The tyrant and his petite flower

"Are you kidding me, who is crying?"

Chen Moyun heard a voice above his head, with a slight nasal sound.

Although the lights are not turned on now, but because his eyes have adapted to the dark surroundings, he can vaguely see Xiao Mu's expression at this moment.

There was a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, which was uglier than crying.

Chen Moyun didn't want to be serious with him about who was crying just now, but he just struggled slightly to escape his embrace.

Xiao Mu let go, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, turned on the flashlight, shone on the light above his head and said, "The light is broken, let someone fix it tomorrow."

Chen Moyun nodded, turned around and went to the bathroom to wash his head.

It doesn't feel good to wash your hair in the dark. With the light from the mobile phone projected on the mirror in the bathroom, there is an indescribable horror.

After Chen Moyun washed for 10 minutes, he quickly rubbed his hair with a towel and dried it.

As for Xiao Mu, he was sitting on the sofa in the living room, drinking a can of beer.

Chen Moyun threw the towel aside, walked towards him, sat beside him, tilted his head and asked, "Can I have a can?"

After hearing this, Xiao Mu took out a bottle from his shopping bag and threw it directly to Chen Moyun.

Chen Moyun held it in his hand and weighed it, feeling a few English letters on the tin can. This wine is called Fourlock.

It seems that Xiao Mu's purpose is very simple.

He raised his eyebrows, put down his drink, pulled the corner of his mouth uncontrollably, and chuckled in his heart.

It turned out that no matter it was Yuan Shi or Xiao Mu, they were all the same.

What do you say about love and liking? They all come for this.

Before we were together, the deep affection and sweetness coaxed you into confusion. After coaxing you into bed, you became more and more casual, and even lost the most basic respect in the end.You can't do without him anyway, relying on your little affection for him, you have nothing to fear.

This was the original routine, and Chen Moyun didn't want to try it again.

He sat in a corner with his arms crossed, just watching Xiao Mu finish a can of cocktail.

I couldn't tell what emotion was in my heart, I just calmly watched what he would do next.

After a minute or two, Xiao Mu, who was drowsy, tilted his neck and fell on the sofa.

"Huh?" Chen Moyun watched him fall, and lightly poked his arm, "Xiao Mu, are you drunk?"

"Ah... a bit." Xiao Mu said with a big tongue, "I... have a heavy head."

Before Chen Moyun had time to move, he felt a fluffy thing pounce on him, and got into his arms.Chen Moyun was taken aback, then touched it, it turned out to be Xiao Mu's head.

Xiao Mu put his arms around his waist, put his head in his arms, rubbed his hands twice and said, "I'm so wronged...don't move, let me hug you like this."

Chen Moyun raised his arm, the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, and asked, "Are you wronged?"

He really didn't expect that, usually as handsome as Xiao Mu, when he was drunk, he would tie himself in his arms, refusing to let go like a fool, and even coquettishly said that he was wronged.What kind of aggrieved?

The character design that Xiao Mu had finally established collapsed just like that, and the collapse was more than 01:30. This was a devastating collapse.

Xiao Mu suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Today...my... birthday."

Chen Moyun was stunned suddenly, with a thousand feelings of guilt welling up in his heart, he quickly said: "Happy birthday, I... will give you a gift tomorrow."

"No...no use." Xiao Mu laughed, "Being able to hug you like this makes me happier than...receiving any gift...."

Chen Moyun blinked his eyes, feeling sore in his heart, and suddenly felt that his thoughts just now were a bit too much.

But he still gently moved Xiao Mu's head away. Just as he was about to say something, Xiao Mu interrupted him: "I understand...don't say anything."

Chen Moyun opened his mouth and swallowed everything he wanted to say.He raised his hand and lightly combed Xiao Mu's hair twice, then leaned over and gently pressed a kiss on his forehead.

"Then can you... sleep with me." Xiao Mu said with difficulty, "You are wearing clothes... I will be obedient... okay?"

Chen Moyun nodded, and helped him onto the bed in the bedroom.

As soon as he lay down, Xiao Mu hugged his back and stuck him up.

Chen Moyun slept honestly and maintained this spoon-like sleeping position without moving a bit. The two of them slept with their clothes on until early the next morning.

When he woke up, Chen Moyun carefully pushed his hand away, got up and went to the kitchen.

He has never had a hangover, but he has rich experience in taking care of Yuan before, and he is very familiar with how to make hangover soup.

Soak some kelp knots, cut two pieces of tofu and put them in, grab a handful of bean sprouts and throw them in the pot.

Ready in 10 minutes.

While making soup, Chen Moyun was thinking about the conversation he had with Xiao Mu last night, the more he thought about it, the more he felt sorry for him.

Xiao Mu said, don't say anything, I understand everything.

This sentence made him sad.

Because some things don't make any sense.

He knows very well what it is like to be a compromised person in a relationship, so Xiao Mu's understanding makes him feel distressed, but his distress can only be distressed, and there is no other emotion mixed in it.

People's emotions are so complicated, it's really worrying.

The first thing Xiao Mu did when he woke up was rubbing his head to answer the phone in the bathroom. Chen Moyun hummed twice when he heard his voice.

Then I saw Xiao Mu coming out of the bathroom and said, "We have to go to the court later."

After Xiao Mu said this, he saw the soup he had already put in the bowl, and his expression instantly became extremely joyful: "You made this for me?"

Chen Moyun nodded, with mixed feelings in his heart, Xiao Mu cherished everything he did as a gift, and his attitude of not caring was completely different from the original attitude.

Xiao Mu drank all the soup without saying a word, and raised his eyes to look at Chen Moyun after drinking, the eyes were shining brightly, and soon dropped down again: "Ah Mo, I can't help but want to hug You, so you, can you not be so nice to me. I'm afraid I can't control it..."

Chen Moyun sighed, this is so insignificant, it was never rare at the time, but it is regarded as a treasure here by Xiao Mu.

He sighed silently in his heart, not knowing what to say.After clearing away the dishes, the two got up and went to the court.

These days they spent more time in the court than at home, and Chen Moyun was used to the life of sitting on the plaintiff's seat and staring at Yuan Shi indifferently.

At first he felt very awkward, but later he thought that Yuanshi couldn't remember anything now, so he didn't have to feel guilty.

The daily life of the court is very boring, as long as you can get some snacks or something, it will be fine. You must know that sitting in the seat all the time is also very tiring.

However, Xiao Sheng has always been quite comfortable sitting in the VIP auditorium, and seems to be enjoying it.

Chen Moyun didn't know why he enjoyed it, he just vaguely felt that brother Xiao Sheng and Yuan Jie knew each other.

Because before the court session, he saw the two talking at the door, Yuan Jie was still very emotional, and almost punched Xiao Sheng in the face.

It seems that these two people should have a deep hatred.

In fact, Yuan Jie was stopped by Xiao Sheng when he came in.

He glared at Xiao Sheng, Xiao Sheng not only did not move away, but also stared at him shamelessly, and then said: "Have you not thought it through yet?"

Yuan Jie frowned and didn't speak, snorted and looked aside: "You knew you would win before the second trial started? Why? Just rely on your 185 male lawyer team?"

Xiao Sheng raised his eyebrows irrefutably. He always chooses people based on ability rather than appearance. It just so happens that these elites are also more handsome. After what Yuan Jie said, he noticed: " It's pretty cool."

"Get out." Yuan Jie's eyebrows trembled, and he pushed him away into the hall.

Today, only one of the trio from the 185 men's team came, and Xiao Sheng sat at the bottom. He couldn't help laughing before his lawyer opened his defense.

In the quiet court, everyone stared at Xiao Sheng in unison. Even the lawyer forgot what he was going to say just now, and fell silent for an instant.

"Continue." Xiao Sheng recovered his expressionless face, spoke out two words in a calm tone, and turned his gaze to Yuan Jie.

Yuan Jie narrowed his eyes and gave him a middle finger angrily.

Xiao Sheng smiled, made a heart-to-heart gesture with his index finger and thumb, raised it to his chest, and winked at Yuansuke.

Oh shit.day.Grass.

Yuan Jie almost slapped the table and stood up, wanting to rush up and kill this well-dressed beast.

But the education and self-cultivation he had received for so many years did not allow it, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and hold back his anger.

Yuan Shi went home yesterday and was scolded by the old man again, and the wound that just happened was almost opened again.He really didn't want to go home at all. Going home now was almost like being punished for him.

What made him most uncomfortable was not the quotient in his body, but the back view of Chen Moyun.

It really stung his heart. When he was lying on the bed at night, touching his chest was terribly uncomfortable, and his little brother also suffered from severe pain.His injury won't heal in a day or two, and the doctor said he can only recover slowly.

Cheng Yu has come to look for him many times, but he has no energy in holding Cheng Yu, and his mind is full of the shadow of Chen Moyun swaying there.

He has been completely reduced to a fool dominated by emotions.

The hateful thing is that when the court ended, Chen Moyun sent a text message saying: "Are you free to have a meal together?"

He replied "yes" without hesitation.