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The whole house was extraordinarily quiet. Because he knew that Wen Niannan was afraid of the dark, Uncle Xu had people install lights in many places in the villa. At night, they would automatically turn on and stay on. The door of Wen Niannan's room was also equipped with lights for the living room and corridor. switch.

After raising his hand to turn on the lights in the corridor and stairs, Wen Niannan went downstairs lightly, and saw that the lights were still on in the study.

He went into the kitchen and poured a glass of water, opened the refrigerator and took out the cookies made by Aunt Lan, leaned against the cabinet beside him and ate them.

Wen Niannan has always liked sweets. When he was a child, every time he passed by a dessert shop and saw the bright smiles of those children eating desserts, he wondered if eating could make people happy.

During the period of his mother's death, he had been hiding in the room and did not want to see anyone. The relationship between father and son became more and more rigid until he saw his father's body that was getting thinner and thinner.

Wen Niannan asked the kitchen to make a cake, and he brought it in front of his father. The father and son ate the sweet and greasy cake each, and the bitterness in their hearts seemed to be diluted by the sweetness.

"what are you doing?"

A low voice suddenly sounded, Wen Niannan hurriedly put the cookie aside and stood up straight.

Gu Yansheng walked over with a tired face, poured a glass of water and looked at him.

"I...I can't sleep, I am thirsty and drink water."

After speaking, he took a step back and stood in the corner, trying to reduce his sense of existence.

"Where's Uncle Xu? Let him make me a cup of coffee and serve it."

"Uncle Xu is already asleep, I'll cook for you... is that okay?"

Gu Yansheng raised his eyes to look at him, without saying anything, walked to the table and sat down with his eyes closed.

Seeing that he was not rejected, Wen Niannan was very excited. After the coffee was brewed, he took it lightly and put it on the table.

Seeing the red blood in Gu Yansheng's eyes, he felt a little distressed, and he asked cautiously: "It's already early in the morning, sleeping too late is not good for your health, let's deal with it tomorrow."

"Put away your hypocritical concern, I don't need it." Gu Yansheng's temper became extremely irritable, as if he was exhausted from staying up late.

Wen Niannan paused while pouring the coffee, "Aren't you going back to your room to rest?"

"Go back to the room? Whose room? What kind of tricks are you trying to play? Don't forget, we are in a relationship that is about to divorce."

After finishing speaking, Gu Yansheng turned indifferently and went upstairs, when the door slammed shut.

In the study, Gu Yansheng did not turn off the computer after finishing the company affairs, but opened another website and clicked on the play.

Soothing music sounded in the study room, it was the most popular piece of mysterious composer WE in recent years.

Two years ago, I became a "fan" after hearing WE's music by chance. Every time a new song is released, Gu Yansheng will listen to it immediately. The strong emotion behind each song always makes him tired time to relax.

The next morning, after Wen Niannan woke up, he went downstairs to sit on the dining table, but kept glancing upstairs.

Aunt Lan saw what he was thinking, her eyes were full of worry and she shook her head.

Not long after, Gu Yansheng came down, and the two ate their own food without speaking.

The ringtone broke the silence, and Gu Yansheng's expression softened instantly after seeing the caller ID.

"Well, I'll go back later, do you want me to bring your favorite tiramisu?"

Hearing the suddenly gentle tone, Wen Niannan knew who the person on the other end of the phone was, and his heart sank, did he want to leave again...

He continued to eat as if nothing had happened, although his eyes were fixed on the food on the plate, his mind was not here.