I'm fierce, I'm aggressive

Mu Chen was thinking about where to find Xing Wen after he got in, but the God-man was right in front of him.

His arms are now tightly wrapped around Xing Wen's neck, and their bodies are forced to stick together seamlessly, lips to lips.

Before he had time to react to the situation, Mu Chen was punched in the head and face!

Hold?

Xing Wen exploded completely, grabbed Mu Chen's wrist with one hand and pressed upwards, the punch just barely landed on Mu Chen's eyes.

The man hid and reacted quickly.

"I told you not to touch..." Before I could say a word, Mu Chen's fist came down.

Xing Wen didn't expect at all that Mu Chen's punch was obviously merciless, it was so sharp that he didn't even have time to feel the pain, and he fell back.

But he grabbed Mu Chen's wrist.

"Xing Wen!" Mu Chen roared angrily.

Xing Wen exerted all his strength, turned over sharply by relying on the angle, and successfully pushed Mu Chen under him before landing.

Before fully pressing down, Xing Wen supported the ground with his left hand. After all, Mu Chen's leg was still bare, and he hadn't fallen in the right position yet, and opened it wide.

He was panting badly, and he didn't know if it was from anger, or because he hadn't fisted anyone for a long time.

Mu Chen grabbed him by the collar with one hand, stared at him fiercely, and panted.

The two of them stared at each other face to face for three seconds, like a halftime break, who gave the next punch first in a tacit understanding.

"You're fucking sick!" Mu Chen rolled over on the ground, put his knee on Xing Wen's stomach, and searched for pants to wear.

"You're the only fucking sick!" Xing Wen was furious.

This beating was too painful, if it wasn't for the fasting, he would have vomited all over the floor!

Mu Chen picked up his underwear and trousers along the way and ran quickly. Xing Wen chased him all the way to the kitchen. The other party quickly pulled the sliding door from the inside and locked it.

"Come out!" Xing Wen slapped the glass hard.

The sound may not be able to pass in, but the appearance is hideous.

But after a few shots, he felt like a pervert peeping at other people's pants.

Mu Chen turned his back and put on his trousers in a leisurely manner. While putting on his belt, he looked back at Xing Wen and pointed to the corner of his mouth.

Xing Wen touched it subconsciously, and the corner of his right mouth that had just been beaten was hot and numb, and it was bleeding after the skin was broken.

"Come out!" Xing Wen kicked the door directly.

In the past, this kind of behavior of punching and kicking the boss would only dare to rehearse in his heart, but now the Mu Chen in front of him is no longer the Mu Fox who would squeeze him and deduct his salary...

They met eyes.

Mu Chen behind the glass door smiled, hooked his fingers at him, and said "Come on".

As if it was the appearance he was used to in the past, Xing Wen was suddenly stunned.

Such a stalemate was not an option, Xing Wen simply walked back to the living room, and the phone rang as soon as he sat down.

It was the call from "Boss Xie". Xing Wen recalled the call log he had just flipped through. They also had a conversation two days ago.

"Hello." The corner of Xing Wen's mouth twitched.

"Mr. Xing, happy wedding." As soon as the other party spoke, Xing Wen wanted to hang up his phone.

Boss Xie obviously didn't notice anything unusual about him, and continued: "Two days ago, you reserved a river view booth at the shop to celebrate your one-week wedding anniversary with Mr. Mu..."

Anniversary?What kind of love-brained husband and wife with money and idle time!

Xing Wen held the phone in one hand, saw Mu Chen open the sliding door, and went upstairs silently, Xing Wen didn't move.

It's not that I lost my anger, but that I couldn't move anymore.

"...Let's confirm tonight's menu with you again. The starters are salmon tartare, oil-confined sweet-scented osmanthus duck salad..." Boss Xie began to report the names of the dishes slowly.

At this time, the body began to feel a deep sense of hunger, and Xing Wen reckoned that he had suffered from hypoglycemia.

Others suffer from hypoglycemia, dizziness, flustered and nausea, and when he has hypoglycemia, his temper becomes irritable.

"...That's all the above. Is there any mistake or omission?" Boss Xie asked respectfully.

"No." Xing Wen said.

"That's it. At seven o'clock tonight, Twilight welcomes you both." After finishing speaking, the phone hung up.

Mu Chen went downstairs, the wound around his eye had been treated, he threw the medicine box on the table without saying a word, and left again.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Twilight Western Restaurant.

The two people with their own faces ignored each other, and Boss Xie personally led them in, compensating for the embarrassing smiles along the way.

Originally, Xing Wen wanted to cancel the reservation, after all, he really didn't have the mind to have a commemorative dinner with Mu Chen, but he finally came.

I came here first because I was moved by the menu that Boss Xie read, and then I wanted to find a place to ensure that he and Mu Chen would not fight again, and talk about the divorce in peace.

The booked booth is near the river, with a wide view, and the shadows of urban buildings can only be seen after a long distance.

In the previous world, Xing Wen came to this store to discuss business with Mu Chen, and the land price was very expensive, and a meal could cover several months of his salary.

"Mr. Mu is very busy with work, I heard that he just flew back from Paris yesterday?" Boss Xie had nothing to say.

Mu Chen frowned, but didn't respond.

"Oh, as Xingwen's number one fashion model, I saw her with clear eyebrows and a handsome figure today..." Boss Xie looked carefully at Xing Wen as he said.

Xing Wen almost went crazy from laughing.

What the hell, did he hear correctly?

Boss Mu in the past has become a model under his own company in this world?

Mu Chen probably never dreamed about it, but one day he will have to pose under the camera.

"Thank you, it's all thanks to someone who dared to think." Mu Chen smiled gently.

After serving the appetizers, Boss Xie no longer accompanied him.

The independent river view booth is very quiet, there are almost no other customers around, and you can only see rows of ordinary double booths in the store from a distance.

Neither disturbed nor overly deserted.

Xing Wen and Mu Chen sat facing each other, neither said a word nor started to eat.

Seeing the familiar face opposite, Xing Wen really didn't know how to write "peace of mind".

"How do I feel..." Xing Wen said, "You look like a different person."

Mu Chen was taken aback, lowered his head and drank some red wine, and asked casually, "What was I like before?"

He didn't know much about Mu Chen, who didn't know much about this world, and his mind was full of memories of that forced kiss today.

"By the way, you called my name today." Xing Wen remembered.

He didn't know if his judgment was correct, but he always felt that...the Mu Chen in front of him and the Mu Chen he saw at the door of his house were somehow inconsistent.

"When people are angry, they always call their names." Mu Chen smiled: "Then what do you like me to call you?"

Xing Wen didn't make a sound, he was very familiar with this kind of laughter, having seen it thousands of times.

"Baby? Brother?" Mu Chen shouted each word, raised his head to meet his gaze: "It's still...husband."

Xing Wen stood up awkwardly.

The bottom of my heart seemed to be passed by an electric current, and my limbs were sore and numb at the moment.

"Let's get a divorce." Xing Wen said.

"I refuse." Mu Chen said immediately.

Xing Wen wanted to speak again, but was interrupted by a scream that resounded through the store.

"Ah—it's on fire—" A woman quickly got up from the ordinary booth.

The fire started quickly, and the fire was so fierce that the whole store fell into a panic in an instant.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Mu Chen: It is said that dreams are a reflection of people's subconscious mind. Tell me, what do you think when you look at me, so that I can become a...model.

Xing Wen: I didn't think about anything, but it was black swimming trunks and white socks, blindfolded with tears and moles.

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