everything i wrote is fake

Wen Yan followed An Yun to the kitchen, and there were only three of them left.

Lu Ruiyu's face was cold, and he had been like this since the moment he saw Wei Chengluo.

Wu Yue tilted his head and smiled, walked over with long legs and sat down beside Wei Chengluo.

"Scared?" Wu Yue followed Wei Chengluo's face with his eyes, searching for his mood at the moment.

Wei Chengluo still felt that it wasn't real, so he shook his head and nodded again.

Lu Ruiyu clenched his hands into fists and said coldly, "If you're afraid, just leave."

Wu Yue glanced sideways at Lu Ruiyu, afraid that Wei Chengluo would really listen to his words and got up and left, so he put one hand on his shoulder and said with a smile: "Someone told me that he couldn't run, right?"

Wei Chengluo pursed his lips and said nothing, just looked at his clothes.

He should change into more formal clothes.

"Wu Yue!"

Lu Ruiyu didn't expect Wu Yue to call Wei Chengluo here, but just now An Yun was here and he couldn't get angry, now he was depressed and wanted to ask Wu Yue what he was thinking.

Wu Yue didn't mention Lu Ruiyu, he asked: "How did you introduce yourself to my mother just now?"

Wei Chengluo said, "Friend."

"Ah..." Wu Yue sighed and said, "My mother won't really believe you when you say that."

Wei Chengluo didn't quite understand how he wanted to introduce, did he really want to say...

Lu Ruiyu snorted coldly when he heard it, "Do you think Aunt An hasn't seen that photo?"

Wu Yue hooked his lips, and said in a sweet voice: "My mother has seen it? Then it seems that I don't need to introduce it."

Lu Ruiyu shook his head helplessly, "You should think about how to tell Uncle Wu later."

Wei Chengluo's face changed, and his hands shrank unconsciously.

Wu Yue's glasses reflected light, he put down the hand on Wei Chengluo's shoulder, and held Wei Chengluo's hand, it was cold.

An Yun was in a good mood. Her son, who hadn't been home for many years, came home and brought back friends. Wen Yan had a sweet mouth, but she seemed to be very interested in Wei Chengluo, and she greeted the silent Wei Chengluo many times.

Wei Chengluo, who seemed to have something on his mind, also relaxed a lot.

Except for Lu Ruiyu who looked coldly from time to time, everyone else was in harmony until Wu Zhen came back.

When Wu Zhen entered the room, he heard laughter coming from the room, and his assistant followed him. He was stunned when he heard the laughter, took Wu Zhen's documents and left.

An Yun was the first to spot him coming back, she stood up and took off his coat, "You can count yourself back, then we'll have dinner right away."

Wu Zhen's face was sharp and angular, and he looked a little serious, but it could be seen that Wu Yue inherited his appearance.

His eyes were majestic and oppressive, and he looked straight at Wei Chengluo without looking at anyone.

Wen Yan was so excited that his hands were shaking, he jumped up, bowed and said, "Boss Wu!"

Wu Zhen's voice was low: "It's not in the company, so don't be too restrained."

"Yes!" Wen Yan sat down happily again.

Lu Ruiyu glanced at Wu Yue, "Uncle Wu, Wu Yue has something to tell you when he comes back this time, about his work in our company."

An Yun paused for a while while hanging her clothes, her mouth turned up a little, she glanced at Wu Zhen, walked in with a smile and said, "Then let's eat first."

As she spoke, An Yun secretly put her hand on Wu Zhen's back and pinched her.

"Ahem!" Wu Zhen looked at his wife.

An Yun gave a look: Don't make your son go away again.

Wu Zhen closed his eyes: I see.

At the dinner table, An Yun forgot about her own son, and kept adding vegetables to Wei Chengluo's bowl.

Wu Zhen coughed twice again before An Yun stopped and put a chicken leg into his bowl.

Wu Zhen shook her head slightly, and looked at Wu Yue who had a calm face.

"Do writers write everything?" When Wu Zhen asked this question, he didn't look at anyone.

Lu Ruiyu paused his hand and looked at Wu Yue.

Wu Yue raised his eyes, "Of course not."

Wu Zhen's tone was stiff: "Oh? The person who won the Best Youth Literature Award before told me to write novels online?"

What Wu Zhen was talking about was a novel, and he hadn't said the word Danmei yet.

An Yun let out a heavy breath: Son, you have to answer carefully.

Wu Yue nodded and said, "It's the same, it's what I want to write."

Wu Zhen frowned, "Same? Can you read the things you wrote? Who can read them?"

Wen Yan smelled the smell of fireworks, and took a peek at Wei Chengluo, only to see that his face did not change, his face was still tense, but he looked calmer than him.

What Wu Yue wrote on the Internet has become a reality.

Lu Ruiyu put down his chopsticks, anticipating that the meal would not be very pleasant.

Wei Chengluo has always been preoccupied. Wu Zhen came to him before, but it was not simply to confirm whether the person in the photo was him, but to tell him to leave Wuyue.

Wu Zhen's posture was the same as when Zhang Chengjiao came to him before. Wei Chengluo felt that he was a high-ranking person.

Wu Zhen already knew who he was, and also clearly knew his relationship with Wu Yue.

"Then if you've read it, you know you can't watch it." Wu Yue smiled, "You don't think I'm here to admit my mistake when I come back this time, do you?"

Wu Zhen threw the chopsticks on the table with a "slap", and was so angry that she couldn't breathe, "Whose name are you wearing? It's my name! Who doesn't know that you, Wu Yue, are my son!"

"Do you feel ashamed?" Wu Yue's voice was always calm, and now he was even more calm, even softer than usual, "Everyone knows that your son is writing some unsightly things."

"Xiao Yue!" An Yun yelled in a low voice, shaking her head slowly, "Stop talking."

Wu Yue smiled, "Obviously he was the one talking all the time."

"You can't listen to so much. It seems that I have to use other methods." Wu Zhen said sharply, "So many years of laissez-faire made you so depraved now!"

Wu Yue's eyelashes trembled, and he suddenly raised his eyes to look at Wu Zhen, like an irritated cat.

"Falling?"

Wen Yan was biting his chopsticks nervously, and Lu Ruiyu did not join in the quarrel between their father and son, because this issue had been quarreling for more than ten years.

Everyone was stunned by Wei Chengluo's opening at this time.

Wei Chengluo was also very nervous, but he didn't understand why Wu Zhen said that about Wu Yue. Wu Yue was obviously a writer, and he was very famous, and his works were very popular. Most importantly, Wu Yue liked to write.

"Why do you say that?" Wei Chengluo looked at Wu Zhen.

An Yun looked at Wei Chengluo with bright eyes.

Wu Zhen once again looked at Wei Chengluo with oppressive and deterrent eyes, "And what do you know!"

"Do you know Wu Yue?" Wei Chengluo asked again.

Wu Yue took Wei Chengluo's hand.

Wei Chengluo took Wu Yue's hand backhand, and he said: "I have seen Wu Yue stay awake day and night for writing a book, go to a remote mountain village to find inspiration for writing a book, and even cultivate He has developed a lot of bad habits, and every word he writes is exhausted. It is amazing to write a work, and it is even more amazing to write a work that so many people like!"

Wu Zhen's eyes widened, and it took him a long time to spit out a few words, "What do you know!"

"Maybe I don't understand many things, and I'm sorry to interrupt, but no one can change what Wu Yue likes and what he is willing to do."

Wu Yue laughed, pushed his glasses, got up and pulled Wei Chengluo, and the two interlocked their fingers and shook in front of Wu Zhen, "You don't need to tell him so much, he doesn't understand."

An Yun looked at Wei Chengluo with relief, and then stepped on Wu Zhen's foot under the table.

"Mom, I won't have dinner with you, let's talk about it next time."

After the two left holding hands, Wen Yan also left quickly.

Lu Ruiyu left as if his chest was stuffed with cotton.

Wu Zhen took a deep breath, "Hiss, let go of your feet!"

An Yun glared at Wu Zhen, raised her mouth and said, "Didn't you agree not to mention this matter again?"

"Then tell me, does that kid feel that his wings are stiff all day long?" Wu Zhen said coldly.

"I already flew more than ten years ago, and I still talk about this!" An Yun thought about it and said, "Wei Chengluo is a pretty good kid, but is he too young to take care of others?"

"Tsk! What are you talking about!" Wu Zhen moved the foot stepped on by An Yun, sighed and said, "I don't want him to give up his affairs, it's just that he hasn't come home for so many years. It's not too cruel. !"

An Yun patted her husband and said, "You're just angry, don't you have the same temper as your son? Do you know why he didn't come back? It's not because of you."

"What's wrong with me?" Wu Zhen picked up the chopsticks again, "Is it still my fault?"

"You are all right, it's all my fault." An Yun said angrily, "I shouldn't have married you."

"..." Wu Zhen still put down his chopsticks, "I'll call Wu Yue home for dinner in a few days."

An Yun secretly smiled, "Then you won't say these things anymore?"

"Am I the kind of person who keeps mentioning one thing over and over again?" Wu Zhen asked back.

An Yun pouted: You are.

"Actually, I went to see Wei Chengluo before." Wu Zhen said after a while.

"What?!" An Yun had a bad feeling in her heart, "Did you talk to him?"

"Ask about the photos." Wu Zhen said.

"It's that simple?"

Wu Zhen shook her head, "I even offered him a condition to leave here."

An Yunxiu frowned, and was about to speak but was interrupted by Wu Zhen, "He rejected me."

An Yun said: "Of course, do you think that people nowadays are as old-fashioned as you? What conditions do you offer to be as good as our son, normal people would not agree."

"Really?" Wu Zhen pondered for a while, "I thought he wasn't interested in money."

"Just be interested in our son!" An Yun said with a smile.

Wu Zhen frowned slightly, disapproving of what An Yun said.

Wu Yue took Wei Chengluo out the door, he was in a good mood, the two of them held hands as if they were specially out for a walk.

"Fifth brother."

"Ok?"

The two walked on the avenue, with tall trees standing on both sides, shrouded in silver and snow, and the cold wind rustled.

Wei Chengluo's nose was a little reddish, and his eyes looking at Wu Yue were also a little moist and shiny.

"Did I say something wrong just now?" Wei Chengluo sniffed, "Will Uncle hate me?"

"Yes." Wu Yue said bluntly.

Wei Chengluo bowed his head: "His impression of me is even worse."

Wu Yue smiled, took off the scarf around his neck, put it on Wei Chengluo's neck, and then moved his face towards Wei Chengluo, colliding with the tip of his nose.

The warm breath was entangled in an instant, and Wu Yue spoke, and breathed out mistly: "I like you, that's enough."

Wei Chengluo was red from neck to ear.

Winter is very cold, but Wuyue is very warm.

Wei Chengluo embraced Wu Yue and hugged him tightly, his thoughts suddenly thought of the time when the two were playing snowballs on the mountain.

He is the lone wolf who has been living on the snow mountain, and Wu Yue is the sun, warm and scorching hot.

From that moment on, he wanted to hug Wu Yue and own Wu Yue, but Wu Yue just held his hand.

Now, Wu Yue told him that he liked it, but something else came out of his heart.

Protect Wu Yue, protect everything about him.