I'm fierce, I'm aggressive

The sound of water in the bathroom can be clearly heard, and the small orange lights with warm light are lit in the boat house.

Xing Wen sat on the head of the bed, changed into buttoned pajamas, and looked down at the photos taken today on the tablet.

Although his eyes were staring, he actually didn't pay much attention to it. After looking through it for a long time, he didn't have any plan to edit the picture in his mind.

With his heart beating like crazy, Xing Wen threw the tablet on the bed, and after getting out of bed, he opened the French door leading to the plywood outside the boat house, blowing the sea breeze.

As a natural gay who is not dull, he is very clear about what happened to Mu Chen just now.

It's not uncommon for guns to go off. What's embarrassing is that after hearing Mu Chen's voice, he also reacted together.

At that time, he was wearing such a pair of boxer briefs, which could be seen clearly at a glance.

It's so embarrassing.

Xing Wen closed the door, just in time to hear the sound of Mu Chen opening the bathroom door.

"I haven't slept yet." Mu Chen walked out as if nothing had happened, and climbed onto the bed as if nothing had happened just now.

"The bed is mine! I just lay down first!" Xing Wen turned his head.

Mu Chen climbed halfway, stepped back and smiled: "Are you a primary school student, why don't you embroider your name on it?"

Xing Wen didn't speak, Mu Chen's psychological quality is really good, and now he is calm and can open his mouth to hurt him, as expected of the iron man Mu Huhu.

"The bed is yours. I can't let the wounded sleep on the sofa." Mu Chen looked around the room, "Where's your milk powder?"

"What milk..." Xing Wen immediately realized, "What are you doing in the suitcase?"

"Of course it's milk to coax you to go to bed early," Mu Chen said in a slightly awkward tone, "Our teacher Xing is a baby."

"You don't need to rush, I have enough with one hand." Xing Wen was not very happy, and dragged his milk powder out of the suitcase.

What happened to the milk?It is medically proven that a glass of milk before going to bed can significantly improve the quality of sleep.

"Are you angry? I'm sorry I was wrong," Mu Chen quickly raised his hand and walked over, "I didn't mean to laugh at you, I used to drink milk before going to bed."

"Needless to say, I know it happened before you were three years old." A tic-tac-toe exploded on Xing Wen's head.

Mu Chen almost fell to the ground laughing, and finally grabbed the milk powder, "Sit down, I will help you make the milk every night until your hands are ready."

When Mu Chen said this, his eyes were still lowered, showing the appearance in the bathroom just now, Xing Wen suddenly shook his head.

Then Mu Chen raised his head seriously: "Where's the bottle, husband?"

Xing Wen picked up the pillow and threw it at him, Mu Chen burst out laughing.

The milk that Mu Chen made was particularly substandard, the water was so weak that it was like drinking white water, and it was still hot.

If Xing Wen knew that this was the first time in Mu Chen's life that he personally served others, he might lower his standards a little.

The two of them turned off the lights and went to bed after midnight, and Xing Wen thought that he should ask about the "passing by" in the past, but then he thought that Mu Chen didn't specifically mention it, and what he was talking about was not necessarily the one in his memory.

To put it bluntly, Mu Chen cannot be the Mu Chen of the original world, unless he was also hit by a car.

Xing Wen was very tired at the moment, but after he fell asleep, the injury on his shoulder started to hurt, burning like fire.

It should be like a car accident. It is said that many people were injured and couldn't sleep because of the pain that night.

But Xing Wen reluctantly fell asleep, and had a long-lost dream. He has basically never had a dream since he came to this world.

In the dream, there was a sea of ​​swords and flames, and the burning flames fell to the ground. Xing Wen ran all the way, and the smell of blood permeated all the places he ran, following him like a shadow.

It was dark, scary, depressing, and then the sound of the car going away.

"Xing Wen, Xing Wen..." a voice called him.

Xing Wen's heart was beating extremely fast, he finally woke up from the dream, and saw Mu Chen's face in a daze.

Mu Chen was half-riding on the edge of the bed, frowning, obviously frightened by his appearance: "What's wrong with you?"

Xing Wen was stunned for a while, then found himself covered in cold sweat, sat up slowly, and said in a hoarse voice, "I had a nightmare."

"...What did you dream about?" Mu Chen asked.

Xing Wen shook his head and lay back down again. He couldn't remember the details of the dream, but he was still terrified.

Mu Chen stood in place for a while, then simply climbed onto the bed, pulled his quilt back and got in, Xing Wen didn't resist, and silently made room on the other side of the bed.

"What are you looking for?" Mu Chen saw that Xing Wen's hands had been groping on the bed.

"Mobile phone." Xing Wen's voice was still a little trembling, "I pinch something...so I can fall asleep."

"Don't look for it," Mu Chen reached out and grabbed Xing Wen's hand, "Go to sleep, it's okay."

Xing Wen was actually so sleepy that he didn't have a clear consciousness. The moment Mu Chen grabbed his hand, he suddenly felt a huge sense of security, closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

The two were lying face to face, Mu Chen heard Xing Wen's breathing gradually became even, he was relieved but dared not sleep.

It has been two weeks since they entered the dream. Zhang Chengbin said that fifteen days in the dream is equal to one day in reality. He wants to wake Xing Wen from the dream within two days, which means that there are still fifteen days left.

There are strange things and mysteries everywhere, and the dream is a reflection of reality to a certain extent. From the frequent strange things in the dream, it can be seen that Xing Wen is very likely to have encountered something in the real world.

Xing Wen's being hit may not have been a simple accident at all, and someone who deliberately did evil might appear in a dream...

The problem is that he has always had a photographic memory, and Xing Wen, who has a good memory, doesn't seem to remember anything, which is the most puzzling.

Mu Chen kept frowning and just stared at the other person's face all night.

The next day, the morning sun came in through the french door and shone on Xing Wen's side face.

Mu Chen carefully pulled the curtains, Xing Wen still woke up, and saw a person sitting on the sofa in the room.

"Good morning, Xiao Xing." Mu Chen's father Mu Chenghai smiled, "Is the injury on your shoulder okay?"

"Uncle...Dad." Xing Wen sat up in embarrassment. After one night, the wound did not hurt so much.

His embarrassment was that he slept with Mu Chen last night, and he didn't know if Mu Chenghai saw it.

"It's too dangerous to run around at night when you're away from home." Mu Chenghai held tea gracefully in one hand, and caressed Mu Chen's fox head with the other: "Fortunately, nothing major happened. I was about to have a heart attack.”

Mu Chen was also sitting beside him with tea, looking in a good mood: "Remember not to tell Mama Xing, Mama Xing's heart can't take it."

Mu Chenghai and Mu Chen are worthy of being father and son, their painting styles are very similar, so sitting side by side, in Xing Wen's eyes, they look like an old and a young fox, but Mu's father has a more mature and stable temperament.

Xing Wen’s impression of Mu Chenghai was when he held parent meetings in high school. Mu Chenghai wore a low-key but expensive suit and ran all the way from the science building to the liberal arts building, just to give Xing Wen, who was the “boss” of No. [-] middle school at that time, Take a sentence.

"Please keep a distance from my family." Mu Chenghai said in a word.

It's a pity that Xing Wen didn't even know who his son was, and didn't say a word to this handsome uncle. The uncle sneered when he parted: "Let's see."

Xing Wen seriously thought for a while that he was going to be dragged up the mountain by people in black clothes to dig his internal organs on the way to and from school.

However, there is no follow-up, just listening to the rumors: "The school girl who is very rich in the family hasn't come to school for a month."

Xing Wen was not interested in gossip back then, and didn't care much about it. Later, he joined Mu Chen's company to work for no reason, and gradually realized what was wrong.

Mu Chenghai passed away.

If he was alive, he would probably be able to vomit a vat of blood if he learned that Xing Wen had become his personal assistant and stayed together 365 days a year.

The author has something to say: the horse will be lost, but the rule is that after the horse is lost, the fox will be forced to retreat QAQ from the dream. You can look forward to how the horse will fall later.

By the way, why did no one think that the fox stone has changed? Am I too dirty? 555