impatiently: "If you miss him, I will light three incense sticks for him. "After speaking, I nestled myself in the sofa, took out my phone to look through it, and when I went to Q, the phone vibrated a few times, and the top message was Jiangbei Little Water Turtle's friend request.

At this moment, Mu Qingyang was not online, so Wen Cheng clicked on his detailed information to check.

Mu Qingyang's profile picture is an emoji, with an innocent expression and a bit of cuteness. His signature is still "do more homework and less pornography", which is a bit different from his own image. Wencheng just couldn't help but want to laugh. Just now The impetuousness eased slightly.

This person is his boyfriend.

Wen Cheng thought about it and set a note for Mu Qingyang: Baby.

He wanted to see Mu Qingyang.

I really want to.

Wen Cheng dug out the address book to find Mu Qingyang's number, typed a few words in the text message editor, and finally deleted it.

Forget it.

He pressed the phone screen to black and took it back.

Forget it Wen Cheng, he is your boyfriend, not something for your entertainment.

Chu Mo, Lu Ran, and the proprietress cleaned up the cards and prepared to play another round. They all tacitly ignored the person hiding in the shadows. Wen Cheng looked at the three of them indifferently, talking to each other, familiar The feeling of pain churned from the position of the stomach and rushed to the heart. The sudden expansion of irritability made him have the urge to lift the table, but he just clenched the cup in his hand, with a suppressed expression on his face.

That's deep self-loathing.

Mu Qingyang stayed at home for another day.

Liu Qiqi went through the voices he submitted, and sent them back to him for re-recording. Mu Qingyang dubbed for two hours, and it was already six o'clock in the afternoon when he finally re-sent the voices to Liu Qiqi. Qingyang was a little hungry.

There were still leftovers from Wencheng's lunch, so Mu Qingyang reheated it and ate it. The taste was still good when he ate it, so he couldn't help but sigh that Wencheng was very useful.

At the end of the meal, Mu Qingyang cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, and saw in the trash can there was garbage left over from cooking, and there were many plastic bags, which seemed to contain a lot of things.Mu Qingyang suddenly realized something, and turned back to open the refrigerator. The empty refrigerator was now full of things, and everything was sorted in an orderly manner. The bottom of the first layer was fruits, the second layer was vegetables, and the third layer was It is full of milk, and a piece of paper is pasted on the side of the refrigerator door:

"Papa Wen warmly reminded:

One fruit per day.

A glass of milk before going to bed.

Aids in baby's development.

love me? "

Mu Qingyang held the refrigerator door messy, and the feeling was a bit complicated.

He took out the piece of paper and put it together with the paper that was placed by the rice cooker before, folded it twice, stretched his hand towards the trash can, thought about it, took it back, and put it in the drawer next to him .

Mu Qingyang called Wencheng.

Wen Cheng connected in half a minute. He was quite quiet on the other end, speaking with a nasal voice, "Honey?"

Mu Qingyang was silent for a while, "Are you sleeping?"

"Ah... a little sleepy." There was a slight movement on the other side of Wencheng, he cleared his throat, and resumed his usual voice, "What's wrong?"

"Did you stuff my refrigerator?" Mu Qingyang felt that he had asked nonsense.This question is obvious, and it is not necessary to make a phone call to ask, but he just wanted to call Wencheng at that moment, and had no other ideas.

Guess Wen Cheng thought the same as him, he wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh: "Could it be Miss Conch?"

"No need," Mu Qingyang sighed, "I don't know how to cook."

"I will." Wen Cheng's voice was a little low, "I'll teach you."

Mu Qingyang suddenly thought of Wencheng's nasty text message, his face burned a little, and he coughed a few times: "I can't learn it."

It's almost like being coquettish.

Wen Cheng's mood was so bright that it seemed like it was about to blossom, "I'll cook when I'm fine."

Mu Qingyang didn't know what to say.To be honest, he was with Wen Cheng out of emotion rather than reason, and he hadn't thought that he and Wen Cheng would have a "future". Mu Qingyang felt a little flustered when he heard such promises.

The two were silent for a few seconds, and Wen Cheng suddenly asked in a low voice, "Can I go to your place?" Different from the laughing tone before, this question was heavy.

The relaxed atmosphere dissipated because of these words, and Mu Qingyang remembered the depressed eyes he saw when he was at Wen Cheng's house.

"Why?" Mu Qingyang's throat was a little dry, and he took the pure milk from Wencheng from the refrigerator.

"I'd like to see you."

Wen Cheng said softly.