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Wencheng began to prepare to send Wen Jianing to the UK for treatment. Human resources and materials are not a problem. The biggest problem is to contact Wen's parents and Wen's mother and obtain their consent.

Wen's father and Wen's mother had already changed their mobile phone numbers, and Wen Jianing gave Wen Cheng a new one. Wen Cheng was holding the note with his parents' mobile phone numbers on it, unable to distinguish emotions in his eyes.

There was a sound of opening the door behind him, Wen Cheng grabbed the note in his hand and turned around, meeting Mu Qingyang who had just taken a shower, Mu Qingyang sat down beside the bed with his towel on his head, Wen Cheng walked over Kneeling behind Mu Qingyang, put the ball of paper casually by the bed, took Mu Qingyang's towel, and wiped his hair.

Mu Qingyang simply let Wencheng wipe it, took the note and glanced at it, looked up from under the towel and met Wencheng's eyes, "Do you want to hit?"

"Hit." Wen Cheng forcefully pushed Mu Qingyang's head back.

"Call now." Mu Qingyang obediently settled his head, "I'm going to work tomorrow."

Wen Cheng didn't understand the relationship between the two, so he raised his eyebrows, "So?"

"I can't accompany you." Mu Qingyang said.

Wen Cheng laughed, but his actions became rough, messing up Mu Qingyang's half-dried hair, "It's so cute, baby."

Mu Qingyang was a little annoyed, and slapped Wen Cheng on the arm, grabbed the towel and wiped his hair, but Wen Cheng didn't continue to make trouble with him, and sat by the bed and said, "I haven't heard from them for eight years. "

"Before it's too late," Mu Qingyang pointed to the clock on the wall showing 08:30, "Call, I'll accompany you."

Wen Cheng looked at the floor and did not respond. Mu Qingyang turned over and took out Wen Cheng's mobile phone from the bed, entered the number on the note, put the mobile phone into Wen Cheng's hands, and leaned on Wen Cheng's shoulder and said, "Courage is a matter of courage." Son, it’s only useful if you work hard, the more you delay, the more powerless you will be.”

Wen Cheng took a deep breath, and deleted the numbers entered on the phone one by one. Mu Qingyang pursed his lips and remained silent, intending to turn over to sleep and leave Wen Cheng alone, but after Wen Cheng finished deleting the numbers he entered, After entering another series of numbers, Mu Qingyang was stunned, and Wen Cheng raised his head and smiled at him, "It's safer to find my mother."

"...All right." Mu Qingyang replied.

Wen Cheng sat cross-legged on the bed, dialed the phone, and pressed the speakerphone at Mu Qingyang's request. The bell rang slowly for more than 50 seconds. Just when the two thought they were going to hang up automatically, the The head answered the phone.

The female voice is carrying Fan Er, and a simple greeting can feel the rigorous and serious character of this person, "Hi, hello."

The mother who had not been in contact with her for eight years spoke in such a strange way, and Wen Cheng had mixed feelings in her heart, so she couldn't help being stunned. Mother Wen didn't hear the answer, so she asked repeatedly: "Hello, how are you? Can you hear me?"

"Hmm..." Wen Cheng's voice became hoarse for an instant, "Mom."

Mu Qingyang kept observing Wen Cheng's expression. Seeing this, he stretched out his hand to hold Wen Cheng's. The back of Wen Cheng's hand felt cold. When he looked down and saw Mu Qingyang's hand, he held it back and held it tightly.

Mama Wen was silent for a long time.

Wen Cheng felt that something was wrong, and quickly said: "Don't hang up, I came to you because of Jia Ning. I have contacts with foreign resources, and I can help Jia Ning perform surgery, and there is a certain chance that she will recover as before."

There was still silence on the other end, but the phone never hung up.

Wen Cheng and Mu Qingyang looked at each other, and Mu Qingyang comforted in a low voice: "It's okay."

Mu Qingyang probably treated him as a student. In fact, Wencheng is not as fragile as Mu Qingyang thought. Since confessing to Mu Qingyang, Wencheng has gradually let go of the guilt left by the past, but he is not very good at dealing with it. His familiar and unfamiliar relatives.

Wen Cheng didn't say anything, and rubbed his fingers on the back of Mu Qingyang's slightly cool hand, waiting quietly.

About a minute later, there was a choked sound from the phone, and the female voice said tremblingly, "You don't have to do this."

Perhaps because blood is thicker than water, Wen Cheng immediately understood the meaning of Wen Ma's words, and he calmly said to the phone: "I don't have to go back to that house, but Jia Ning's hand was caused by me, I just want to make up for it. This, you just treat me as my debt repayment."

Mother Wen took a big breath to calm down. After she calmed down a little, she said, "I will discuss it with your father. I will go back next week and we will meet and talk."

Wen Cheng tightened his grip on the phone, "Just talk on the phone if you have something to do."

"No," Wen's mother said firmly, "we will meet and talk."

Without waiting for Wen Cheng to refute anything, Mother Wen hung up the phone directly.

Mu Qingyang and Wen Cheng looked at each other, Mu Qingyang took out the hand held by Wen Cheng, stroked Wen Cheng's earlobe, and asked gently and with a smile: "Do you still need me to accompany you? Next week."

"No need." Wen Cheng held Mu Qingyang's mischievous hand, put the phone casually on the bedside, pressed it down, and said in a low voice, "But now you have to stay with me to the end."

When Mu Qingyang received the text message from Wencheng, he was arranging his textbooks and preparing for class. He had to put down the books he was holding and lifted his phone to check.

Sender: Baby Wen

Ready to meet them, do you have anything to say to me?

2016-05-2316: 46

This nickname was changed without authorization by Wen Cheng while looking through his phone. Mu Qingyang has been watching it for nearly a week, but every time he looks at it, his whole body goes numb, which is incredible.

The class time is approaching, Mu Qingyang replied quickly.

Recipient: Baby Wen

Remember to come and pick me up.

2016-05-2316: 48

Wencheng had probably been guarding his phone all the time, so it was almost a second.

Sender: Baby Wen

To order——(づ￣3￣)づ╭——

2016-05-2316: 49

Mu Qingyang put away his mobile phone and left the office with his textbooks in his arms.

As soon as Wen Cheng finished sending the message, the door of the box was opened by the waiter, and Wen Cheng casually put the phone on the table and stood up.The waiter turned sideways, and Mama Wen's face with light makeup appeared in Wencheng's field of vision. It should be due to proper maintenance. Mama Wen looked the same as she did eight years ago.

On the other hand, Mama Wen almost didn't recognize Wen Cheng, she was taken aback, and asked uncertainly, "Wen Cheng?"

"Yes," Wen Cheng gave the waiter a wink, the waiter nodded, closed the door and left, Wen Cheng pulled a chair for Wen Ma, "He didn't come?"

Mama Wen sat down uncomfortably, with an awkward expression, as if facing a stranger's unfamiliarity: "You know his temper."

Wen Cheng pursed his lips, sat down opposite Mama Wen, and smiled at Mama Wen's reluctance to look at him, "Eat it, it will be cold if you don't eat it."

"I..." Mama Wen looked at the delicious dishes, shook the chopsticks in her hand and put them down again, "Forget it, I won't eat." Mama Wen folded her hands in front of her, and finally she was willing to face Wen Cheng looked at him with a complicated look, "Now you..."

"I work as a translator in a publishing house." Wen Cheng replied quickly.

Mama Wen was startled, and nodded in a daze: "Oh." After a pause, she tried to speak again: "Then..."

Wen Cheng suddenly understood what Wen's mother wanted to ask, disappointment flashed in his eyes inadvertently, and he laughed almost self-deprecatingly: "It's the same as before."

As before, he still likes men, still not normal.

Mama Wen's complexion was not very good. I don't know if it was because her thoughts were seen through or because of Wen Cheng's answer.

Seeing that Mama Wen had no plans to eat, Wen Cheng also put down his chopsticks, put his hands on the dining table, and said indifferently to strangers: "Since you have no plans to eat, let's talk about Jia Ning directly. "

Mother Wen hesitated to speak, but finally nodded.

"A medical university in the UK is doing related research. As long as the funds are sufficient, they can perform this operation for Jia Ning. I have prepared the money. As long as you are willing, you can take her to the UK for treatment at any time," Wen Cheng said. Averting his eyes from Wen's mother, he lowered his eyes and said, "If you are worried, you can also follow, if...he can bear me."

"That's it. You and I have discussed it with Dad. We all wish Jia Ning well. Since you can do it, we naturally agree..." Mother Wen didn't finish speaking, Wen Cheng nodded, and he already had an idea. The meaning of leaving, "That's good, you guys have a good time to inform me, I'm ready at any time."

Seeing that Wen Cheng had gotten up, Mother Wen hurriedly called him back, her voice trembling: "Cheng, it's been eight years. No matter how stubborn your father is, his heart should be softened. As long as you admit your mistakes to him and correct yourself...we will still A home."

Wen Cheng, who had his back to Mama Wen, laughed when he heard this. He turned around and looked at Mama Wen's reddish eyes, and asked amusedly, "What did I do wrong?"

Seeing Wen Cheng's attitude towards the enemy, Wen's mother was also a little more annoyed. She patted the table and stood up. She didn't know whether she was too angry or too sad. The hand hanging by her side trembled slightly. He asked sharply: "Go and ask, how many people like you are there in China? Eight out of ten died of AIDS! Isn't this a disease? Eight years, Wencheng, touch your conscience , you are a piece of meat on my body, you can't understand my mother? Eight years, you still can't figure it out? "

Wen Cheng was silent, Wen's mother stepped forward and grabbed Wen Cheng's arm, looked up at Wen Cheng and said, "Mom knows some good psychologists, if you want, we can try..."

Wen Cheng closed his eyes, raised his hand and brushed off Mama Wen's hand on his arm, took a step back and looked into Mama Wen's eyes, and said indifferently, "My current partner is a man."

The figure of Wen's mother swayed in place, and there was no disturbance in Wen Cheng's eyes. It seemed that the person standing in front of him was not his mother, but a stranger who had nothing to do with him. He said calmly: "I live now. The house is 120 square meters. We get up at [-]:[-] every day and wash together in the bathroom of my room. If there is time, I will make breakfast for him. If it is too late, we will buy food at the breakfast stand.

"I will probably make a phone call at noon, and I will pick him up after work in the afternoon. If it is too late, he will wait for me on the side of the road with a drink, and force me to sit in the co-pilot with the reason that I want a drink. There is not enough food at home. If you have to go around to the mall to buy, if you have any, go home directly, I cook, he washes the dishes, choose a movie after eating, take a shower and sleep after watching."

Mama Wen looked at Wencheng with a complicated expression. Wencheng took a light breath and said with a smile, "I already have a family, so I appreciate your kindness." After finishing speaking, Wencheng bypassed Mama Wen and walked towards the door. The moment Mom opened the door in Wencheng, she called out the word Wen□□, Wencheng paused, but left without stopping.