divorce?Think beautifully!

Chu Mingkun really took the bucket of steaming dumplings and drove to Mu De's place.

He was actually a bit confused, at first...he didn't intend to come here, why did he get kicked out by that brat at home in a daze?

There was also the bucket of dumplings. Chu Mingkun picked it up, looked around the thermos bucket, and found that there was a cartoon head on it.

It's a husky sticking out its tongue stupidly and tilting its head.

I'm going... what the hell is that guy doing?

Chu Mingkun couldn't laugh or cry.

In the past, when Chu Heng didn't come back to celebrate the New Year, the house was far from being so lively. Neither he nor Chu Jiao had an exaggerated temperament, and it passed away in a normal way, but when the troublemaker came back, the house was full of people. Laughter.

In fact, everyone... is thinking about him and looking forward to his return, but they don't want him to be unhappy, so they can only keep their worries in their stomachs and let his temperament do it.

Even Chu's father, who had always been majestic and indifferent, never interfered with Chu Heng's affairs before getting rid of the marriage.

He likes to be free, so they will do their best to guard his freedom.Pepper????????

The tea room was very deserted, Mu De sent everyone out, sat alone by the window, slowly watching the sun go down, listening to the faint sound of firecrackers outside, his face was cold and silent.

That child... will not come over tonight.

Even though he was aware of this matter, at this time, he still felt lonely.

Mu De half-supported his forehead and couldn't stop laughing. How could he...how could he end up in this day?

New Year's Eve and the Spring Festival were not originally a festival in his hometown, but in this foreign country, feeling the lively atmosphere outside, he suddenly felt...it seemed a little different.

But what is the difference?

Mu De opened a bottle of red wine, poured it into a goblet, held it in the palm of his hand, and shook it slowly.

He will be in good health recently, and he will rarely go out in winter, so...he plans to drink a little wine today.

It should be fine.

There was no light in the room, it was pitch black, but there were thousands of lights outside, which could vaguely reflect the indoor scene. Mu De drank slowly, feeling that the night was cold and long.

In the past... when that child was here, it really felt different.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a slight sound from the door.

"Ouch!"

It was the sound of a stool being kicked over accidentally, and then, the room suddenly lit up, causing Mu De to close his eyes subconsciously.

Chu Mingkun hugged the thermos bucket in his arms, walked forward, and glanced back at the same time, "Why do you put the stool here? Don't turn on the light, what if you trip?"

He walked over and put the thermos on the table. Seeing the man half-covered his eyes, his handsome brows were slightly frowned. After a while, he opened his eyes and looked over slowly, his eyes brightened.

"How did you come?"

Mu De put down the goblet, his eyes fell on the dog head cartoon sticker on the thermos bucket, a little novel: "What is this?"

When did this kid start playing with such cartoon things?

After drinking, although he was not intoxicated, he was still a little tipsy, and his expression became softer. He leaned on an armrest and twisted his body slightly, with his chin half propped up, his eyes stopped on Chu Mingkun who was looking for the bowls and chopsticks: "Come here, will your father be unhappy? Didn't you agree... don't come here?"

Chu Mingkun set up the bowls and chopsticks, and chuckled lightly: "Xiaoheng is at home. He said he was carrying me, and he drove me here. He made the dumplings. Let us taste them together. eat, huh?"

His eyes fell on the half-empty red wine, and his eyelids twitched suddenly, "You... When did you drink so much wine? Did you eat? Did you drink it on an empty stomach?"

The man's face was gentle, with some surprise in his eyes, and his eyes were shining brightly.

"Xiao Kun..."

He draws out his tone, trying to muddle through.

"Come here, let me take a good look at you."

Chu Mingkun was a little angry, but he couldn't bear to see the lonely look of this man when he turned on the light.

He must... be looking forward to coming over by himself!But I have to drive myself back, even if I don't say anything, I must feel lonely in my heart.

What Xiao Heng said was right, this person was alone in a foreign country, had no relatives or reason, and was in poor health, so he must be accompanied by someone.

"Let's eat the dumplings first!"

Chu Mingkun sat down and opened the insulated bucket: "That boy Xiaoheng made the bag, and he also filled it. He also told me several times to let us not waste it, and eat up all of it!"

The man nodded with a smile, and replied in a deep voice: "It just so happens that I'm a little hungry too."

However, after Chu Mingkun opened the thermos, he stared blankly at the inside in a daze, and didn't move for a while.

Mu De was a little strange, "What's the matter? How about the dumplings..."

Chu Mingkun turned his head to look at him, raised his chin, pushed the thermos bucket in front of him, curled his lips, with a look of disgust on his face: "Look for yourself, what are these? How can there be a decent one! Isn't that kid Are you trying to trick us? This...is this edible? It won’t cause diarrhea if you eat it, right?”

The man didn't know why, and when he glanced at the thermos, he was also stunned.

Uh……

There are quite a lot of dumplings inside, but all of them are crooked, some are still stuck together, and some are even broken.

Even the part that is intact is so ugly that it is too ugly to look at. It is awkward and grotesque, which makes people... unappetizing.

"This..." Even though he was as calm and calm as Mu De, he was a little surprised. He looked at Chu Mingkun in a blink of an eye, and said hesitantly, "Otherwise we..."

Just at this time, Chu Heng sent a message.

"Be sure to finish eating! Don't waste food! Take pictures for me! Otherwise, I'll go to my dad and speak ill of you, and sooner or later you two will be torn apart, huh!"

Chu Mingkun pushed the phone to Mu De, dumbfounded.

"Then...then just eat it! Maybe... maybe it just looks ugly, and the taste...does it taste good?"

He swallowed, trying to convince himself.

Mu De was suspicious: "Really...really?"

He doesn't eat these foods very much on weekdays, but it doesn't look very delicious. Will it really be the same as Xiao Kun said, is it not good-looking?

The young man nodded hurriedly, and with a lot of effort, he picked out the dumplings one by one and pushed them all in front of him: "Here, try it while it's hot, my little brat has never made dumplings before, it's probably a mistake." Once, he urged me to come over and give it to you to eat, saying that in the future... you will also come to my house to celebrate the New Year, and everyone will be lively, um... I think you have to show some face. "