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When it comes to talking about Wen Cheng, Mu Qingyang is not sure.

like now.

Mu Qingyang woke up from a big, pure black bed, feeling dizzy and aching in the head.The first thing he realized when he woke up was that it wasn't his room, and it wasn't a hotel anywhere.The personal style of this room is too strong, from the walls to the floor, from the ceiling to the curtains, from the wardrobe to the bed...all black.Mu Qingyang's eyes hurt because of his strong personal style.

Mu Qingyang subconsciously analyzed that such a design style should come from the lack of security in Wencheng's heart.

……Hey.

I have a problem.

Mu Qingyang's head hurt even more.

"woke up?"

The black door was pushed open at some point, and Wen Cheng was leaning against the door with a bowl of hot porridge.Mu Qingyang raised his head with difficulty to see Wen Cheng's face. The corners of the man's mouth were slightly raised, and the red moles at the corners of his eyes looked extraordinarily tender.

hallucinations.

Mu Qingyang's head hurt and he lay back on the bed.

Why does he feel that a big man in Wencheng is tender?

And after this man took him in a racing car, pushed himself into the river and made him develop a fever?

The white porcelain bowl was placed on the black bedside table, the strong visual contrast made Mu Qingyang turn his head away.

With Yi Chong on his body, Mu Qingyang's anger soared at a perceivable speed.

Mu Qingyang stared at the person above his head, laughed so angry that he stopped the devil's hand that was trying to touch his face, "Wen Cheng, if I want to fuck you, I'd better..." The momentary force made Mu Qingyang's eyes go dark, He took a breath before continuing, "... yes."

"Be good," Wen Cheng smiled innocently and without any pressure, he took his hand out of Mu Qingyang's shackles and stroked Mu Qingyang's forehead, "What do you want to eat?"

Mu Qingyang glanced at the porridge on the bedside and said, "Noodles."

Wen Cheng's peach eyes narrowed, and his eyes were full of beauty, "Then I'll eat it for you?"

"Eat..." Mu Qingyang frowned with difficulty, lifted Wen Cheng off his body with one hand, sat up with his head covered, "You're fucking crazy."

Wen Cheng brushed his finger across his lips, handed the bowl to Mu Qingyang, and sat down beside the bed, "Why can't you behave yourself?"

Be good your mother.

Mu Qingyang glared at Wen Cheng sullenly.

Mu Qingyang thinks that since he woke up from the stupid days in junior high school, his temper has improved a lot, at least he looks a lot better.But how Wen Cheng could always feel his rebellion naturally, this made Mu Qingyang puzzled.

Mu Qingyang's lips were pale and dry, even so, he still turned a blind eye to the porridge in front of him.

Wen Cheng held it for a long time, stirred the spoon in the bowl for a while, and asked casually, "Do you want me to feed you?"

hello fuck.

Mu Qingyang snatched the bowl, eating porridge with the same expression as glass shards.

The chill that Wen Cheng had been hiding in his downcast eyes finally dissipated into an exuberant sense of spring, he raised his head and smiled like a flower, "Let's go after eating."

Mu Qingyang paused in lifting the spoon, and slowly put the mouthful of porridge into his mouth to swallow. When Wen Cheng's back disappeared at the door of the room, Mu Qingyang put the bowl he had eaten a few mouthfuls on the bedside table.

Pain in the head bursts, Mu Qingyang's mood is not very good.

Mu Qingyang looked at his fingertips drowsily.

When it comes to talking about Wen Cheng, Mu Qingyang is not sure.

Just like just now.

Mu Qingyang could feel the emotional changes in Wen Cheng, as if he had touched his bottom line.

But damn, who would like it.

Whether you like it or not is one thing.

Mu Qingyang fainted again, it was another matter.

When Mu Qingyang woke up for the second time, the sky was already dark, and his posture changed from sitting to lying down.The small lamp by the bed was on, and the orange light was softly sprinkled in every part of the room. He glanced sideways at the bedside table, and the bowl on it was gone.

And what he feels right now is...very weird.

Mu Qingyang turned his head in the other direction, facing Wen Cheng with his eyes closed.

Psychologically, Mu Qingyang refused.But when he suddenly saw a face that blurred the boundaries between men and women, Mu Qingyang was stunned as a face controler.

Then the man with the eyes closed, smiled.

Wen Cheng clasped his hands together, and easily hugged Mu Qingyang to his chest. His voice was hoarse and trembling: "Does it look good?"

Mu Qingyang smiled.

As soon as his head hit Wen Cheng's chest, Wen Cheng groaned in pain, and the pressure on Mu Qingyang with his hands became weaker.

Mu Qingyang withdrew from Wen Cheng's arms and sat up, straightened his collar, and asked gently, "Does it hurt?"

Wen Cheng covered the wound with one hand, and collapsed on the bed, shaking with laughter, "Mu Qingyang, what's wrong with you, you just laugh when you're angry?"

It's this feeling again.

The happier Wen Cheng smiled, the more depressed Mu Qingyang felt.This kind of depression was brought from the bottom of Wen Cheng's heart, no matter how much he laughed, he couldn't hide it.

Mu Qingyang hated the feeling Wen Cheng brought him from the bottom of his heart, he didn't answer Wen Cheng's question, and got out of bed resolutely.

Seeing that Mu Qingyang's eyes were searching for something, Wen Cheng kindly reminded: "Your clothes have been washed, but they are not dry yet."

Mu Qingyang swept away a sharp knife.

Wen Cheng put his hand on the corner of his brow and smiled, "Brother, don't blame me."

This time the smile was genuine.

But who do you blame?

Mu Qingyang turned his gaze away.

"If you can accept it," Wen Cheng also sat up and got out of bed. He was wearing a loose nightgown, and his delicate collarbone was faintly visible under the ambiguous light. He walked to the door and opened it. Looking at Mu Qingyang at the door, "Just walk in my clothes, it's still casual, your clothes are up to you. If you can't accept it..."

Wen Cheng dragged the end of his voice for a long time, and said with a smile: "Just sleep more, and change your clothes when they are dry tomorrow morning before leaving."

Neither is the choice that Mu Qingyang wants, but he has no choice.

Mu Qingyang fastened the buttons of his shirt, and brushed past Wen Cheng without even looking at Wen Cheng.

Wen Cheng clasped his arms around his chest, tapped his fingertips on his arms rhythmically, and looked at Mu Qingyang's back with unclear meaning.

Mu Qingyang was stunned when he left the room.

The design of this house in Wencheng looks like a neurosis.The room is so dark that there is no bright color, but the decoration outside the room is all white, and the lights are not turned off at night, and the hall is so bright that it dazzles the eyes.

The man who shuttles between black and white every day... doesn't mind the pain in his eyes.

The size of Wencheng's house is acceptable. There is a living room, a study and a room. The door of the study is open, facing Wencheng's room.

Mu Qingyang didn't linger long, saw a coat hanging on the sofa, it was the one that Wen Cheng was wearing the day he threw him into the river, so he didn't have any embarrassment, went directly to pick up the coat and put it on.With a casual glance, he saw the grand piano sitting in the corner.

Mu Qingyang subconsciously paused when he pulled the zipper.

Can Wencheng still play the piano?

After a second's pause, Mu Qingyang zipped up his jacket completely.

That has nothing to do with him.

Mu Qingyang's keys and mobile phones were all placed on the tea table in Wencheng. Mu Qingyang glanced at it, feeling a little distressed.The phone screen was full of watermarks, because of this, he almost went straight to Wen Cheng.

Wen Cheng came over in time, observed Mu Qingyang's gaze on the phone, sat down on the sofa, and said, "I can compensate you."

Mu Qingyang responded quickly and reported a series of card numbers, "Four thousand six hundred and eight, call my card."

"Do you think I have the strongest brain?" Wen Cheng sat on the sofa and had to look up at Mu Qingyang, but the playfulness in his eyes gave people an illusion of superiority, "I can remember you just by thinking like that." live?"

"No hope." Mu Qingyang said honestly, took back what belonged to him on the coffee table, and pointed to Wen Cheng's forehead, which raised his head, "That's it, I don't want the clothes anymore, and there will be no future."

Wen Cheng was stunned for a moment, and when Mu Qingyang withdrew his hand, he saw Wen Cheng smiling deeply, "Thank you for your good words."

The creepy kind.

Mu Qingyang's heart skipped a beat, and he didn't know why, so he turned and walked towards the gate without looking at Wen Cheng's smiling face.

Open and close the door in one go.

The living room became quiet again, Wen Cheng hugged his legs on the sofa, his eyes fell on the grand piano in the corner, the smile in his eyes hadn't faded away, but a kind of fog-like darkness filled in an instant.