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At night, Mu Chu turned his back to Yan Muqi and lay on his side by the window.

When Yan Muqi came out of the bathroom, he saw Mu Chu's slightly thin back exposed outside the quilt, and he could vaguely see the protruding shoulder blades.

Yan Muqi turned off the main light in the bedroom, went to bed with his arms around Mu Chu's waist, and breathed on Mu Chu's neck one by one.

In the baby cradle beside him, Yan Sichu slept very soundly.

Mu Chu gently pushed away Yan Muqi's hand on his waist, "I'm a little tired today, I don't want to do it." Then he pulled the quilt on his side and wrapped his shoulder in it.

Yan Muqi looked at the tightly packed person in front of him, with a trace of unhappiness flashing across his eyes, he reached out his hand irritably and pressed the button of the small desk lamp that was still on.

Just when Mu Chu was in a daze, Yan Muqi suddenly spoke from behind.

"The window is open, do you feel cold?"

As soon as this sentence was asked, even Yan Muqi was stunned, and laughed dryly belatedly.

"I've closed the window, so it won't be cold." Mu Chu forced himself not to think about who Yan Muqi was speaking to. He was trying hard to control himself and let himself slowly approach his former self. .

Just a little closer, just a little closer, and Yan Muqi will forget everything else.

"...Mmm." Yan Muqi let out a sigh that he couldn't even hear, and retracted the hand that originally wanted to hug Mu Chu to sleep together.

I don't know how long I was there, but Yan Muqi kept his eyes closed, and the things in his mind popped out one after another.From the first meeting between him and Mu Chu to the last meeting with Wen Jingcheng, every brother's scene seems to have happened just now, and he seems to be able to remember the details clearly.

Yan Muqi was even in the mood to laugh at himself. If he had known that his memory was so good, he should have gone to Stanford University in the United States. Maybe he could be a genius.

When Yan Muqi was enjoying himself, Mu Chu turned over and hugged Yan Muqi.

"Hey, Yan Muqi. Are you not going to want me now, but I want to change." Mu Chu buried his face in Yan Muqi's arms, "I don't want to be like this either, I don't want Wen Jingcheng to die either."

Yan Muqi felt the wetness on his arm and didn't move.Mu Chu must have thought that he was asleep, that's why he said such words to him.

"You said that no matter what happens, I will get rid of you first among the two of us. You can't count your words." Mu Chu hugged Yan Muqi's arm and rubbed it again and again.The fragility and softness that had not been seen for a long time were fully revealed at this moment.

Yan Muqi pretended to be asleep and turned over, reaching out to take Mu Chu into his arms.

"I told you in advance, if we want to break up at that time, I must be the one who proposes to break up and dump you."

How did we break up.

No matter, anyway, if I dump you, it can't be you dumping me.

Isn't this already pre-determined? How could I get rid of you? 』

Yan Muqi hugged Mu Chu's hand tightly, feeling uncomfortable in his heart.

Everything is different from before, the relationship between the two people, their personalities, and their feelings for each other.And now there are two lives between the two people, his wife and his child who is about to be born.

Just because Mu Chu changed, can Wen Jingcheng be returned to him?Mu Chu has changed, what happened will change?

Yan's mother once said that Yan Muqi was very caring and never cared who you were.But now Yan Muqi, looking at Mu Chu, has long lost the warmth of the past, as if living with him is just a reproductive tool for him to give birth to a child.

Because he was bored, he was happy to accompany Mu Chu to play the "you love me, I love you" play house game.When everything is pushed to a peak, Yan Muqi will let go of his hand without hesitation, and let Mu Chu fall alone.

...In this case, why don't you let him go...

Qin Ling's words would pop into his mind from time to time, Wen Jingcheng abandoned him so resolutely and left, how could he let it go.

He, Yan Muqi, wanted Wen Jingcheng to be talked about all the time even if he died, and he couldn't forget him even after drinking Mengpo soup.It's best to remember that he lives forever and ever.

In this way, will Wen Jingcheng come back to find her to settle accounts, and will he be able to make up for the mistakes he made.

(My mother ran her inner os: Bah, I can't! Our little Chengzi won't forgive you! You big pig's trotter, go with Mu Chu!

Stepmother Ran: Hey hey hey hey I still count on you to continue to torture and abuse!)