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The day before Mu Qingyang's birthday, he received a call from Liang Jie.They hadn't contacted for nearly a month, and Mu Qingyang almost couldn't remember this person, so that when he saw the note on the phone, he was stunned for a while.

Liang Jie was very self-aware. As soon as the phone was connected, she joked, "What's the matter, I haven't talked to you for a long time, and you almost forgot about me?"

Wen Cheng was currently typing in the study, and Mu Qingyang was pouring water in the kitchen with the phone in his hand. Hearing Liang Jie's words, he smiled, "Almost."

"It seems that you have been doing well recently," Liang Jie deliberately lowered her voice, and asked ambiguously, "Don't you miss me?"

In Wencheng and his home, Wencheng was not far away from him, upon hearing these words with serious implications, Mu Qingyang felt a sense of nausea and an inexplicable sense of betrayal.If this is the purpose of Liang Jie's call, then she has succeeded.

Mu Qingyang frowned, and tightened his grip on the phone, "I advise you not to make such a disgusting joke."

"Hi," Liang Jie didn't care about Mu Qingyang's cold tone, "I've given you a month, haven't you figured it out yet?"

Mu Qingyang took a deep breath and said with a smile: "It has always been clear that it will never be possible for you."

Liang Jie laughed happily on the other end, "All right, then I wish you a happy birthday."

Liang Jie didn't bother anymore, and hung up the phone directly.Mu Qingyang took a sip of cold water and watched the time on the phone change from 23:59 to 00:00.

annoying.

He originally thought that Liang Jie had been dealt with, but he didn't expect that she would still be attached to her.The sense of pride in her tone made him uncomfortable.

Mu Qingyang resisted the uneasiness in his heart, and tapped the table twice with his fingertips. After finishing the glass of cold water, he poured another glass, and took it to Wen Cheng in the study as if nothing had happened.

At the same time, Liang Jie was happily humming a song, carefully putting photos one by one into the album.

For the shepherd family, there are many important days in a year, the most important of which is the birthday of the two sons.

Wen Chengsheng is the editor-in-chief. During the day, there are many things to be handed over and sorted out. At the same time, he doesn’t want to put down the resources in his hands, so he spends the evening time rushing to draft. Recently, staying up all night has become commonplace for Wencheng.Mu Qingyang originally wanted to work with him, so he took a notebook and sat next to him to modify the courseware, but he couldn't hold on for long, and fell asleep in the chair around two o'clock.

Wen Cheng looked funny, but his heart was indescribably soft, so he was reluctant to wake him up, leaving him to sleep soundly by his side, and his typing on the keyboard slowed down a lot.

Mu Qingyang's cell phone rang at six o'clock in the morning, startling both of them at the same time.Wen Cheng stopped working to get the phone, Mu Qingyang yawned in the chair, and took the phone in a daze.

It's the shepherd.

"Yangyang, are you awake? Get up soon, Mommy will make longevity noodles for you." The mother-in-law said, without giving Mu Qingyang a chance to speak, she hurriedly said, "There is still Chengcheng, Chengcheng It's okay today, invite him to come to the house to celebrate his birthday together, and it will be more lively."

"Okay, got it," Mu Qingyang said hoarsely, "Let's go together."

Regardless of the mother-in-law, Wencheng is also going to go, and she has already asked for a day off for this.Although he is the editor-in-chief, Wencheng is the most serious and hardworking one in the publishing house. His workload makes people feel flustered, and many people are relieved to be able to ask for a day off-they feel that the editor-in-chief will not take a rest for a while. Sudden death in front of the computer.

Seeing that Mu Qingyang hung up the phone, Wen Cheng leaned over and kissed the man on the forehead, Mu Qingyang narrowed his eyes subconsciously, and made Wen Cheng's face cute.

"Good morning, baby," Wen Cheng put his hands on Mu Qingyang's chair and said with a smile, "Happy birthday."

Mu Qingyang's sanity gradually recovered, he realized that Wen Cheng didn't call him when he fell asleep last night, he was a little tempered, and pushed Wen Cheng's chest, "Die."

Following Mu Qingyang's strength, Wen Cheng leaned on the computer desk and laughed, "Don't be angry, pack up and go home to see mom."

"See your mother." Mu Qingyang wiped his face, got up and left the study, and was about to wash up in the bathroom.

"Hey," Wen Cheng said poorly, "See our mother."

Mu Qingyang squeezed the toothpaste on the toothbrush, and finally said, "Shameless."

Wen Cheng stopped teasing him, and stood next to Mu Qingyang and took his own toothbrush to wash up.

Wencheng was not sleepy, but Mu Qingyang did not agree to let him drive, Wencheng was willing to sit in the co-pilot, and the two tacitly took off the ring and put it in the small slot in the car.

Mu Qingyang and Wen Cheng entered Mu's house one after the other, and the shepherd's mother was still busy in the kitchen. When she saw Wen Cheng, she greeted Wen Cheng, "Chengcheng didn't have breakfast, I'm ready to put it on the table. Let's do it."

"Hey," Wen Cheng walked over and kissed the shepherd mother on the cheek, "Thank you, auntie."

The shepherd trembled with joy, and pushed Wencheng out of the kitchen with one hand. On her left wrist was the white jade bracelet that Wencheng gave her. The shepherd was busy with housework every day, but the jade bracelet was still kept clean. From this detail, it can be seen how much she cherishes this gift. .Wen Cheng smiled, sat down on the table and ate the porridge that was already served.

Mu Qingyang sat down beside him, propped his chin to watch Wen Cheng eat porridge.

Soon, the shepherd brought up Mu Qingyang's longevity noodles, and Wen Cheng ate the last mouthful of the porridge. The shepherd sat down opposite the two, and urged Mu Qingyang expectantly: "Try to see if there is any difference in mother's cooking skills." Grow."

It was Wen Cheng who answered the conversation. He followed Mu Qingyang's example and looked at Mu Qingyang with his chin propped up. Then he smiled and glanced at Mumu, "Auntie's craftsmanship smells delicious."

"Hmm!" The shepherd snorted proudly, "Every year I do it for Yangyang Yueyue, and they still don't like it."

Mu Qingyang hadn't eaten the noodles yet, so he couldn't help talking: "Okay, mom, I know you're good at cooking."

"Look at this attitude," the shepherd mother said coquettishly, then suddenly thought of something, and looked at Wen Cheng, "When is Chengcheng's birthday, auntie will make it for you too, you won't be disgusted with it, right?"

Wen Cheng quickly withdrew his hand on his chin, sat upright and looked at the shepherd mother, and smiled obediently, "How could that be?"

It's too late to be envious, how dare to dislike it.

Mu Qingyang is not very lively, and there are not many people on birthdays. In the past, the whole family celebrated together. Today, there is an extra Wencheng, and Mu Mu is very happy. One more is also a lot. Started planning dinner tonight, and cake.

Mu Qingyue was still in class and didn't come back, and Mu's father would not come back until evening, Mu Qingyang had nothing to do, so went to Mu Qingyue's room to play on the computer.Wen Cheng sat in the living room with the shepherd mother to discuss the taste of the cake. The shepherd mother said that she wanted to try the strawberry flavor, but Wen Cheng smiled and refused: "He doesn't like sweets, he hates this taste."

"Hahaha," the shepherd mother couldn't help laughing, and slapped Wen Cheng on the back jokingly, "Just kidding, the strawberry flavor should be used on Yueyue's birthday. Yangyang's words should still be the same, fruit cake."

As she said that, the shepherd put a few photos of the cakes on the table, "Look at which one looks better, and we'll go out and buy materials later and make it at home."

Before this, the shepherd's mother and Wen Cheng had never mentioned the matter of "making cakes together", but the shepherd's mother said "we" naturally, as if she liked this child to the end and regarded her as her own family.Knowing this, Wen Cheng smiled at the shepherd, lowered his head and carefully selected the style of the cake, but slightly tightened his free hand.

After discussing for a while, the two made a decision. The shepherd mother asked Wen Cheng to call Mu Qingyang. The reason was: "I must be playing masturbation in Yueyue's room, and I don't want to annoy him."

Wen Cheng went there, opened the door to see, and sure enough it was.

"I haven't seen you play games yet," Wen Cheng put his hand on the back of Mu Qingyang's chair, put his mouth close to Mu Qingyang's ear, and jokingly said, "Teacher Mu."

Mu Qingyang knew his existence when he opened the door in Wencheng, and he didn't have any surprises. He leaned back in the chair, with both hands resting on the keyboard and mouse, with an unlit cigarette in his mouth, vaguely Said: "Do you think you can still win?"

Wen Cheng took a closer look, took off Mu Qingyang's cigarette, and smiled, "It seems impossible."

Mu Qingyang sent a message of surrender, but the three refused. Mu Qingyang didn't hesitate, packed up and turned off the computer.

Wen Cheng raised his eyebrows, and the smoke twirled between his fingers, "Tricking teammates?"

"It's okay to be reported," Mu Qingyang stood up, his eyes flicked over Wen Cheng's fingertips, "I haven't played for a long time, it's a mess, I'm not very good at it."

The small details in Mu Qingyang's eyes can be seen in Wen Cheng's eyes, Wen Cheng put the cigarette in his hand to his lips, and smiled evilly: "Are you addicted to cigarettes?"

"No," Mu Qingyang pinched Wen Cheng's mouth with two fingers, and Wen Cheng's demonic aura instantly turned into a cute one because of his "O" shaped mouth. Mu Qingyang couldn't hold back his smile. Said, "I just want to feel the feeling back then." Letting go, Mu Qingyang added: "It's pretty cute."

Wen Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly, took down the cigarette with two fingertips, and said half-threateningly: "Honey, you are playing with fire."

Mu Qingyang is fearless.

Because the next second, the shepherd who was ready to go out pushed open the door and asked at the same time: "Are you ready?" When she saw the computer that had been turned off, she nodded in satisfaction, but her gaze was fixed on Wen Cheng's hand On the cigarette, she asked curiously: "Chengcheng also smokes?"

"No," Wen Cheng quickly changed his face, threw the cigarette into the trash can, and explained solemnly, "Yangyang wanted to smoke just now, and I brought it over when I saw it."

The shepherd's mother suddenly realized her face, and nodded again and again, "It's beautifully done, I've been upset for a long time that he smoked, and he smoked secretly." After speaking, the shepherd's mother asked Mu Qingyang to prepare quickly, clapped her hands and went out.

Mu Qingyang, who had been smiling all the time, slapped Wen Cheng on the back of the head at the same time as her mother went out, "Yangyang, your grandma."