Unconventional Raiders [Quick Transmigration]

Mu Yufeng's injury was not serious, and he was in a coma for a day after the operation. On the second day, when he opened his eyes, he was dazzled by the white ceiling. , looking down at the document in his hand.

Qing Lang suddenly raised his head and looked over, the two looked at each other, and the corner of his mouth curled up, "How do you feel now?"

"Fortunately..." Mu Yufeng's face was pale with blood loss, and his voice was hoarse.

"Look at my virtue!" Qing Lang patted himself on the head, quickly got out of bed and poured a glass of warm water, carefully helped Mu Yufeng up, and handed the water glass to his mouth, "Drink water."

Mu Yufeng took a few sips and lay down again, "Thank you, how are Yingfeng and the others?"

"Very well, Qingyun has already gone home. According to Yingfeng, he will bring some of your daily necessities home." Qinglang moved a chair and sat beside his bed.

Then they were silent for a while, Qinglang thought about it and said indifferently, "Thank you at that time, you must have known that everything I did was aimed at Mu Yingfeng, and it has nothing to do with you."

Mu Yufeng looked at Qingming steadfastly, and frowned when he finished speaking, "I didn't protect you because I owed you something, all I did was to tell you something with my life. "

He slowly stretched out his hand and held Qing Lang's hand. His voice was still as cold as ever, but there was an inexplicably domineering flavor.

"To me, you are an existence worth dying for."

Qinglang was stunned, then the corners of his mouth turned up, tears glistened in his eyes, he held Mu Yufeng back and interlocked his fingers.

All the pain dissipated with the completion of his obsession, and he had nothing to lose, but before he had lived a few days of freedom, Mu Yufeng entered his heart in an extremely forceful way, leaving him with one more helpless Let go of the concern.

Qing Qing looked at him with a half-smile, and rolled his eyes several times under his belly, "You are a patient now, you have to take good supplements, just say what you want to eat, so as not to leave any sequelae."

"Kanto cooking."

Mu Yufeng was expressionless, but he had planned in his heart to do his best after he recovered, and let Qinglang check whether he had any sequelae.

Qing Lang blushed, remembering the embarrassment that day, couldn't help but chuckle.

The oden that night was really delicious.

Three years later.

"Mu Chengkang!"

A middle-of-the-road roar shook the house, and a pair of old women who lived next door shook their hands as they picked up the vegetables, looked at the dishes that fell on the dining table and shook their heads, "That young couple is having a quarrel again .”

Qing Lang wore an apron around his waist and went straight to the bedroom with a spoon in his hand. His slightly long hair was tied behind his head with a black rope and dyed maroon. He looked much younger and handsome, but he was caught by the angry look on his face. Ruined the feeling.

Opening the bedroom door, as expected, he saw a large and a small head facing him, and he pointed angrily, "Mu Yufeng! Take care of your son!"

"Calm down, he is also your son, and we have joint supervisory responsibilities." Mu Yufeng was sitting in front of the office chair and looking at the documents. The stubble on his face made him look mature and majestic, and his voice was as usual without emotional ups and downs.

With a "snap", Qing Lang clapped her hands on the door panel, gritted her teeth, and said, "Fang Ting came here today, thanks to the fact that I just changed the wallpaper two days ago, what did your son paint the living room like? The whole ocean of art!"

Mu Yufeng raised his eyebrows, lowered his head, and looked at Mu Chengkang in his arms. He was pink and jade-carved, and the two small dimples on his cheeks were very pleasing. He raised his head and blinked his big eyes, and there were stains on his hands. The "criminal evidence" left by Huahua, in an incongruous tone: "Eighty?"

Looking at each other for a few seconds, Mu Yufeng raised his head, hooked his finger towards Qinglang, "Come here."

"Why?" Qing Lang looked suspicious, but she still walked in front of Mu Yufeng without hesitation, bent slightly and lowered her body.

Mu Yufeng stretched out his big hand, directly pressed down on the back of Qinglang's head, and kissed those lips.

"Ma Ma?" Mu Chengkang tilted his head and looked at them puzzled.

Qinglang was stunned, and immediately took a few steps back after a few seconds, the warmth of the other party still remained on his lips, even if they were together for a long time, he would still feel ashamed because of Mu Yufeng's intimacy.

"You bastard! Are you playing hooligans in front of your son?"

"Boom!" This one-sided farce ended with Qing Qing's face flushing and angrily slamming the door.

At noon, Fang Ting arrived, and with her was her husband DeWitt.

DeWitt is a blond and blue-eyed British man, youthful and handsome. Qinglang has seen him on the Internet. He is a rising star among painters in the art world in recent years.

As soon as he came in, he was very interested in Mu Chengkang's "work" on the wall. He walked around and praised in half-baked Chinese, "art! Blue ocean."

"..." Qinglang was speechless, because there was only blue paint left in the house, and there was a sea of ​​red a few days ago!

Only Fang Ting understands the reason. Sitting on the sofa, she covers her mouth and smiles. Under the influence of her life abroad, her long hair and purple dress are full of femininity. Can't help but look a few more times.

His gaze was blatant, and the undisguised admiration in his eyes made it hard for Mu Yufeng not to pay attention, not to mention knowing the past relationship between Qinglang and Fang Ting, even after so long, every time Fang Ting came, he still knocked in his heart alarm bell.

Mu Yufeng glanced at DeWitt without leaving a trace, and he realized that the other party was still admiring the "art" in the corner, without worrying about the sense of crisis that his wife might be kidnapped.

Qing Qing was smiling, and was about to speak, when suddenly her sight was blocked.

"Mama?" Mu Chengkang, who was held in Mu Yufeng's big arms and laid across Qinglang's face, was dumbfounded.

"I'm father, what are you doing with Mu Yufeng?" Qing Lang raised her eyebrows and squinted at Mu Yufeng.

Mu Yufeng's face remained unchanged, and he gave Mu Chengkang a light look, "He wants you to hug him."

Mu Chengkang felt blessed at this moment, and stretched out two white and tender hands, "Hug."

Well done son!Buying paint tomorrow!Mu Yufeng was secretly happy in his heart, but his face was still calm and calm, and he was so powerful.

Qingliang's attention was attracted by Mu Chengkang, he didn't think much, and looked a little hesitant, "I still have to go to the kitchen to serve the dishes."

Only Fang Ting understood Mu Yufeng's careful thoughts, and the corners of his mouth rose even more, "Why don't you let me hug? It's time for me to learn how to hug children."

Fang Ting's words stunned Mu Yufeng and Qinglang, especially Qinglang, his eyes lit up, "Could it be that you..."

"I just found out the news the day before yesterday." After Fang Ting finished speaking, she subconsciously stroked her stomach with her hands, and the smile on her mouth was filled with the joy of being a new mother.

"That's great..." Qing Lang smiled happily, his eyes were slightly red with excitement, and those who didn't know thought he was the father of the child.

"Congratulations." Mu Yufeng was also happy for her, but of course he felt relieved.

After a meal with a pleasant atmosphere, Qingqing took Fang Ting for a walk in the backyard of her house, leaving Mu Yufeng in her arms to hug Mu Chengkang and meet Dewitt who was sitting opposite.

"It's lucky, isn't it?" DeWitt said suddenly, although the accent was not accurate but he could understand it.

"What?" Mu Yufeng raised his eyebrows, confused by his rambling words.

DeWitt picked up the coffee and took a sip unhurriedly. A pair of deep sapphire blue eyes showed a smile, which completely lost the enthusiasm when he first entered the door. His tall nose bridge and perfect curvature of his lips, noble and elegant At this time, the temperament was fully displayed on him.

"I've always felt very lucky to meet my goddess, but sometimes she has a distressed expression," DeWitt lowered his eyes, and then laughed lowly, "But I didn't persuade her to come back."

"So lucky, isn't it?"

After Mu Yufeng listened quietly, he suddenly lowered his head and looked at Mu Chengkang in his arms. He didn't know when he fell asleep, with his eyes closed, beautiful like an angel.

At this moment, Mu Yufeng's eyes were softer than ever before. He raised his head, and his tone was not heavy, but the emotion in it touched Devitt, "This is not luck, everything is the result of my wife and I going through a lot of hardships in exchange for it." Happiness."

"No one can take it all away."

At this time, it was the sun, and the sun was getting bigger and bigger, and it was clear that Fang Ting took Fang Ting to sit under the tree to enjoy the shade.

"Qinglang, has Mu Yingfeng come back often these years?" Fang Ting sat next to Qinglang, leaning lazily by the tree.

"Very rarely. The last time I saw him and Qingyun, I was still holding the newborn Mu Chengkang to entrust them to me." Qinglang said lightly.

With the consent of Qinglang's parents, Mu Yingfeng left with Qingyun three years ago, realizing his original ideal.

A pair of people for a lifetime, travel all over the world and paint the world.

He no longer gave away every painting, but sent it to Mu Yufeng, entrusting him to hold a charity auction, using the name of the company, plus his own excellent paintings, he soon became a popular painter, and the funds he got were all The company organized a public welfare undertaking, and it was well received by everyone for a while.

But the people love to gossip about the painter's private life, because in every painting, there is a beautiful girl with long ink-like hair and dancing in elegant long skirts.

Everyone guessed that they were lovers, but after several years, there was no news of their marriage.

"In recent years, every time Mu Yingfeng puts out a painting, the media always asks when will they get married, and at least they have children, what are they doing?" ask.

Qinglang fell silent when he heard this. He still remembered that when he was with Mu Yufeng two years ago, he was greatly opposed by his parents. Mu Yingfeng and Qingyun came back suddenly and handed over a baby boy to them.

"Brother, Qinglang, this is me and Qingyun's child, I hope I can adopt it to you." Mu Yingfeng said lightly, but what he said was shocking.

"What are you talking about? The child belongs to you, so you should take good care of it." Mu Yufeng frowned, and refused without thinking.

But Qinglang just sat aside, looking at the quiet Qingyun, "Qingyun, what do you think?"

Qingyun tilted his head, looked at Mu Yingfeng with only Chilian in his eyes, and his tone was full of dependence on him, "What Yingfeng says is what he says, I have no objection."

Mu Yingfeng also smiled, and then continued to say to them: "Brother, Qingqing, you are also aware of our situation, and we do not intend to change, this child is not suitable for being around, and I know that you are now fighting with your parents If you are not happy, the appearance of this child can solve your problems."

Mu Yufeng was slightly taken aback, "Yinfeng, could it be that you gave birth to this child on purpose because of us?"

"I can't let the Mu family die. This is also my responsibility. It was you who taught me in the snow that year." Mu Yingfeng smiled, and his gaze turned to Sunny, with a trace of sadness in his eyes, "Qingqing, I will leave the child to you and my brother."

Qinglang took the baby boy carefully. The baby boy's facial features have inherited the fine traditions of his parents. It can be seen that he must be a beautiful child in the future. "What's the name of the child?"

"Mu Chengkang, I hope that whatever happens to him, he can ride the wind and waves, be safe and healthy."

"Marriage is just a useless ceremony for them, the most important thing is the union of heart and heart." Qing Lang smiled, with a relieved expression, seeing Mu Yufeng and Devitt walking side by side in the distance, stood up and waved.

"Qing Lang, it's good that you are doing this now." Fang Ting also stood up, stretched out his hands to hold Qing Qing's face, tiptoed to gently kiss his forehead, "Back then, you always gave me a very dangerous feeling. "

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, pulling the leaves and rattling, Qinglang raised his head to take a look, and suddenly the corners of his mouth curled up.

"But I am very grateful to myself at that time."