Mr. Wood is in the North Pole, I am in the South

When the sky was about to light up, Xiao Ran woke up.

A hard and thick chest was attached to his back, the arms around his waist were strong and full of heat, and there was a slight heat fluttering around the eardrums, it was Mu Nancheng who was holding him.

Xiao Ran was stunned for a second. He and Mu Nancheng had slept on the same bed for a long time, but they had been sleeping with separate quilts. Although Mu Nancheng would often snatch his quilts, Mu Nancheng seldom did so, especially in the early morning. Stick him so close.

It's too close, the two people's bodies under the silk quilt are tightly intertwined, the heat of the skin penetrates through each other's pajamas and is transmitted to each other's body... Men's bodies can't help being so close to each other when they are sensitive.

The memory of the previous night flowed over like running water, as if someone had knocked on his body, Xiao Ran stuck his head under the quilt in embarrassment.

When he moved like this, Mu Nancheng woke up immediately.

Mu Nancheng hugged the little ostrich into his arms, put one hand into the quilt, first touched Xiao Ran's forehead to check his body temperature, and then pinched his cheeks to pull his head out of the quilt:

"Buried your head in the quilt, isn't it stuffy? Huh?"

The man's voice in the early morning was unbelievably hoarse, and it seemed to carry a thin electric current when it passed his ears. Xiao Ran touched his ears and turned around, and the foreheads of the two touched together.

Mu Nancheng kissed Xiao Ran's forehead very naturally. He had repeated this action countless times this night. Sometimes Xiao Ran didn't realize it, and sometimes he knew it in a daze, but now the feeling was very clear and a little cold. A little wet.

Xiao Ran's cheeks were flushed, and he got under the quilt awkwardly, he felt very embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

Mu Nancheng raised Xiao Ran's chin and looked into his eyes:

"The fever is gone, is there any other discomfort? Are you hungry?"

Xiao Ran met Mu Nancheng's calm and gentle gaze, then staggered it, then moved it back, shook his head, and said in a muffled voice, "I want to take a bath."

He sweated all night, and his whole body was sticky.

Mu Nancheng sniffed lightly on the top of his hair, brushed his lips nonchalantly across his forehead, and said with a smile:

"Well, it really is a little stinky bag, it should be washed well..."

Xiao Ran kicked the calf under the quilt mercilessly.

Such an embarrassing night was resolved by Mu Nancheng's natural and casual attitude. Xiao Ran stood under the warm water in the shower room with his eyes closed.

For the first time, the three words of Mu Nancheng lingered on the tip of his tongue, taking on an unusual meaning.

After all, he is 20 years old, and he understands everything he should know. In the chaos last night, he didn't have the extra wits to think about all Mu Nancheng's actions, but this morning when he turned around, he touched that hot and hard part, and felt When Mu Nancheng backed away calmly, his heart shrank as if being stabbed by a needle.

Whether it was last night or this morning, Xiao Ran could feel Mu Nancheng's ready-to-go desire, but as long as he felt a little uncomfortable, Mu Nancheng would immediately put away the most appropriate distance to eliminate it. All his discomfort.

Mu Nancheng's aggression is always on point, but his restraint is always there.

The hot water slowly flowed through the body, as if it had penetrated into the depths of the body, rippling slightly in an unknown place, drifting memories rushed to the face, and the image shaking on the fragment turned out to be Mu Nancheng's slender and strong fingers with distinct joints, With those pale, moist, warm lips...

The memory of the body is terrible, and some imprints can never be erased once they are branded once.

When Xiao Ran and Fu Yuxing were together, he was too young. At that time, he was ignorant, he only knew that he would live with his fourth brother forever, and the way of being together was not something worth pondering at all. Whether it's falling in love or getting married, it's so natural, everything is done step by step, and it's a matter of course as he gets older.

He and Fu Yuxing are two vines on the same tree, each other's hands and feet grow in each other's heart, love, family affection, all the emotions are intertwined and inextricably complicated, there is no need to distinguish, and there is no need to go ponder.

However, Mu Nancheng was completely different.

Xiao Ran and Mu Nancheng are two vines on two trees. By chance, they grow together and share the same root vein. Mu Nancheng spared no effort to chase and entangle him. At first Xiao Ran thought that he was trying to compete for his nutrients, but later he found out that I am the one who has been absorbing.

It is not entirely appropriate to say that Mu Nancheng is a vine like him. Mu Nancheng is a cluster of fire, and a single star can burn him. Mu Nancheng is also water, which trickles and nourishes him. When Mu Nancheng is hot, it is like lightning. He didn't even have room to dodge when he fell down. When Mu Nancheng was gentle, he was like a spring breeze. All his timidity, cowardice and depression could be easily wiped away by him.

All of Xiao Ran's erotic experiences also came from Mu Nancheng.

Human beings are sensory animals, especially men. No matter how deep a spiritual connection is, it is not as good as body temperature to iron each other. This is the nature. A man can have sex with someone he doesn't like, but it is difficult to have sex with someone he hates.

The body's narration is the most honest, and all the emotions that are difficult to define can be found in the body.

There is nothing to understand, nothing to admit.

Xiao Ran couldn't help leaning his back against the cold tiles, the only way to relieve the burning heat in his body, he covered his face with his hands, and sighed silently.

……

When Xiao Ran walked out of the bathroom, Mu Nancheng was making the quilt. The sunlight fell on him through the bright window, mixed with bright light and flickering light and shadow, dazzled Xiao Ran's eyes.

No matter where Mu Nancheng lives, no matter how many servants he has, he won't let others clean the bedroom. This man's obsessive-compulsive disorder is so serious that it cannot be understood.

The quilt is folded squarely like a piece of frozen tofu, the height of the two pillows must be exactly the same, and the bed sheet is drawn so that there is not even a single wrinkle. Xiao Ran has the habit of putting away sundries, such as mobile phones and watches. At first, Mu Nancheng will help by looking at it once. He tidied it up once, but the frequency of handling things like mobile phones was too high, so Mu Nancheng put a mobile phone holder on the bedside table of the two of them respectively. The positions of the two holders were completely in a straight line. Taking Xiao Ran's mobile phone away and inserting it into the holder meant that the children had to go to sleep immediately.

He cooks well, is very good at housework, and takes care of him so considerately when he is sick. Mr. Mu is really a wife...

When these two words jumped into his mind, Xiao Ran instantly shocked himself, and then he laughed "haha", Mu Nancheng turned his head and saw him, and his face darkened:

"You don't wipe your hair, did you forget that you had such a high fever last night? Forget the pain before the scar heals!"

Mu Nancheng strode into the bathroom and took a big towel out to wipe Xiao Ran's hair, Xiao Ran laughed even more crazily.

"What are you laughing at? Stupid."

Mu Nancheng was puzzled by Xiao Ran's laughter at first, but as long as the child is healthy, lively and happy, he will be in a good mood. After drying his hair, Mu Nancheng rubbed it vigorously. The refreshing and soft touch is like clouds wrapped around his fingertips. Mu Nancheng is satisfied laughed:

"Well, it's really fragrant. It's a clean and beautiful kitten again."

Xiao Ran dashed to the door, his snacks were placed on the cabinet by the door, he grabbed a bag of potato chips and threw it towards Mu Nancheng, grinning and saying:

"Mr. Mu, you are so virtuous! Good work is rewarded, let's go!"

The word "virtuous" hit Mu Nancheng dumbfounded, and Xiao Ran was hugged back just as he ran out of the door. Mu Nancheng pushed him against the wall, pinching his face in feigned anger:

"Give you three seconds, change the adjective."

Xiao Ran chuckled: "Then what words do you want to hear?"

"You can say that Mr. Mu is very nice, handsome, gentle, and powerful..."

Xiao Ran lost his temper with a smile.

"What do you mean by laughing, huh? Can you deny that what I said is the truth?" Mu Nancheng laughed as he spoke, kissed Xiao Ran on the forehead, and continued to speak boldly, "There is only such a good Mr. Mu, He is worthy of our little angel Xiao Ran, isn't he?"

"My God!"

Xiao Ran was about to faint, how could a man talk about his self-promotion in such a natural and unpretentious way, and at the same time stroke other people's hair!

Mu Nancheng suppressed his voice: "Isn't it, huh?"

"Don't tell me that 'um'!" Mu Nancheng's "um" is like a small charged hook, which can hook Xiao Ran until his heart softens, "Okay, okay, Mr. Mu is nice and Handsome, gentle and powerful, he is the best Mr. Mu... Ouch! I changed everything, why are you still biting me... You are so annoying, let me tell you..."

"Don't hate me," Mu Nancheng said with a low smile, "Mr. Mu likes you so much."

……

Shen Fengyi sat on the sofa, looking back at the stairs from time to time.

Her nervousness and nervousness were so obvious, Zheng Huiyu whispered:

"Listen, Master Xiao Ran and Eldest Young Master are laughing, they should be fine, don't worry."

Shen Fengyi didn't tell Zheng Huiyu the scene in the study last night, but when Zheng Huiyu entered, Shen Fengyi was already crying heartbreakingly. She grabbed Zheng Huiyu's hand and cried like rain, and kept murmuring:

"My son...my son is in hell...he asked me for help, but do you know what I did? I pushed him away, I kicked him into hell again..."

Zheng Huiyu didn't know why, but she probably knew what Mu Nancheng told Shen Fengyi after hearing this voice, and after that, Shen Fengyi must go to see Xiao Ran again with her crumbling body, she kept saying "Xiao Ran is my great benefactor", As Zheng Huiyu listened, she guessed the matter completely.

It was also at this time that she understood why the Eldest Young Master treated Song Xiaoran like that.

Zheng Huiyu was startled, remorseful, and fearful, and she was also deeply grateful. She and Shen Fengyi had been together for ten years, and there was a real bond. What's more, without Mu Nancheng today, how could she enjoy the rich old age that she enjoys now.

Two slender figures like jade appeared in the stairwell, Xiao Ran walked in front and jumped down the stairs like a deer:

"Mom, why did you get up so early? Did you sleep well last night?"

A crisp address made Shen Fengyi's eyes turn red instantly.

"Okay, it's good..."

Shen Fengyi stretched out her hand, her expression was very tangled, as if she wanted to hug Xiao Ran into her arms but was hesitant to reach out, Xiao Ran sat beside Shen Fengyi by himself, and looked at her with concern with bright eyes: " Why are your eyes so red?"

"It's okay, I'm walking in the garden in the morning, the wind is a bit strong." Shen Fengyi carefully held one of Xiao Ran's arms, carefully looked at the young man's face, and asked softly, "How about you? Are you... all right?"

Xiao Ran blushed, hesitatingly said:

"Okay... okay..."

Mu Nancheng didn't tell Xiao Ran the cause and effect, he only said that the kitchen made a mistake in the ingredients, but Xiao Ran knew that the bowl of mung bean soup was for Mu Nancheng, so he snatched Mu Nancheng's soup himself, and even made something wrong with it. It's a joke, as an adult, he is very embarrassed, and he doesn't want others to mention it.

"Master Xiao Ran," Zheng Huiyu stood in front of Xiao Ran with his hands hanging down, and said with shame on his face, "I'm sorry."

"Huh?" Xiao Ran looked up at Zheng Huiyu, "I'm sorry for what?"

Zheng Huiyu was about to apologize to Xiao Ran for what happened last night, but Mu Nancheng had already sat down on the sofa on the left, and casually asked:

"Is breakfast ready?"

"It's almost ready, young master."

"What have you done?"

Zheng Huiyu was stunned: "I'll go to the kitchen to have a look."

"Ah."

Shen Fengyi looked at Mu Nancheng with a complicated expression. Her son knew that Mu Nancheng didn't hide the truth from Xiao Ran because of his aunt and nephew Zheng Huiyu. What Mu Nancheng didn't want Xiao Ran to know was that Shen Fengyi was also involved in this matter.

An indescribable sourness filled the woman's heart, she asked Xiao Ran gently:

"Is there anything you want to eat? Let the kitchen make it for you."

"I can do it all," Xiao Ran put his hands on his knees, his long eyelashes were half closed like a small fan, his appearance was so cute that everyone loves, "I don't choose."

"Pfft!"

Mu Nancheng laughed unceremoniously, how dare this little shameless person say that he is not picky?

Xiao Ran's cheeks puffed up, and his big eyes were about to stare at him. When he realized that Shen Fengyi was still sitting beside him, the eyelashes that had just been raised fell down again, and his voice affirmed himself softly:

"I just don't pick."

Mu Nancheng laughed out loud.

Shen Fengyi also laughed, and with a smile, she suddenly raised her hand and hugged Xiao Ran into her arms, the woman's voice was hoarse:

"Good boy, Xiao Ran is really a good boy..."

Xiao Ran was taken aback, a woman's embrace was completely different from a man's, it was full of soft and warm fragrance, since He Qiao's death, he had never been embraced by a woman like this, Xiao Ran's cheek was pressed against Shen Fengyi's elbow, and he raised his eyes towards Mu Nancheng. quietly looked in the direction.

Mu Nancheng was also looking at him intently, or Mu Nancheng was focusing on Shen Fengyi hugging him, and the man's eyes were filled with incredible tenderness.

Xiao Ran noticed that Shen Fengyi was crying. He thought that Shen Fengyi was extremely fragile because of illness, so Xiao Ran hugged Shen Fengyi in a helpless way, and coaxed clumsily:

"Mom, don't be afraid. The risk of pituitary tumor is very small, and the operation is not painful at all. Although the doctor said that there is a 20% risk, that's what the doctor said. They are used to exaggerating the risk. Our operation It's very safe, there are no wounds..."

Shen Fengyi's tears kept flowing, but she still touched Xiao Ran's face and smiled:

"Mom is not afraid, with you...you are here, mom is not afraid at all, Xiao Ran, good boy..."

Xiao Ran pursed his lips, feeling a little shy when Shen Fengyi called him "good boy", but he was also very heartwarming.

Shen Fengyi has always been kind to him, but it is easy to distinguish between the superficial concern and the heart-pounding love for Xiao Ran. He can feel that at this moment, for some reason, Shen Fengyi seems to like him to the bottom of his heart, that kind of desire to hug him He didn't let go, even pinching his face seemed to be afraid of hurting his cautiousness, which was a very abnormal emotion.

But Xiao Ran didn't want to think about it too much, he would accept Shen Fengyi's kindness to him, and he would treat Shen Fengyi twice as well, that's enough.

Xiao Ran likes older women, likes to be cared for by maternal love, and also likes to take care of his mother. He lets Shen Fengyi hold his hand, and talks with her in a gentle voice. When Shen Fengyi asks him, he answers obediently. Shen Fengyi listens raptly. , the eye circles were always red, but they kept smiling, the two talked and Shen Fengyi rubbed him into her arms again:

"This child... how can he be so obedient..."

Mu Nancheng propped his chin with one hand on the armrest of the sofa, and looked at this peaceful and warm picture quietly with a smile on his face. The wandering and loneliness of the past 30 years, the turmoil and frost swords, those complaining and hating are all melted at this moment. He sighed silently and long—the heaven did not favor Mu Nancheng.

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感谢在2020-07-1305:26:29~2020-07-1406:24:59期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Salted Fish Girl, Ruo Xiangxi 1;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 53 bottles of salted fish girl;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!