After the divorce from the scumbag his father, he had a puppy

Zhang Mu naturally knew nothing about Lin Chen's table and never paid attention to it.

After the dinner, Xiao Jian's parents wanted to have a good time, so they let him stay in the old house to sleep.

Zhang Mu and Xiao Jian went back to the rare two-person world, and through the slight drunkenness, they were both a little excited and couldn't help it.

The driver was driving in front, and Zhang Mu and Xiao Jian were sitting in the back row. He stared at Xiao Jian with a smile, his eyes seemed to be solidified, and he teased Xiao Jian wantonly like taking a stimulant.

Xiao Jian pressed Zhang Mu's hand that was about to move, and sat upright, his expression didn't change at all, but he could still find a faint patience on closer inspection.

Back at the villa, Zhang Mu told the butler that Peipei was living in the old house and told them to go to bed, so he took Xiao Jian upstairs.

Walking into the bedroom, closing the door, completely cut off the outside world.

Zhang Mu's itching was unbearable, and he had planned to plot something wrong for a long time, but he just wanted to get Xiao Jian to be executed on the spot, but he didn't expect that Xiao Jian would take the lead.

Xiao Jian grabbed Zhang Mu's hand, turned around and pressed him against the door.

He was very strong, the hand holding Zhang Mu was like pig iron, Zhang Mu tried to move, but he couldn't resist at all.

Of course, he didn't think about resisting at all.

"Have you been thinking about me for a long time?" Zhang Mu bent his eyes and said with a big smile: "Just now you pretended to be a gentleman, but now you have revealed your true colors?"

"No pretense." Xiao Jian said.

Zhang Mu suddenly protracted his tone: "Then you are sorry, why are you so thin-skinned? Just now in the car, you can do whatever you want, who dares to stop you?"

He's just good at talking.

That's all for now, but if Xiao Jian really wanted to do something just now, he might be the one who didn't do it first.

After all, Zhang Mu is not that thick-skinned.

"I don't want to do anything."

"Are you sure?" Zhang Mu stepped forward a little bit, closing the distance between the two of them even more, and asked meaningfully: "Then what are you doing? I can feel it."

Xiao Jian finally couldn't bear it anymore, and sternly blocked Zhang Mu's nagging mouth.

Zhang Mu still wanted to say something, but under Xiao Jian's kiss, all of them turned into fragmented hesitation.

Then those faltering sounds also disappeared, Zhang Mu hugged Xiao Jian back, the two embraced tightly, kissed intimately, and moved towards the bed tacitly.

Zhang Mu was pressed on the bed, he raised his head, and through the hazy moonlight reflected from the window, he saw Xiao Jian's eyes full of surging desire.

The next day, both of them went to bed late as a matter of course. Fortunately, it was Saturday and they didn't have to go to work.

The curtains by the window were not closed, and the dazzling sunlight came in from the outside and sprinkled on the bedding.

Zhang Mu rubbed his eyes, woke up in a daze, and still hugged Xiao Jian tightly, as if treating him like a large humanoid pillow.

Xiao Jian also cooperated, although he woke up early, but in order to let Zhang Mu get a good night's sleep, he still lay down and didn't move much.

Zhang Mu was confused for a few seconds, then his attention was focused on Xiao Jian.

He looked at Xiao Jian with a smile, rested his head on his chest, and rubbed it coquettishly, and caressed Xiao Jian's increasingly strong and perfect muscles with his hands.

Xiao Jian's mood was disturbed by being touched, and he quickly grabbed Zhang Mu's hand, and said in a slightly low voice: "Don't make trouble, get up."

Zhang Mu wraps hands and feet around Xiao Jian, coquettishly like a big baby, "I still want to sleep, I don't want to get up."

"Then you go on sleeping, I'll get up first."

Xiao Jian was hugged tightly by Zhang Mu, and he had no choice but to leave.

Hearing this, Zhang Mu hugged him even tighter: "I want you to sleep with me."

He obviously had ulterior motives, and his arms around Xiao Jian always tried to go where he shouldn't go, and even the phone ringing several times by the bedside was ruthlessly ignored.

Xiao Jian was a little helpless, and reminded: "Your phone is ringing."

"So early, who will call me?" Zhang Mu didn't take it seriously, "It must be a harassing call, don't worry about it."

Xiao Jian had no choice but to stretch his arms to get the phone.

Picking it up and looking at it, he immediately became serious. It was Zhang Mu's father who called.

"Your dad's phone number." Xiao Jian quickly pressed Zhang Mu who was on fire wantonly, sat up and said.

Zhang Mu was stunned for a moment, then realized in an instant, he was not in the mood to tease him anymore, he quickly cleared his throat, quickly adjusted his mood and connected the phone.

"Hi, Dad." He answered the channel.

Zhang Weiqian on the other end was still confused: "What are you doing? Why did it take so long to pick up? What time is it? You haven't woken up yet?"

Xiao Jian was close and heard what Zhang Mu's father asked, so he looked at Zhang Mu with a half-smile, with an expression that had nothing to do with me.

Zhang Mu felt a little guilty: "I don't have to go to work today. Dad, are you looking for me for something?"

"En." Zhang Weiqian said: "I discussed it with your mother, and I plan to come to City A in two days, so let me tell you first."

He and Han Qin had planned to come a long time ago, but every time the plan was made, there were always delays. In addition, Han Qin was sick some time ago, so it was delayed until now.

"Well, okay." Zhang Mu was naturally very happy when his father said he was coming, and after thinking about it, he asked, "Mom, is she all right?"

"It's nothing, it's just a cold and a cold, and it's much better after taking the medicine." Zhang Weiqian said.

"That's good." Zhang Mu felt relieved, and then asked his parents when they were going to come over, and said that he and Xiao Jian would go to the airport to pick them up.

"You don't need to pick it up." Zhang Weiqian said: "You are all busy, don't delay your business. You send me the address, and your mother and I will take a taxi and go there."

How could Zhang Mu let them take a taxi, and going to the airport would not waste much time.

He persuaded left and right, and finally succeeded in persuading his father, agreeing to pick them up at the airport then.

Zhang Mu's parents are coming soon, Zhang Mu and Xiao Jian have no other thoughts, after all there are still many things to do.

It was the first time for his parents to come here, and it was also the first time to meet Peipei, and this time they came, they must also meet Xiao Jian's parents.

It is also a very important event that the parents of both sides meet formally for the first time.

Of course, Xiao Jian will be responsible for talking to Xiao Jian's parents.

Xiao Jian's parents and his own are reasonable and easy-going people, and Zhang Mu is not very worried about this meeting. Of course, nervousness is inevitable.

Peipei played with his grandparents in the old house, and was brought back by the driver in the evening with a toy duck in his arms.

That toy is very valuable at first glance, the workmanship is fine, and it can walk and croak, which is very novel to children.

Zhang Mu was a little surprised, looked at the toy, and asked Peipei: "Who gave this to you?"

Peipei held his father's hand, and obediently replied, "Uncle Lin gave it to you." He also emphasized, "I didn't want it, but he insisted on giving it to me."

The uncle Lin that Peipei mentioned was Lin Chen.

Lin Chen tried many times to get Peipei to call him brother, but all failed.

Zhang Mu remained calm and asked with a smile, "Did you say thank you?"

"Say it." Peipei pursed her mouth and said a little aggrieved: "He still touches my head, I don't like letting him touch my head."

Zhang Mu rubbed Peipei's hair, and said amusedly, "Why?"

Peipei thought about it, but he couldn't figure out why, but he just didn't like it. He always felt that Uncle Lin looked at him strangely, which made him a little scared.

For him, this dislike is simply a child's intuition of an adult's emotions.

But children's intuition is sometimes the most real.