Meet Allure

Ever since Mu Qingyang threw Liang Jie in the suburbs, Liang Jie never looked for him again, and Mu Qingyang lived comfortably for half a month.

His birthday is coming soon, Liu Qiqi wants to hold a birthday party for him, any celebration is polite, the essential purpose is of course purely for Yinglu's popularity.

Mu Qingyang refused.

The reason for his refusal was: too tired.

President: [smirk] Have you thought about the world of two people?

Jiangbei Little Water Turtle: That's right.

President: ... (gritting teeth)

President: All right, if you don’t do it, then don’t do it. Remember to find me when you’re bored.

Jiangbei Little Water Turtle: Certainly.

After closing the computer, Mu Qingyang nestled himself on the sofa and chose a movie to watch.

This sofa is no longer Wen Cheng's original sofa. He and Wen Cheng bought it again. The sofa is a very comfortable dark blue color. The softness of the sofa is not comparable to that of ordinary sofas. The sofa, the whole person is almost paralyzed into mud.

Mu Qingyang felt that it was especially suitable for a high-risk occupation like his, which is very likely to suffer from cervical spondylitis.

The time gradually moved towards twelve o'clock, Mu Qingyang figured that at this time, he could call and order takeaway. As soon as the mobile phone was in his hand, there was a movement from the direction of the door. Mu Qingyang paused to watch the movie, and Wen Cheng opened the door , came in dragging his suitcase.

In order to watch a movie, Mu Qingyang closed the curtains in the living room and did not turn on the lights. Wen Cheng’s back was facing the light source. He squinted his eyes but couldn’t see Wen Cheng’s face, so he could only ask aloud: “Come back today Why didn't you call me?"

Wen Cheng's forward figure paused, "I forgot."

Mu Qingyang heard the hoarseness in Wencheng's voice, and before he had time to get up to check something, Wencheng threw away the suitcase, and a tall man of more than 1.8 meters jumped right at Mu Qingyang, and the sofa softly held the two of them together. Personally wrapped, two warm bodies pressed together, Wen Cheng's light breath pierced the skin close to him like thorns.Mu Qingyang froze at first, then hesitantly put his hands on Wen Cheng's back and hugged him.

Mu Qingyang could probably guess what was going on, so he didn't say anything, except that Wen Cheng's weight made him feel a little uncomfortable, so he hugged him quietly for a while.

He feels that Wencheng is like a giant dog, the kind that clings to its master, its body is warm, and the hair buried on his shoulders is long and soft, and he can feel the tickle when he moves occasionally.

Until Mu Qingyang noticed the wetness on his shoulders.

Mu Qingyang recalled that when he first met Wencheng, he had thorns everywhere, which was impeccable and annoying; but the longer he got along with him, the more he could feel the softness of those thorns, like a child who couldn't bear to cry, it was annoying. Distressed.

Mu Qingyang's fingers on Wen Cheng's back were slightly retracted and stretched out, showing that the entanglement in his master's heart had passed only for a moment, and the extended hand gently patted Wen Cheng's back, with a sense of comfort.

He wanted to say something, but didn't know what he could say.

Mu Qingyang's mind is now full of thoughts: how to soothe the child when he cries, urgency, online, etc.

After hugging for a long time, Mu Qingyang also took pictures for a long time, but Wencheng still didn't move. Mu Qingyang suspected that he was asleep, and turned his head to look at Wencheng, but his chin was blocked by Wencheng's ears.

"Sleeping?" Mu Qingyang asked in a low voice.

Wen Cheng answered sullenly in his shoulder socket, shaking from his shoulder socket to his heart, "No."

After finishing speaking, Wen Cheng, like a cat just waking up, rubbed his head against the side of Mu Qingyang's face a few times with laziness, turned his head to look at Mu Qingyang, his breath fell on Mu Qingyang's neck superior.

"Jia Ning's operation failed." Wen Cheng said in a calm tone. Mu Qingyang thought there would be a follow-up, but after Wen Cheng finished speaking, he didn't seem to want to continue talking for more than a minute, so he spoke from his throat. There was a "hmm" in response.

Mu Qingyang knew the significance of this operation to Wencheng. It seemed that only when Wen Jianing's hand was healed could he have a reason to forgive his past self. This was the pillar that supported Wencheng for a long time, but now it suddenly collapsed. It fell on him instantly.

What can he say?He didn't participate in Wencheng's past at all, and he couldn't fully promise that he could accompany Wencheng in the future.I can only hold this person in my arms now, be careful and gentle, and not let other people disturb me.

Chu Mo's handover work is almost done. The publishing house here directly threw it to Wencheng, and went back to the headquarters to become his vice president. Wencheng was honored to be promoted, and this position was promoted without any objection. The old people know Wencheng has been with Chu Mo for a long time, and the newcomers all know how outstanding Wencheng's achievements are.

The promotion must be celebrated, and the proprietress specially reserved a box in "Qing Cheng Se", and Wen Cheng just took this opportunity to bring Mu Qingyang to meet them.

Coming to "Alluring Colors" again, Mu Qingyang's mentality is very different from before. The men's clothing that Wencheng wears this time, but under this carnival of messy lights, who would notice the two men in the dark?

Wen Cheng lightly shook Mu Qingyang's hand, interlocking his fingers.

Crossing the dance floor, the waiter led them to the door of the box. Before the waiter left, Wen Cheng asked casually, "How many people are here?"

The waiter shook his head with a green face: "Just the lady boss."

Wen Cheng got a point, nodded and said: "Okay, let's go."

The waiter Hanshou went back to do his own business.

Mu Qingyang knew that Wen Cheng would not ask this for no reason, so he glanced at him, "Why?"

"It's nothing." Wen Cheng lowered his eyes and smiled, and raised their hands, "a little...proud."

Obviously it is the same person, his smile is different from before and now, and his smile and sadness are also different.Mu Qingyang somehow recalled how this person was crying silently on top of him a week ago. They didn't say anything that night, and even fell asleep on the sofa like this. When he woke up the next day, Wencheng had already prepared breakfast. She smiled at him as if nothing had happened.

Wen Cheng's eyes have a kind of deceptive magic power.Just picking him up lightly is enough to make people think about it for a while. In addition to his own charm, the mole under his eyes also gives a great bonus to his ability, as if this person is a heartless goblin.

Yet he knew it wasn't.

Mu Qingyang stretched out his other hand, and gently caressed Wen Cheng's face. The ring felt cold to the touch, similar to the temperature of Mu Qingyang's palm.He rubbed Wen Cheng's cheek twice with his thumb, and finally covered the mole.

Wen Cheng's expression was puzzled, but he didn't have any speculation, and even enjoyed it, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Mu Qingyang smiled, retracted his hand, imitating Wen Cheng's words, "I'm a little proud."

Fortunately, there was no one in the corridor. If multiple viewers saw this scene, they would probably want to pick up the trash can next to them and smash the two people to death—it's so disgusting!

The two walked into the box, Mu Qingyang naturally took his hand out of Wen Cheng's hand, and stretched out his hand to the woman who stood up from the sofa: "Mu Qingyang."

The woman glanced at Wencheng flirtatiously, and held Mu Qingyang's hand with a smile that was not a smile, and opened her mouth with bright red lips: "Boss lady."

Of course, Mu Qingyang knew that she was the proprietress here. Seeing that she didn't intend to continue to say anything, doubts turned in her eyes, and the proprietress said empathetically: "The original name is not good, just call me the proprietress, they are all like this."

"...OK." Mu Qingyang nodded in agreement.

Wen Cheng pulled his men back and sat on the sofa together, "It's almost enough."

The proprietress sat down at the table opposite them, and took a big breath exaggeratedly, "Yo, Wenmei is quite protective of cubs, what's the matter, are you afraid that I won't succeed if I eat your baby?"

"Hehe." Wen Cheng didn't bother to talk to her, picked up a dice from the table and threw it over, the proprietress almost caught it, Wen Cheng stopped looking at her, and asked Mu Qingyang instead, "What do you want to drink, baby?"

Mu Qingyang looked up at the box.

This box is quite big, near the door is the sofa they are sitting on, forming a circle around the long black table, and further away is a small bar counter, with various wines neatly arranged on the shelves behind the counter.

But apart from the three of them, there was no one else in this box.

There was a glass of wine in front of the proprietress, and Mu Qingyang guessed that she should have mixed it herself.

So, looking back at Wen Cheng, Mu Qingyang smiled, "You tune?"

"Of course he tunes it." It was the proprietress who returned to Mu Qingyang. She picked up her wine glass and shook it carefully in her hand, and inadvertently raised her eyes to give Mu Qingyang a wink. ...I can't wait to force him to do a show at the bar—on the premise that he is a woman."

The proprietress's words contained a lot of information, at least Mu Qingyang knew her sexual orientation, and just smiled gently at her words, without any meaning in the smile, and then turned to look at Wen Cheng: "Do whatever you want."

Seeing this, the proprietress looked up to the sky and sighed, "When will Lu Ran come—is he on his way to death?"

Wen Cheng, who had just walked into the bar, glanced at the door of the box, smiled, "Here we come." Then he ignored it and turned around to pick a drink.

Two seconds after Wencheng's words fell, a handsome man in a white suit pushed the door in. The smile on his face was pleasing to the eye, but no matter how you looked at it, there was always a sense of scheming.

Mu Qingyang recognized him the first time he saw him, and narrowed his eyes slightly.Lu Ran looked over at the same time, and Mu Qingyang stretched out his hand like a gentleman, "Lu Ran."

Mu Qingyang shook it politely, "Mu Qingyang."

The man behind Lu Ran is slightly taller, his facial features are deeper than ordinary people, and his indifference is appropriate. He will neither make people feel frivolous nor hostile. He may have seen that Mu Qingyang's perfunctory handshake was just pointing He nodded and introduced himself, "Chu Mo."

Lu Ran sat down next to Mu Qingyang, and asked amusedly, "Do you still remember me, handsome guy?"

No matter who meets a handsome guy at the door of the toilet and tells you that the smoking posture is very handsome and wants to be a teacher, the impression of that handsome guy should be unforgettable.The corner of Mu Qingyang's mouth twitched, "It's very unforgettable."

Lu Ran wanted to say something more, but the proprietress didn't give him a chance, she kicked the table, and a corner of the table was pressed on Lu Ran's stomach, Lu Ran glared at the proprietress, and the proprietress smiled: "Why are you late again? This time Why are you dragging brother Chu Mo?"

Speaking of this, Lu Ran's anger was swept away and became deeper, "This time..."

Before he finished speaking, Chu Mo, who was sitting next to the proprietress, patted the table again. The table was even more tilted, and Lu Ran almost spit out a mouthful of blood. Mu Qingyang stayed away silently, uninvolved.

Lu Ran looked weak like Lin Daiyu and said: "If you have a beautiful woman, you will forget the bamboo horse, and you will forget your friends when you see sex, and you will forget your friends when you see sex."

"Shut your mouth." Chu Mo grinned slightly, the corners of his mouth raised in a shallow arc, "Unless you want to run home?"

Chu Mo's whole body was covered with the conspiracy of "If you talk too much, I'll tie you to my car and make you have to run." Lu Ran laughed dryly and retreated into the sofa.

Wen Cheng mixed wine for Mu Qingyang, and a glass of light blue and white cocktail was placed in front of Mu Qingyang. Mu Qingyang glanced at it, then raised his head slightly, "What is this?"

"Does it look good?" Wen Cheng naturally sat down next to Mu Qingyang, and briefly explained the ingredients in it to Mu Qingyang, "The degree is not high."

The topic on the other end didn't know when to stop, the proprietress sighed with a look of embarrassment, covered her eyes, "spicy eyes."

Lu Ran raised the corners of his lips, looked sideways at Wen Cheng and joked, "Come on, this is someone's promotion drink, why don't you give me a little bit of pride?"

It was also rare for Chu Mo to have a smile that contained no other meaning.

The people of Wencheng have grown from surly to sharp, and now they have gradually settled down to become mature, stable, and even gentle.

Chu Mo witnessed everything.

He is not a philanthropist, but he did his best for this man.The teaching of youth, after-treatment, work arrangement, study supervision, sister's operation... Even the car and house are prepared for him.

At first it was because of Lu Ran.

Chu Mo looked at Lu Ran.

Lu Ran didn't look at him, his eyes fell on Wen Cheng's face, with a smile in his eyes, the smile was too long, obviously deliberate.Chu Mo grew up with Lu Ran and knew him very well. He knew that Lu Ran knew he was looking at him, but Lu Ran chose to avoid him.

Many things flashed by, and the last thing left in my mind was Lu Ran's humble plea.

He agreed. When he first saw Wencheng, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he was very thin and beautiful. Chu Mo hated it to the end.He didn't have many conversations with Wencheng, and Lu Ran's original intention was not to ask Chu Mo to be a guide, but to be a protector who could ensure the safety of Wencheng.

He only started to care after the car accident in Wencheng, and Wencheng became more and more out of control.The learning materials he gave to Wencheng, Wencheng can accept new materials as quickly as possible, which made Chu Mo look a little sideways, remembering that he was still a top student before dropping out of school.He never thought that Wencheng would use this advantage to torture a person.

It was a rainy day when Chen Qi woke up, curled up on the bed with nervous cramps, the wound was split open, and he couldn't even breathe smoothly after seeing the blood, if the doctor hadn't arrived in time.He would probably suffocate to death.Chu Mo asked a psychiatrist to check it out. The psychiatrist tentatively asked Chen Qi if he wanted Wencheng to be punished. Chen Qi trembled all over, as if he had been thrown into an ice cellar suddenly, and his teeth chattered.

do not.

Chen Qi only said one word back and forth, begging, don't.

It was a boy in his early teens who could make a rogue who was used to seeing blood into this.

The reason why Chu Mo looked sideways at Wen Cheng was not only his amazing learning talent, but also his only gentleness towards his sister.So he used this to seduce Wencheng.Wen Cheng, who had taken revenge on Chen Qi, was willing to study hard, but the smell of blood still lingered on his body. Chu Mo would not touch it if he could not touch it, and when he touched it, he had a cold and mocking face.

Wencheng was desperate, Chu Mo asked him to learn English and French, and only gave Wencheng a place to live, and Wencheng had to solve the rest by himself.Wen Cheng still had a lot of money from gambling on hand, and it took him another month to find a job as a cashier, so his livelihood was not a problem.He eats, sleeps, works and studies every day, and he has achieved results after two years.

However, Chu Mo did not arrange for Wencheng to be an interpreter from the beginning, but only let Wencheng run errands at the bottom of the publishing house, without giving any explanation to anyone. Wencheng was so exhausted every day that he didn't have much money.It's not that Wencheng has no temper, he doesn't quarrel with Chu Mo, Chu Mo has his sister, but those old people who only pick newcomers to squeeze, Wencheng is not very polite, what should they do, and a lot of troubles.

He didn't give Wencheng anything, and he never talked about selfishness in his work. Wencheng's promotion was a matter of course. He just provided Wencheng with the conditions that Wencheng should have. Approved position came up.

well.

Lu Ran made the right bet, he has no time to invest.

Turning back his thoughts, Chu Mo took the initiative to take the cards from the coffee table and shuffled them in his hands, looked up at Wencheng, and asked lightly, "What are you playing, and how much are you betting?" There was undisguised appreciation and approval in his eyes.

Wen Cheng knew what Chu Mo meant, so he just smiled, "I can do it, you can do whatever you want."

The proprietress wanted to play Four Players Fighting the Landlord, and everyone else agreed.

Everyone is smart, and it's fun to play. Mu Qingyang looks like a gentleman, but in the end he was the best. In a game of Fighting the Landlords, Mu Qingyang sits in the manor, and the crowd in Wencheng wins.

Lu Ran slapped the face of the card angrily, Wen Cheng shrugged his shoulders, smiled like a goblin with his eyes narrowed, put his arms around Mu Qingyang and kissed him on the face: "My baby is awesome."

Mu Qingyang was as calm as before, the proprietress couldn't bear to look directly at her: "Damn it, Wencheng, your face is really big and thick."

Chu Mo smiled and drank a glass of penalty wine with Lu Ran and the proprietress, and threw 100 yuan to Mu Qingyang.

Mu Qingyang didn't put the money in his pocket, but simply held it down with a wine glass.

The proprietress couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips.What Mu Qingyang meant was that he felt that he would lose sooner or later, so he asked for convenience.

Chu Mo asked for a rest in the next game, Mu Qingyang subconsciously glanced at him, Chu Mo's eyes collided with him, and after a short glance, both of them understood each other's meaning - Chu Mo wanted to observe Mu Qingyang's routine rules, Mu Qingyang Ching Yang expressed welcome to come and see.

Wen Cheng took Chu Mo's place, and Mu Qingyang still won this game.

Lu Ran fined the wine and gave the money, so he simply threw the pot at Wen Cheng, "Did you let it go on purpose?"

Wen Cheng also drank a glass of wine, and the cards in his hand were spread on the table to prove his innocence, but his eyes were full of evil spirits, and he took out a hundred and put it under Mu Qingyang's cup. It's clear that you did a good job of serving me, so I'll give you a little tip.

Mu Qingyang has no pressure to play these games.In junior high school, among other things, he spent most of his time sitting in the back row playing cards with a few people.

In the next game, Chu Mo came on, Wen Cheng stepped back and looked at his boyfriend's cards.

Chu Mo took the manor and won.

Mu Qingyang smiled slightly.

Interesting.

In the next round, Mu Qingyang won and lost. After Chu Mo figured out his routine, he had a tacit understanding with Lu Ran and the proprietress. If Mu Qingyang was in the manor, it would be difficult to win.So after a few rounds, Mu Qingyang lost mostly. After a few rounds of drinking, Mu Qingyang was almost drunk, his expression was as usual, but his eyes were obviously hard to focus, Lu Ran looked interesting, and asked tentatively: "Brother Qingyang, are you still drunk?" How many cards are there?"

Mu Qingyang glanced at the cards calmly, and calmly explained everything about the cards in his hand.

Lu Ran was overjoyed, the proprietress just laughed out loud, even Chu Mo couldn't help laughing, the three of them simply spread out the cards that were half played, Wen Cheng was helpless, Mu Qingyang was still holding the cards to watch, he took the man into his arms, Taking down the cards in Mu Qingyang's hand, he kissed him lightly on the forehead.

"Take a break, I'll play."

Mu Qingyang nodded, changed places with Wen Cheng, leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.If it were normal, Mu Qingyang would definitely push away Wen Cheng's indifference, but now he is so docile and heart-warming.

The three onlookers kept silent tacitly.

No one has ever seen Wen Cheng like this, but it is not surprising at all. On the contrary, it is more like what he should have been like, but after all, God returned this side to him.

A group of people changed from playing cards to playing dice, and Mu Qingyang changed from closing his eyes to resting his mind to falling asleep. Finally, he was woken up by the sound of dice colliding in the dice cup. The alcohol had faded by half, and he opened his eyes and sat opposite The proprietress was pressing the dice cup, and when she raised her eyes, she bumped into the half-awake Mu Qingyang, so she smiled and winked at Wen Cheng.

Wen Cheng was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly reacted and turned to look at Mu Qingyang. The smile only bloomed the moment he saw Mu Qingyang, "Are you awake? Are you dizzy?"

"A little bit." Mu Qingyang answered truthfully, glanced at the table, the money he had won from fighting the landlord with them before was running out, and then asked casually what he was playing.

It was the proprietress who answered Mu Qingyang, she raised her chin at the dice cup in front of Wen Cheng, "Guess the number."

On the opposite side, Wen Cheng completely forgot that he was still in the game, and asked Mu Qingyang very considerately: "Do you want to go home? You slept for an hour."

"Okay." Mu Qingyang nodded in response to Wen Cheng, then sat up straight, took over the dice cup in front of Wen Cheng, and asked, "Have you guessed it?"

This posture.Wen Cheng lay down on the sofa with peace of mind, "Not yet. This game is five hundred."

Mu Qingyang glanced at Wen Cheng with the eyes of "you prodigal bitch", and then looked at the proprietress, "Come on."

"It's not fair." After getting to know Mu Qingyang before, several people have almost figured out Mu Qingyang's character. To put it simply, it means "don't do things that you are not sure of." He spoke for the proprietress without hesitation, "There is no one who can stand in for someone halfway."

Mu Qingyang smiled modestly, "Today is to celebrate promotion, let him order."

Wen Cheng smiled, and the proprietress said in a sour tone, "Anyone is fine, please hurry up, and go home after playing, I don't bother to look at you."

Even Mu Qingyang couldn't help being happy now, the dice cup swung around in his hand, and finally pressed it on the table, Wen Cheng saw that four of the five dice were six points.

According to the luck and habits of the proprietress, there will be no six in her place. Wen Cheng thought for a while and said, "Five six."

The proprietress really has a six here.That is to say, unless Mu Qingyang rolls five sixes, she can't win.Anyway, both left and right are losers, she might as well take the risk, the proprietress gritted her teeth slightly: "Six six."

Wen Cheng raised his eyebrows, "Open."

Naturally, Wencheng won.

The proprietress said that if she has nothing to do in the future, she will be a guest in the "City That Never Sleeps", and the fee will be doubled.

Mu Qingyang expressed his gratitude without changing his face.

Chu Mo and Mu Qingyang shook hands again, and said amusedly, "Sit together again when we have a chance."

Mu Qingyang agreed, and Lu Ran also came up to add: "You are quite interesting."

"You too." Wen Cheng answered for Mu Qingyang, put one hand on Mu Qingyang's shoulders, and took him away from Chu Mo and Lu Ran's contact range. Lu Ran muttered dissatisfiedly, "Stingy ghost with white eyes."

Wen Cheng pushed Mu Qingyang out of the box first, and laughed it off instead of answering Lu Ran's words.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, everyone on the dance floor was exhausted, and the atmosphere in "City That Never Sleeps" was naturally not as high as the previous two hours. Only a small number of people danced wildly on the dance floor, and most of them chose to sit down in a corner to taste wine chat.

Mu Qingyang and Wen Cheng walked across the bar side by side, but Wen Cheng was suddenly grabbed by someone, Wen Cheng broke free almost subconsciously, and slapped that hand unceremoniously, Mu Qingyang looked sideways, the man was Taking a few steps forward, her face was flushed, her eyes were blurred, she was wearing a slightly disheveled suit, she pointed at Wen Cheng with her tongue out and said, "You...you still look so good-looking after you cut your hair."

Wen Cheng: "..."

Mu Qingyang looked at the person beside him and raised his eyebrows.

This person probably recognized Wen Cheng as the "Queen", but he didn't know that Wen Cheng was a man, and he was quite drunk, so he thought Wen Cheng had cut his hair.

The man wanted to reach out to touch Wen Cheng's face, but Mu Qingyang quickly blocked it, and at the same time brought Wen Cheng behind him.

"You..." The man stabilized his figure and glared at Mu Qingyang angrily, "Which onion are you...?"

The smell of alcohol on the man made Mu Qingyang uncomfortable, he took a step back, without saying a word to express his disgust, he said calmly and domineeringly: "I'm not some onion, I'm his boyfriend."

"Fart..." The man is probably Wencheng's fanboy, "Fart!"

Before the words finished, the man punched Mu Qingyang. Wen Cheng, who was standing behind Mu Qingyang, stood up and grabbed the man's wrist. While turning around, he kissed Mu Qingyang. The process took less than a second, but before The man's super loud voice has already attracted a lot of attention, and Wen Cheng's move made a group of people cover their mouths in shock. When Wen Cheng turned his head and looked up, the man was already in a daze. Wen Cheng's eyes were frozen, and he said in a low voice: .”

The bartender came late, knowing that Wen Cheng was an acquaintance of the proprietress, he apologized embarrassingly, and took the man away.

Before Wen Cheng had time to change his expression, Mu Qingyang twisted the back of Wen Cheng's hand, expressionless, "Are you happy?"

Mu Qingyang saw through his thoughts, and Mu Qingyang didn't mean to blame, so Wen Cheng took the opportunity to behave cheaply, "Super happy."

How proud he is that his boyfriend is so handsome.When Mu Qingyang pulled Wen Cheng back and told the man "I am his boyfriend", Wen Cheng had only one thought - to kiss him.Tell those who don't know them, this is my love.In the dim lights of the "City That Never Sleeps", among all kinds of people, it is abnormal but safe for two men to kiss each other.

In a shadow, there was a low "click" sound, which was hidden in the crowd.