I'm fierce, I'm aggressive

Xing Wen was forced to get up early the next day, got into the car under the gaze of his mother, and went to record the program called "Waiting for You to Come Home".

This is a talk show, each episode invites different newlyweds as guests, and the ratings are not bad.

Along the way, Mu Chen folded his legs and flipped through the script, but Xing Wen was not interested at all, and yawned endlessly.

"Didn't sleep well?" Mu Chen closed the notebook.

"No." Xing Wen wanted to say that when I was working for you, I couldn't sleep.

"Well, it's good..." Mu Chen looked at him for a while, "You can't see dark circles like this."

Xing Wen glanced out of the window, and even through the glass, he could see the obvious difference in skin color between the two.

One black and one white, to have a child is either a zebra or a panda.

Xing Wen snorted, closed his eyes, and the car drove towards the TV station at high speed.

The little coordinator who was in charge of the response was a petite girl. She talked about the precautions and led the two of them to change clothes and put on makeup.

Mu Chen finished first, then went to the next door to take a look at Xing Wen.

Xing Wen changed into a white shirt and sat there, looking at himself in the mirror with dark eyes.

The costumer was in a hurry to put on a black coat for him, and the little coordinator hinted frantically at the side: "It's too fierce! It's too scary! Change it quickly!"

So the coat was handed back and forth, and Xing Wen changed seven colors in just a few minutes.

"How about..." Xing Wen suddenly turned his head away.

"Ah!" The costumer was taken aback, "Or... what?"

"It's nothing." Xing Wen turned his head away, knowing that he was scaring people again.

"Change him to that light gray one," Mu Chen's voice came from behind, "He looks handsome in gray."

When Xing Wen turned his head, Mu Chen was standing by the door wearing a very casual dark coat, and inside was a somewhat fancy wine red shirt.

"Ahhh gray! You can have gray!" The costumer hurriedly called for someone to get the clothes.

The one I brought was gray with a grid in the base color, and it was really suitable to replace it, and it even made the whole person a little...gentle.

"As expected of a husband, I know the other person's best looks." The little coordinator said.

"Actually, he looks best with his shirt off," Mu Chen smiled, "but I don't want to show it to others."

Xing Wenru was struck by lightning, Mu Chen finished talking and left, and the rest of the little coordination blushed and covered their faces: "Ah, this love is so damn sweet."

This show is different from a reality show, it is recorded and broadcast, and Xing Wen read the script before going up.

The two sat side by side on the soft sofa, and the two hosts, a man and a woman, sat across from each other. The director called out to start.

The form was like a small talk, but most of the questions asked by the host were in the script. Mu Chen had someone write down the answers in advance, and Xing Wen only had to read them according to the stick.

Hostess: "Who usually cooks at home?"

Mu Chen showed a smirk: "I usually do it. Lao Xing often goes out to collect materials due to work reasons. I especially enjoy the process of cooking for my beloved and waiting for him to come home."

Shit, he just overcooked the supper two days ago and broke the plate.

Male host: "Mr. Xing, which moment does the other party make you feel the most excited?"

Xing Wen remained expressionless: "Every moment, as long as I'm still alive... If I have to say it, he is the first person I see when I open my eyes every day. This kind of moment makes my heart move the most."

Damn, what kind of peerless nightmare is this? I'd be scared to death just thinking about it.

Hostess: "Then it was recently reported on the Internet that the two of you had a conflict..."

Finally, when the key question was reached, Mu Chen took Xing Wen's hand calmly: "It's all fake. Lao Xing and I have never had a quarrel. It's nonsense to fight, right, Lao Xing."

Mu Chen tightened his fingers to pinch him, Xing Wen pinched him back in pain, raised his head and read: "Yes, the baby has such a beautiful face, how can I bear it."

Fake couples, send fake sugar online.

During the rest of the "chat", the two kept holding hands tightly, pinching each other's fingers until the backs of their hands were all red, and the recording ended.

Xing Wen was physically and mentally exhausted, and he didn't feel his hands until he got in the car home.

"Can you stop holding grudges like this?" Xing Wen shook his hand, doubting over.

"I'm so old, I haven't been beaten yet." Mu Chen still has Xing Wen's red fingerprint on the back of his hand.

Xing Wen wanted to say that you lack a severe beating from the society, but he still kept his mouth shut.

He made an appointment with Mu Chen to get along harmoniously for a period of time, and then find a suitable time to tell his family about his divorce plan.

Driver Chen drove the car back to the front of the house, and the two got out of the car. Mu Chen looked at his watch, but he didn't intend to enter the house.

"Aren't you coming in?" Xing Wen turned to look at him, "Blowing cold wind outside?"

"I'm going somewhere, just throw me a car key." Mu Chen said.

"Why didn't you let Driver Chen take you off just now, and call him back now?" Xing Wen asked.

"No need." Mu Chen walked over.

Xing Wen casually touched a car key and threw it to him, Mu Chen picked it up: "Be good at home, ah."

The door was slammed shut, and the wind blew the fallen leaves.

Mu Chen held the key in his hand, squinted and stretched against the cold wind.

"If you do this again, I won't save you back." After Mu Chen finished speaking, he walked out of the garden.

At six o'clock in the evening, Yuegang Paper Factory.

It gets dark quickly in winter, and the cold wind carries all the factors that can make people feel depressed, and it greets the empty upstairs unscrupulously.

This place is not too remote.

Mu Chen was wearing a baseball cap. He stepped on the dusty concrete floor, squatted down, and buckled the cap backwards.

The unknown number sent a text message on time: Where are you?

Mu Chen was at a high place, glanced at the entrance of the paper factory, and directly copied and pasted the other party's words: Where are you?

The other party replied in seconds: You don't want your wallet anymore?

Mu Chen smiled: Let's tear up the ticket, my man has money now.

The other party didn't reply.

He didn't know the purpose and identity of the other party, but he vaguely felt that this was not an ordinary threatening and spoofing text message.

On the first night in the dream, Mu Chen turned over his phone, and there were many text messages like this, the same sentence came and went, sent from different numbers——

"Ignorance is a sin; to know everything is to be in the abyss of sin."

Mu Chen's slender index finger tapped the back of the phone lightly, the light from the screen illuminated his face, and he typed: Come out, do you see me.

Downstairs, a man dressed like Mu Chen walked slowly to the door of the paper factory.

That was Zhang Chengbin, and he probably just wanted to shoot him right now.

Then the other party's text message came in again: Awesome, you are really here.

Mu Chen leaned down a little bit, Zhang Chengbin was standing in an unusual position, and there was a two-person high light sign next to it, which could not be seen from all angles.

Moreover, the other party recognized Zhang Chengbin, who was slightly similar to himself, as himself.

This may indicate two things: they are not acquaintances, at least not in this world; the location of the other party is a little far away, and it may also be a high place.

Mu Chen touched the binoculars and searched for targets in the dark old buildings nearby.

Finally, in the dormitory building of the paper factory diagonally opposite, he saw a curtain that looked like it had just been pulled.

Mu Chen typed with his other hand.

After typing halfway, he stopped suddenly, and his spine felt chills in an instant.

In the small room he was in, he heard the ringing of the mobile phone.

Mu Chen only managed to put his hands on the ground, but a rough hand grabbed the back of his neck.

"What kind of cleverness are you playing, Mr. Mu." The other party said, handed Xing Wen's wallet to him with his free hand, and shook it: "It would be nice of you to do as agreed."

The author has something to say: So, is Mu Huhu, who has been oppressed by Xing Wen thousands of times, finally going to be beaten? QAQ