Meet Allure

Wen Cheng had dreamed of killing himself countless times, and sometimes hoped that it would come true.

The reason why Wen Cheng was reluctant to tell Mu Qingyang about this was because he really cared about Mu Qingyang. He knew that Mu Qingyang would choose to leave in the face of trouble, and his past was trouble.He was also worried that Mu Qingyang would hate him as much as he hated himself, and the biggest obstacle preventing him from speaking was himself, he never wanted to face the past.

Even though Mu Qingyang made it clear in the parking lot that if he continued to conceal the situation, he would separate, he still thought that if he didn't talk about it, he wouldn't say anything.It wasn't until he called Mu Qingyang but couldn't get a response, checked the location and found that Mu Qingyang was not at home, but in a strange residential building. Then he started to panic, the strings in his brain snapped instantly, he didn't think about anything else, he could only Thinking that Mu Qingyang had really left, the only thought in his mind at that moment was that even if Mu Qingyang hated him, he would tie this person in his hands.

When Wen Cheng finished speaking, his throat was so dry that he couldn't hear the original voice, and his hands were tightly clutching Mu Qingyang's, probably waiting for Mu Qingyang's reaction, so he inadvertently increased his strength, and Mu Qingyang's hand moved at a visible speed. It was red, Mu Qingyang looked at it, and was a little speechless.

"Wencheng..."

Wencheng responded quickly, as nervous as when a teacher suddenly asked a question when he was a child, "Huh?"

Mu Qingyang freed his hand from Wen Cheng's torture, and quickly held it again. He propped up his body, put one hand on the bed, and leaned down to kiss Wen Cheng. Wen Cheng was obviously stunned. Qingyang smiled at him against Wencheng's lips, closed his eyes and lightly bit Wencheng's lips with his teeth, and only after Wencheng reacted and opened his mouth did Mu Qingyang stick out his tongue to linger with him .

A very gentle and long kiss.

"Understood?" After the kiss, Mu Qingyang stood above Wencheng, his breath was hot, and his words were serious and soft, "I don't know how to comfort you, but..."

Before Mu Qingyang finished speaking, Wen Cheng reached out and hugged Mu Qingyang tightly, like a person who has traveled through the desert for a long time to find water, with the peace of mind of having been redeemed after going through a long and difficult time, "As long as you are by my side, you will be Wen." The greatest consolation in the city."

Mu Qingyang was firmly pressed on his chest by Wen Cheng, and every word Wen Cheng said made his ears go numb.

Mushy.

But how should I put it... Mu Qingyang is willing to listen.

This is probably the unique skill of couple dogs, brazen or something.

The two stuck together for a while, and Wen Cheng suddenly laughed lowly, "So what? What should I do next?"

"Next," Mu Qingyang withdrew from Wen Cheng's arms, slept next to Wen Cheng, looked at Wen Cheng and said, "Good night."

Wen Cheng was stunned for a moment, and after regaining his senses, he lay down with Mu Qingyang, hugged Mu Qingyang with one hand, and said in a low voice, "Good night."

After thinking about it, Wen Cheng added another sentence: "I love you, Papa Wen."

"...Baby Mu who has a little emotion." Mu Qingyang said.

It was a beautiful Sunday. Mu Qingyang slept soundly and woke up naturally. The room was so dark that Mu Qingyang just woke up. He habitually reached out and searched for After searching for the mobile phone for a long time, I found nothing but the air. Finally, I could only sit up from the bed. When I opened my eyes, I realized that this was Wencheng’s room. Wencheng just confessed to him last night. Had an indescribable movement and, if he remembered correctly, his own pants were under the bed.

As a last resort, Mu Qingyang had no choice but to jump out of the bed wrapped in a quilt. After looking around, he couldn't find any ghosts, but in Wencheng outside, he heard the noise and pushed the door open. Mu Qingyang, who was naked and wrapped in a bed sheet In this way, he came face to face with the well-dressed Wencheng.

one second.

two seconds.

Wen Cheng: "Pfft."

Mu Qingyang: "Laughing fart."

Wen Cheng walked over and hugged Mu Qingyang's waist, and kissed Mu Qingyang's cheek, "Why didn't you call me when you woke up?"

"I'm really my father, I woke up and told you, do you have to get a baby bottle next?" Mu Qingyang pushed Wen Cheng away and sat back on the bed.

Wen Cheng smiled, took a set of casual clothes from the closet and threw them to Mu Qingyang, then walked towards the door and said as he walked: "I washed the clothes yesterday, your things are next to the bed. In the cabinet, I put toothbrushes and towels on the sink, you can use them directly."

Mu Qingyang's head protruded from his collar, and Wen Cheng had already reached the door, so he asked casually, "Why are you going?"

Wen Cheng paused, then turned to wink at Mu Qingyang, "Make breakfast for the baby."

"Waves." Mu Qingyang commented.

Wen Cheng smiled happily.

Wencheng prepared new toothbrushes and towels, and also prepared a mouthwash cup. I don’t know when Mu Qingyang bought it. It’s miraculously the same model as Wencheng’s, but the color is different. Wencheng’s thoughts are really It's too obvious.

In fact, Mu Qingyang doesn't admire this kind of naive couple style, but Wen Cheng is willing...so feel free.

After washing, Mu Qingyang put the toothbrush into the mouthwash cup, and placed it in front of the mirror with Wencheng's, and hung the towels on the towel rack together with Wencheng's, so that the two of them are under the same roof. It is very strong, and Mu Qingyang has mixed feelings.He is used to being alone, he has a separate room when he is at home, and he has never lived with anyone after he was away. This experience of having one more person squeezed together in this kind of life is very fresh, but it also hides uneasiness.

The white living room outside the room was flooded with morning sunlight, and Mu Qingyang, who had adapted to the dimness in the room, couldn't open his eyes for a moment, and his eyes still hurt after blinking a few times, so he could only rub them with his hands in the end. So he walked to the kitchen and sat down at the dining table. There was already a plate of boiled tea eggs on the table. Mu Qingyang took one and peeled it, and at the same time complained to the people in the kitchen: "Wencheng, your house is not good. Change your presbyopia sooner or later."

Wen Cheng came out with two bowls of mushroom soup, and sat down next to Mu Qingyang, "I have presbyopia and you help me not to panic, unless you also move here, then we need to change."

"Then you still have presbyopia, I will help you get a walking stick." Mu Qingyang didn't eat this set, and ate a tea egg.

Wen Cheng's spoon was stirred in the still steaming thick soup, propped his head to admire Mu Qingyang's eating, and said casually: "Mr. Warming the bed, the most important thing, this free one looks really good."

Facing Wen Cheng's last sentence, Mu Qingyang asked seriously: "Is it okay if I don't need a gift when I stay?"

"Okay," Wen Cheng squinted and smiled, "but don't leave your handsome boyfriend behind when you move."

Mu Qingyang narrowed his eyes, "Wen Duanzishou, aren't we poor enough? Let's talk about business."

Wen Cheng said vaguely with a spoon in his mouth, "Isn't this a business?"

"Wen Jianing," Mu Qingyang put the peeled egg into Wencheng's bowl. Wencheng stopped smiling when he heard the name, and Mu Qingyang raised his eyes to look directly at Wencheng, "How much money have you saved? Not enough If so, I'm here..."

Wen Cheng drank the thick soup in his mouth, twitched the corners of his mouth at Mu Qingyang, stroked the back of Mu Qingyang's hand, looked down at the egg in the bowl and said inexplicably: "In addition, Chu Mo borrowed That part, I have already saved enough."

Mu Qingyang suddenly understood, he silently peeled another egg, took a bite, the salty taste was just right, "It's delicious."

Wen Cheng smiled, "In the future..."

"Meet her." Mu Qingyang didn't wait for Wen Cheng to finish, and cut off directly, "Meet Wen Jianing, your sister."

Wen Cheng's smile froze just now, Mu Qingyang stepped forward and embraced his shoulders, leaned down and kissed Wen Cheng's eyes lightly, and hugged him with strong strength, his cold tone was slowed down by him, like a dose of A tranquilizer injected into the heart.

"What does Wencheng have now? He has a dark and rotten past, and a bright future."