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"Ding."

Wencheng regained consciousness.The indicator light of the oven flickered rhythmically, he let out a breath slowly, and took out the baked egg tarts--the left hand is not convenient, and Wen Cheng likes to make things by himself from time to time, Mu Qingyang doesn't know what to use The method made a hole for the back of the finger of his heat-insulating glove and hung it on the wall. Wen Cheng only needs to reach in and take it out.

The warm egg tart was filled with the fragrance of eggs. Wen Cheng faced the wall with the back of his hands, and pointed the small hole on the back of his finger to the small hook. After he licked it, his hand came out.

Such a set was a bit ridiculous, and Wen Cheng was overjoyed at first, making Mu Qingyang want to push his head into the pool.

"The craftsmanship is very skillful, Mr. Mu, and the innovation degree is also 666."

"Open your mouth, Comrade Wen, otherwise you will feel more 666."

Comrade Wen opened his mouth with a smile, and Teacher Mu put a spoonful of fried rice into his mouth.

Wen Cheng's left hand eating is really too slow, and it was Mu Qingyang who fed him for a very long time.After the school started, Mu Qingyang changed his homework every night, and fed him when he had time, and Wencheng ate it by himself when he had no time.

It was still like this yesterday.

Wen Cheng rubbed his brows hard to keep himself awake.

The food was well placed on the table - according to Mu Qingyang's preference.Mu Qingyang is a little obsessive-compulsive about some small things, for example, vegetarian dishes cannot be placed next to each other, and there must be at least one meat dish in between.

Wen Cheng took a mouthful of rice for himself, and reached out to get the spoon he had been using for half a month—a very light green color, bought by Mu Qingyang.However, he withdrew his hand when his eyes touched it, and turned to take the pure black chopsticks that were already there.

Using chopsticks with his left hand is very disharmonious, not to mention thinly shredded potatoes, he can't even pick up thin slices of beef, and he fails halfway.Wen Cheng moved the dish expressionlessly, moved the edge of the bowl to the side of the plate, then used chopsticks to push the meat slices out, and finally picked them into the bowl.

Eating is even more difficult. If Wen Cheng is not careful, he will shake back the food that arrives in his mouth, and a lot of it will be spilled on the table.

General Wencheng finished his meal in a hurry, but he didn't actually eat much in his mouth.

Tables, chairs, table cloths.

Everywhere is the breath of Mu Qingyang.As far as Mu Qingyang is concerned in Wencheng, it was a toy at the beginning, but it is poison when it is taken care of.Mu Qingyang is not only Wencheng's lover, but also his only family and salvation.When he didn't notice, Mu Qingyang had penetrated into his life bit by bit, occupying the biggest position.He tried to return to the position where Mu Qingyang was not, and the result was like this table after dinner——

Wen Cheng swept the rice spilled on the table into the trash can.

——It was a mess.

Wen Cheng put the food into the lunch box, spit out the mouthful of blood in his mouth into the sink, wiped off the blood stains left on his lips with the back of his hand, he bit the wound just now, and his mouth was full of blood. With the smell of blood, pain piercing to the bone, there is a kind of self-abuse satisfaction in my heart.

Wen Cheng raised his head, his shadow was clearly reflected on the glass window, together with those fierce eyes.

He stared at it for a long time, smiled, and uttered three words in a low voice, "What a fart."

Let go of Mu Qingyang?How is it different from suicide.

Mother Mu woke up once at 06:30, when Mu Qingyue had come back and reached a consensus with Mu Qingyang—he was here

Back to base after dinner.When the shepherd woke up, there was no movement, and no one noticed. She was stunned on the bed for a while, recalling the memory before she fainted, and then realized where it was.

The shepherd turned her head slightly, and the slight movement caught Mu Qingyang's attention. As soon as he lifted his head from the book, he met the eyes of the shepherd.

Those haggard eyes with dark circles seemed to have squeezed her dry, but her tears flowed down the moment she saw Mu Qingyang.

Mu Qingyang quickly got up and rang the nurse's bell, helped her mother to sit up, and avoided her eyes, "Mom, don't cry. You can't cry now, it's not good for your health."

Mu Qingyue, who had been taking a nap in the corner, jumped up suddenly, ran to the hospital bed, and asked a little anxiously, "Mom, are you okay? Is there anything wrong?"

Mu Mu withdrew her gaze from looking at Mu Qingyang, gently pushed Mu Qingyang's hand that was on her body, leaned on the bed, and smiled at Mu Qingyue palely, "You are just worrying, Mommy is awake What else can happen?" Mu Qingyue hadn't let go of her anger completely, and Mu Mu's face was straight, although the weak face didn't give her any deterrent force, "But what's the matter with you? At this time you Shouldn't we line up for dinner at the base?"

Mu Qingyue didn't mind perfunctory, "I'll go back after eating later."

"Ah!" The shepherd mother thought of something, clapped her hands on the quilt twice, and glared at Mu Qingyue angrily, "Didn't you report to your father?"

Mu Qingyue had a helpless and doting expression towards a child who was making trouble for no reason, "No, you can rest assured, as long as daddy comes back clean and clean, he won't know about it for the rest of his life."

At this moment, the nurse came in with bottles and cans, and the cart came in front of Mu Qingyang, but she still didn't see Mu Qingyang about to move, so she could only remind her aloud: "Sir, please make room, we need to The patient is examined."

The shepherd mother couldn't help biting her lower lip, and held hands.Mu Qingyue noticed this detail, and looked up at Mu Qingyang. Mu Qingyang was turning his body to let the nurse push the cart in, and his head was naturally turned away, without looking at Mumu or Mu Qingyue, and turned to leave the ward .

"Hello, auntie, what's your name?" The nurse asked with a sweet smile. The shepherd mother relaxed her body, turned her head and smiled softly, "Yao Bai." The nurse looked down at the name on the watch and saw that it was right After I got it, I nodded and explained to the shepherd mother while operating: "Now we are measuring blood pressure, and we will draw blood later..."

The shepherd mother was as cheerful as ever, nodding her head and saying to cooperate.

Except... didn't look at Mu Qingyang.

Not a single glance.

I don't know if I don't want to, or I dare not.Mu Qingyue looked at the Mu Mu who was having fun with the nurse, and a kind of unknown depression welled up in her heart.

Mu Qingyang smoked next to the trash can beside the hospital lawn.After being with Wencheng, I haven't smoked much, but recently I always wear it habitually because I think it will be useful.It turned out that Mu Qingyang didn't remember how many more, and he didn't know how long he had been outside the hospital. Anyway, when he was about to buy a bottle of water after smoking the last one, he saw Wencheng who had just got off the taxi.

Without much thought, Mu Qingyang passed by, and naturally took the bag from Wen Cheng's hand.

Wen Cheng was taken aback for a moment, turned his head and found that it was Mu Qingyang, but his first reaction was not to laugh, but to pursed his lips, took a step forward, and sniffed at Mu Qingyang's face, so that he could quickly The distance that kissed him said softly: "You don't even need to get close, you can smell your body."

Mu Qingyang didn't defend himself, but took a step back, "I didn't pay attention."

Only then did Wen Cheng stand up straight, the corners of his lips curled up in a slight arc, a half-smile.

Mu Qingyang turned a blind eye, walked towards the lawn with the bag containing the lunch box, and said without looking back: "My mother is awake." He knew that Wencheng would definitely be behind him.Wen Cheng gave a light "hmm", "How is the situation?"

Mu Qingyang's answer was two seconds late, "It doesn't look like a big problem."

The two seconds of Mu Qingyang's hesitation were not easy, but Wen Cheng would not ask what he was thinking, so he followed Mu Qingyang quietly.

There was a stone table in the middle of the lawn, and there were several small stone benches beside the stone table. Mu Qingyang put the bag on it and took out the four disposable lunch boxes one by one.

There are two boxes of rice, one box of vegetables, and one box of egg tarts.Mu Qingyang naturally closed the egg tart at a glance, sat down on the stone bench, and removed the disposable chopsticks and lunch box, planning to eat here.

Wen Cheng followed Mu Qingyang and sat down beside him.

There are two simple dishes in the box lunch, sweet and sour pork ribs and lettuce, each accounting for half.Wen Cheng propped his chin with his left hand, and said casually: "The pork ribs are a bit sweet, but it's not too sweet for you. The lettuce shakes a bit when salt is added, and it's a bit salty."

"Well," Mu Qingyang nodded, lowered his head and took a bite of plain rice, "I don't choose."

Wen Cheng chuckled twice, disapprovingly.

Mu Qingyang wasn't picky, that was before he was with Wen Cheng.At that time, Mu Qingyang could eat whatever was convenient, instant noodles and fast food, but after being with Wen Cheng, his taste gradually changed.

"Chu Mo probably fell in love with the intern I told you about last time."

"Ginger fish?"

"Well. Let me pay more attention to her. She comes here every now and then. It's business, but it's not the kind of business that insists on him. I checked, and the two graduated from the same university."

"Interesting," Mu Qingyang glanced at Wen Cheng, "I didn't expect you to be so gossip."

Wen Cheng defended himself, "Send gossip to your door."

Mu Qingyang was busy eating, didn't say anything, just responded.

"Lu Ran traveled to Tibet, I just found out yesterday."

"Like he does."

"The crystallization of our two loves has been sent to printing, and it is estimated to be on the market in the middle of next month."

Wen Cheng likes to call the book translated by him and typed by Mu Qingyang the crystallization of their love.Very childish.Mu Qingyang couldn't control it.

"Ah."

"One of my interns picked up a box of milk cats at the entrance of the company. One died, and the other two were quite healthy and kept screaming in the office."

"Boss Wen doesn't care?"

"The two milk cats are now the favorite of thousands of people, and he can't control them."

Mu Qingyang smiled, "Boss Wen doesn't want to care about it."

"Whenever you are free, come to the publishing house to play and show it to you."

"I'm not interested in small animals."

"Are you interested in Boss Wen?"

"Go on vacation." Mu Qingyang agreed first, then thought of something after eating a few mouthfuls, and added, "By the way, feel the pleasure of a fox pretending to be a tiger."

Wen Cheng lowered his head and smiled, "It's pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger."