I'm fierce, I'm aggressive

Mu Chen's head was still dizzy, and he touched the back with his hands with difficulty.

"Ah," Xing Wen nodded knowingly, "The doctor just came and gave you an injection to reduce fever."

In the dark room with the lights turned off, Mu Chen's expression suddenly became very strange.

"You..." It took Mu Chen a long while to speak, "My pants...have you seen them?"

Xing Wen didn't think it was anything at first, but he still couldn't help laughing at Mu Chen's shocking and embarrassing reaction.

"Well, I picked it up." Xing Wen said, "Your tattoo is quite girly."

"That's a birthmark!" Mu Chen exploded immediately, "You fucking tattooed your fart...!"

Xing Wen couldn't help laughing: "How did I know that birthmarks can grow into heart shapes?"

"There are people with birthmarks that look like dogs' heads!" After Mu Chen yelled, he began to cough, and he sat up from the cough.

"..." Xing Wen looked at him for a while, and suddenly realized something was wrong: "You didn't show me that birthmark?"

They are a newlywed couple, how can I say that they should have seen it long ago...

"...No." Mu Chen lay back silently, with his face slightly turned to the other side, "Did you forget, you really like...me on the front."

Xing Wen's body froze, while Mu Chen's heart collapsed, but he chose to continue writing: "Looking at the face... it's very touching, and it's that... very deep."

When Mu Chen said this, in order to increase his persuasiveness, he turned his face away, and as a result, both of them could read embarrassment in each other's eyes.

"...Let's change the subject." Xing Wen said.

"En." Mu Chen replied, put the back of his right hand on his forehead, and fell silent.

"Is it still burning?" Xing Wen glanced at Mu Chen's angular elbow, "I'm sorry I drove you out of the car today. When my blood sugar was low, my temper was very violent. In junior high... The table was lifted down from the third floor."

Yes, everyone at school has been afraid of him since then.

"Then I should be glad you didn't throw me out of the car with your own hands." Mu Chen smiled and turned his body to his side, "Are you hungry? I'm starving to death."

The two of them originally planned to drive out to eat tonight, but after arguing and tossing, they missed their meal order.

Xing Wen thought for a while, said "wait a while", and went straight out.

After he went downstairs for half an hour, two bowls of hot porridge came up. When he opened the door, Mu Chen was lying on his stomach playing with his mobile phone, maybe his butt hurts.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and the light from the phone screen made Mu Chen's face bright.

"Aren't you afraid of going blind?" Xing Wen raised his hand to turn on the small lamp in the room.

"I'm married to you." Mu Chen stuffed his phone under the pillow and sat up, "What did you cook?"

"It's nothing, it's just ordinary lean meat porridge." Xing Wen had already cooled the porridge with cold water, and brought it directly to Mu Chen.

Mu Chen didn't answer and glanced at him.

"Why? I won't feed you even if I spend money to install a robotic arm here." Xing Wen said.

"No," Mu Chen took it, "I was thinking that you are quite suitable to be a husband."

"Ah?" Xing Wen almost flipped the other bowl.

Mu Chen laughed while holding the bowl, the porridge was bumped in the bowl.Xing Wen realized that the other party was joking, pulled over the chair and sat down.

The lean meat porridge is very light, but the taste is very delicious, and the heat is just right, and there is a pleasant feeling of satiety.

Xing Wen drank a few sips and glanced at Mu Chen. Mu Chen was holding the bowl and drinking it spoon by spoon, with his eyes downcast and very quiet, not even the sound of the spoon clinking against the bowl.

Just like Mu Chen who is the boss, he doesn't speak when eating or drinking, and he has the aura of a wealthy family all over his body.

But it was hard to hide the fact that he was hungry and panicked. Within 5 minutes, Xing Wen watched Mu Chen drink the porridge to the bottom, and put down the spoon to sweep him away.

"No more," Xing Wen took the empty bowl, "I still have two mouthfuls..."

"Is it so difficult at home already?" Mu Chen's longing eyes silently moved away from the "two bites" in Xing Wen's bowl.

Xing Wen reckoned, he has been in this world for a week, except for the day when his parents came to live, he has never seen what Mu Chen eats...

The case was solved, it was this man who emptied the refrigerator at home.

"By the way," Xing Wen drank the remaining two mouthfuls of porridge, and put together the empty bowls and spoons. "I decided to try the work of Barcelona."

Mu Chen looked at him, quite surprised, "I thought you were going to push him away."

"Since you can't change the facts, you can only adapt." Xing Wen said, "I'm afraid everyone will be disappointed if the shooting is done. Maybe we need to spend more time in advance to prepare, find the right camera, lens, and composition angle..."

"Just practice with me, I'll accompany you." After Mu Chen blurted out, both of them were stunned.

"Are you serious?" Xing Wen looked at him.

It is true that there is someone who can use it to practice hands, but it is estimated that he has never thought in his life that one day he will be able to play with Mu Fox under his camera.

"There is an old star... the number one fashion model under his banner will be your material..." Mu Chen smiled, "Are you still worried about not being able to photograph others?"

On the next Friday, the "Zoom Love Poetry" photography exhibition was officially launched.

It was quite cold, but there were so many people queuing up to see the exhibition, which completely exceeded Xing Wen's imagination.

Thinking of these people making an appointment two or three weeks in advance to see his previous fragmentary photographs, Xing Wen still feels embarrassed deep down in his heart.

"Come to Teacher Xing, drink some water first." Su Xi took the time to pass mineral water to him after busy work, "I won't be able to relax after it starts."

"Thank you, would you like to take a break?" Xing Wen put the water on the table.

"It's okay, I'm used to running around." Su Xi said, "Why didn't Mr. Mu come today?"

There are several stacks of commemorative handbooks in front of Xing Wen. He has been sitting here since an hour ago, signing his name on each handbook, "He...has a cold."

After one stack was signed, Xing Wen reached out to take it down, and inadvertently saw Su Xi looking at him with a meaningful smile.

"It's not what you think." Xing Wen said.

Su Xile ran away, and Xing Wen had no other choice. After nine o'clock, the exhibition hall opened to welcome the first batch of guests.

Although the current has been limited according to the time period, Xing Wen sat in the notch area entering the exhibition hall in person, almost watching the crowd rushing up at this moment.

"Hello, Mr. Xing, I really like your photography works!" This is the first hand stretched out.

"...Thank you." Xing Wen reluctantly shook hands, and handed over the packaged brochures and gifts.

As a result, everyone found that they could shake hands, and all seven or eight hands were stretched out at once, and no one walked into the exhibition hall at all.

"Happy wedding, Ms. Xing! Will you be honeymooning with Mu Mu after the photography exhibition is over?"

"Mr. Xing, I just bought a Nikon D5 two days ago, and my husband thinks I chose the wrong one..."

"I look forward to your cooperation with Barcelona Films!"

Xing Wen held it up with one hand and passed on the gift with the other: "Thank you no, choose what you like, thank you."

This was simply a simple consultation meeting. Xing Wen was really powerless to complain about the arrangement of the art museum, and the people who came later were still jostling at this moment——

A tall and thin brother was pushed and staggered, and directly rushed to the table in front of Xing Wen.

Xing Wen stepped back reflexively, and the poor brother slammed his face hard on a brochure that Xing Wen had just signed.

The ink was still wet, and the brother raised his head with pain on his face, and Xing Wenqi's extremely ugly signature was printed on his face miserably.

Xing Wen tried his best to hold back his laughter at first, but after seeing that face clearly, an indescribable strange feeling came to his heart.

The author has something to say: I am on the list, and I am grateful to the angels who have supported me all the way.

Finally, according to the routine, we have come to the step where the big black shoots the little white, so how should we shoot~(￣▽￣～)~