Spoiled stand-in escapes

After getting along for a few years, people often think that they know a person well.

However, in fact, reality always slaps people in the face, just like Shu Wenqing at the moment.

What kind of man is this?Noble, excellent, always at ease and never out of control, words like flattery and dog legs can only be placed on Lang Ziyu, and have nothing to do with him at all.

Of course, these adjectives are all before, and at this moment, he is using all his drama cells to explain how miserable and pitiful it is for their father and daughter to sleep on the street.

"Brother, please tell me the password for us to enter the door. I will take the baby to see my mother. Our father and daughter are too miserable. Now we are sitting downstairs and blowing the air."

Wen Jian couldn't understand at all, why a person who was several years older than him was so embarrassed to call his brother, without feeling awkward at all.

"You can stay with your baby at your home, or in a hotel."

The person on the other end of the phone immediately rejected Wen Jian's proposal, "No! The three of us must be closely united!"

Wen Jian frowned even more, "It's too late for you to say that, I haven't seen you want to unite closely in the past two years."

"Brother, I was wrong. You don't look at the monk's face to look at the Buddha's face. For the sake of the baby, you have to help us. Baby, it's uncle on the phone, come say hello to uncle."

A soft and sweet "啾周" came through the mobile phone, and Wen Jian's heart was pulled.

"How is Xingchen? Did you take good care of her?"

Shu Wenqing's heart skipped a beat over there, Xingchen~ It turns out that my daughter's name is Xingchen, and my Chacha really knows how to name her.

"Brother, don't worry, I asked someone to drive three large RVs over, and called the confinement wife, who just finished feeding the baby."

Three large RVs?Wen Jian thought about the picture of the eldest son of the Shu family sleeping on the street, almost rolled her eyes, and said: "I have nothing to help you, you can do it yourself." Then hung up the phone.

Gu Ciyuan blinked obediently, and tried his best to set off that bastard Shu Wenqing.

"Jane, let them handle their affairs by themselves. Give me another chance and let me take care of you and the child, okay?"

When a person loves someone, he can't hide the look in his eyes.

Wen Jian confirmed the deep love in Gu Ciyuan's eyes, wanted to fall into his arms, but was unwilling, so he had to think of a compromise.

"I live in this room, you go out to live in another room, you are not allowed to come in without my permission, and you are not allowed to touch me!"

"Jane, I..."

"Otherwise, I'll go straight back to Hengdian, and you can figure it out."

Although he was reluctant and eager to love his wife, Gu Ciyuan finally compromised and retreated from the room because he chose the lesser of two evils.

As soon as he left, Wen Jian quickly unlocked the door from the inside, took a deep breath of the air in the room, and a faint glow appeared on her face.

Walking a few steps quickly, he jumped onto the bed, hugged Gu Ciyuan's pillow, rolled over and over under the quilt, he seemed to be alive again.

At 06:30 in the evening, Wen Jian came out of the bedroom and went to the kitchen to stew wax gourd and corn pork ribs soup and steamed fragrant rice.

Since he left, the clean pot and cold stove, which had never been used again, immediately gave off a warm smoke.

Gu Ciyuan was sitting in the study and working, smelling a scent from the kitchen, the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.

It's just a little taste, but it seems to wrap him up and soak him in endless happiness. Only in this way can people feel happy to be alive.

He tapped the keyboard quickly, and his thoughts, which had been stuck for several days, suddenly flowed like a spring, and he knew everything with the help of a god.

When he heard the sound of bowls and chopsticks clashing from downstairs, Gu Ciyuan rolled up his sleeves and went downstairs without waiting for Wen Jian to call him.

"Like, are you making ribs?"

Wen Jian ignored him, and put a small casserole and rice on the table.

Gu Ciyuan walked in and saw the small portion of food, he couldn't help being a little puzzled: "Jian Jian, this is not enough."

Wen Jian pulled the stool away, scooped up a spoonful of pork rib soup and put it into her mouth, "I think it's enough for me."

"What about me?" Gu, wronged, pitiful, Ci Yuan asked sincerely.

The person who ate well blinked his eyes twice, "Why do you ask me what you eat?"

Gu Ciyuan: ...

"If you are interested in my dinner and want to grab it, then I will give it to you. Anyway, this little one in my stomach won't starve to death after a meal or two."

As soon as the man heard this, he dared to make the idea of ​​a small portion of winter melon and corn ribs soup, and quickly said, "You can eat it, you can eat it."

Holding his mobile phone, he miserably ordered the takeaway of wax gourd ribs. Before his takeaway came to the table, Wen Jian had already eaten and drank enough, packed up the dishes and went back to the room.

Gu Ciyuan opened the takeaway with an unhappy face, sat alone on the dining table, and delivered it to his mouth mouthful.

The next day when Gu Ciyuan went out to do some errands, Wen Jian slept soundly on the familiar big bed for the first time.

After waking up, he simply made some food to fill his stomach, then got into the bed again, greedily inhaling the unique smell of Gu Ciyuan in the bed.

Because of the excellent lighting in the bedroom, the sun is shining every day, so the smell is a bit too weak.

Wen Jian opened Gu Ciyuan's closet with dissatisfaction, and got in with her bare feet. The feeling of sitting in a pile of clothes was really amazing.

He simply emptied the clothes in the closet and piled them all on the bed, forming a pile of hills.

Human nature is greedy, if you don't read it when you don't have any, and you can't help wanting more after a little bit of sweetness.

The smell of every piece of washed clothes is very weak, and he is always unsatisfied. The person wrapped in the pile of clothes suddenly remembered the dirty clothes basket at home, and then jumped up from the pile of hills, naked His feet ran to the laundry room.

Huh~ Fortunately, Gu Ciyuan hasn't had time to wash yesterday's clothes.

He picked up the whole body of clothes one by one, from head to toe without falling off at all, but carried them back to his bed like a baby, tore off his uncomfortable jeans and sweater, and carried Gu Ciyuan The shirt was put on his body.

There are also socks, um...underpants too, and the black underpants are tied to the crocodile doll that Gu Ciyuan loved when he was a child, brought back from the old house of the Gu family.

After making good use of everything, Wen Jian was content to hug his little crocodile and crawl into the hill made of clothes.

Closing his eyes, he fell asleep contentedly.

He is like a cat lying on the side of the heater in winter, lazy and affectionate, and he is extremely comfortable and satisfied.