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The two big men sat at the dinner table but were strangely speechless.

Mu Yang seemed to be in a good mood for himself, and eating the braised chicken seemed to be extremely delicious.

Yan Chuang really understood Nian Mao, so he said that Mu Yang is not particular, and someone like himself who is not very good at cooking can use takeaway to take good care of this great writer.

"I don't know how to cook very much. During this period of time, I will buy some dishes and practice. I will let you try it when it is ready."

Having said that, after all, the money for ordering takeout is still Mu Yang’s own money, and it will be deducted from Mu Yang’s manuscript fee at the end of the month. Yan Chuang has already taken a nanny, ah no, the salary of the writer’s assistant is embarrassing Continue to save trouble and add another sum to Mu Yang's food expenses.

After all, although takeaway is not expensive, it is not cost-effective to eat in the long run.

Mu Yang raised his head, his eyes were round and big, like shiny coins, full of childishness and joy, "Do you want to cook for me~~!"

The end of the sentence is the rippling and joy that can float up.

Yan Chuang didn't understand why Mu Yang was so happy, so he nodded, "Yes."

"Wow w" Mu Yang's cheeks were flushed, he clenched one hand on his chest as if victorious, and there were even small pink flowers around him.

"Mu Yang." Yan Chuang started to look for a topic, "Why don't we add QQ, so I can contact you conveniently."

"Will you take the initiative to contact me!"

Mu Yang's glistening eyes began to sparkle with moving mist.

"Yes, I'm your writer's assistant, and I'll help Nian Maocai press the manuscript."

Mu Yang added Yan Chuang's friends with a smirk, as if he didn't hear Yan Chuang's reminder for manuscripts, would all writers automatically ignore the topic of reminders?

Mu Yang's Koukou account can be seen as a private account with a nine-digit number and a little sun. It doesn't look special at all, and the profile picture is a cute mushroom.

"Should we also exchange Weibo?"

Yan Chuang suggested that he also wanted to see what novels Mu Yang was updating.

"Will you leave me a message on Weibo!" Excitement and emotion have already begun to steam in the lovely eyes filled with mist

Yan Chuang was silent for three seconds, "Yes."

Although his Weibo account is quite large, if he left a message under Mu Yang's Weibo, he might be caught by throwing a master ball.But he will use the trumpet to leave a message for Mu Yang.

Mu Yang's Weibo account looks much bigger than Koukou, with more than 4 fans, and it's still a gold v.The head is still a cute mushroom, like a hand-drawn drawing by an immature painter.

"Is the avatar drawn by a fan for you?"

"Yes." The corners of Mu Yang's mouth have been raised high since just now, "There are many girls who like my novels, and many of them are very soft and cute, just as cute as you."

Just as cute as me?

From the beginning, Yan Chuang thought that Mu Yang was too cute, a bit gay, but he couldn't say it well, after all, the more gay in reality, the more straight he might be.If Mu Yang was crooked, it would be dangerous for the two of them to live together, and Yan Chuang didn't like Mu Yang's type of reads;.

Lunch was spent in the process of two people poking their mobile phones to add friends to each other.

Yan Chuang stood up consciously to pack his things, Mu Yang looked at Yan Chuang with the kind of gaze that made Yan Chuang's scalp tingle, "I always feel that Chuang Chuang is like my wife~"

Chuang Chuang? ? ? ?

Yan Chuang felt that the emoticons of black question marks in his heart were frantically swiping the screen.Brother, I have only known you for three hours?You are so close to me, I am a little panicked.

"I've been thinking about this kind of thing since I was a kid."

Mu Yang had a warm and gentle smile on his face, like the soft and leisurely white shirt slowly unfolded in the basin.

Yan Chuang frowned, "When I was a child?"

Time seemed to stand still for three seconds, Mu Yang's expression changed rapidly, and finally disappeared from his expressionless face when he was sitting cross-legged on the bed and typing.

"Don't you remember me?"

Mu Yang's appearance is very outstanding, even if he doesn't talk about his appearance and stature, it is impressive enough, not to mention Mu Yang's warm and sun-like temperament, Yan Chuang can even imagine that Mu Yang should be in college. The type that a lot of girls chase after but can also mingle with boys.

Yan Chuang recalled it carefully, from junior high school to high school to university, Yan Chuang really didn't remember meeting someone like Mu Yang.

"Maybe you remember wrongly?" Yan Chuang said lightly.Although Yan Chuang didn't think he was the face of the public, but if Mu Yang confused himself with the person in his memory, then there was a reason for his overly intimate behavior from just now.

There was a trace of injury in Mu Yang's eyes, but it disappeared in an instant, and he smiled again with sunshine.

"Perhaps so?"

Mu Yang picked up his mobile phone and poked it. Yan Chuang put the dirty bowl in the sink to fill it up with water, and planned to wait a while before washing it. When he turned his head, he saw that Mu Yang was no longer as energetic as before, and poked lazily. Looking at the screen of the mobile phone, it seems to be scrolling Weibo.

Yan Chuang could even see his two drooping dog ears.

Yan Chuang cleared his throat, "Are you going to continue writing manuscripts this afternoon?"

"En~" Mu Yang snorted softly through his nasal cavity as an agreement.

Yan Chuang nodded. When he first heard Nian Maocai say that Mu Yang could write two or three books a month, Yan Chuang still couldn't believe it, but seeing Mu Yang who was so engrossed in writing a novel in the morning, he was still writing in the afternoon. If you want to continue in that state, it is not surprising that you can write so many words.

"Should I go to sleep? Or continue to write novels?"

Nian Maocai basically didn't say anything about Mu Yang to Yan Chuang, but it's true that ordinary editors don't take care of so many aspects of food, clothing, housing and transportation.Yan Chuang watched Mu Yang lazily sitting beside the table, his long legs in big underpants stretched to the other side of the table.

"Will you warm the bed if I'm going to bed?"

There was a hint of laziness in the small milk cavity, but it still felt more like a baby, and it sounded a bit like accusation.

"A concubine can't do it," Yan Chuang refused in embarrassment.

"Oh." Mu Yang didn't continue to say anything. I don't know if it was Yan Chuang's illusion. I always felt that Mu Yang seemed to be a little bit angry, "I will continue to code, and call me at dinner time."

In the afternoon, Yan Chuang tidied up the living room and the room he was about to live in.

Yan Chuang came here to work as a writer's assistant with food and lodging included. He lived next to Muyang's room, the one outside the two bedrooms on the second floor.

Muyang's house is a multi-storey building in the suburbs, or it can be called a small villa. It is about 200 square meters, and it is very comfortable to live in.Yan Chuang himself felt that the little money he earned might not be enough to pay the rent here.

There is a feeling that I am being nurtured.

Yan Chuang felt a strong feeling of being taken care of, but when he thought that Mu Yang was the one who took care of him, Yan Chuang felt something was wrong.

At most, it's just a thigh hug!It's not nurturing!Yan Chuang self-hypnosis.

The room Yan Chuang wants to live in is next to Muyang's, which is a little smaller than Muyang's. Muyang's room has a balcony, but his room doesn't.But it is very spacious and well-lit, and the sun at this time of noon makes people feel comfortable.

The basic furniture of the bed and desk have been added, but there is a layer of dust on them, and I think they have never been used since they were bought.The more Yan Chuang looked at it, the more he felt that this room was more spacious, bright and comfortable than the room in his home, and the illusion that he had just been suppressed in his heart reappeared again.

Yan Chuang spent a lot of time tidying up the room he will live in for the next few months, and it was almost five o'clock in the evening when he finally cleaned it up.

When Yan Chuang went downstairs, Mu Yang was already sitting on the sofa with a funny pillow in his arms, playing with his mobile phone.

A 1.9-meter tall man wearing big underpants and a T-shirt sitting on the sofa with a funny pillow looks so weird.

Seeing Yan Chuang come out, Mu Yang immediately yelled, "I'm hungry!"

Yan Chuang was a bit dark, even if Mu Yang told him that he was hungry, he couldn't make soup in seconds.

Speaking of which, why did he use the term "washing hands as soup"? Did he fall under the sugar-coated shells of capitalism in just one afternoon?No, no, no, he really wasn't adopted, it's not fostered!

"Sorry." Yan Chuang apologized honestly, and decided to take a formality, "What do you want to eat?"

"Dessert." Mu Yang raised the funny pillow to his face, his mouth was blocked by the funny pillow, and he spoke in a low voice.

In fact, Yan Chuang had heard it clearly, but he couldn't help but confirm it again, "I didn't hear clearly."

Mu Yang took down the funny pillow with a big face again, and this time he said a lot more clearly, "I want to eat dessert."

Oh

Yan Chuang couldn't tell what mood he was in. This 1.9-meter man was so coquettish and asked him for dessert.Let him have a feeling that he not only raised a son, but also turned into the baby's mother.It's a bit complicated anyway.

Yan Chuang turned on his phone and entered the keywords of desserts. There are not many takeaway desserts around, but there are group purchases.

Seeing that Mu Yang seemed in a hurry, Yan Chuang directly ignored the group buying, and handed the phone to Mu Yang, "Which one of these do you want?"

"This home." Mu Yang lazily pointed at home.

"I want two servings of their mango pancakes. Then one serving of Black Forest, two servings of strawberry pudding, and the matcha long cake, I forgot the name." Mu Yang seems to be very familiar with their family's things , obviously not the first time to buy.

"Then why don't you buy it yourself?" Yan Chuang couldn't help being curious, it's better than just sitting here and waiting for yourself?And even if he gets down, he can only tap his mobile phone to order takeaway for him.

"I want you to buy it for me." After Mu Yang finished speaking, he covered his face with a funny pillow, and lay his head half down on the sofa, his yellow hair hanging down, looking slender and soft, and Yan Chuang couldn't help but burst into tears. Feeling a strange sense of familiarity, I even want to reach out and rub the strands of hair.