Qiuchi silent

Summary: You give.

When the two went downstairs, Mu Zhizhang had already returned, and was watching TV with his wife. When he heard the sound of footsteps, he glanced this way, and Xie Qiuchi's nervousness returned—Mu Zhe's facial features seemed to be inherited from his father. , but with the softness of his mother to neutralize, it is not as cold as Mu Zhizhang, not to mention that Mu Zhizhang is looking at him with a serious face, Xie Qiuchi faltered, and nodded stiffly to him: "Hello, Uncle. "

Mu Zhezhang also nodded in response without expression. Seeing Mu Zhe put his hands on his shoulders and almost walked with his arms around him, he seemed a little displeased: "Slimy."

Mu Zhe raised his eyebrows, and before he could say anything, Du Xiaoyue pushed Mu Zhizhang away from him. Du Xiaoyue turned her eyes, which were still focused on TV dramas, and gave him a blank look: "Don't be sticky."

"..." Mu Zhizhang coughed dryly, and silently posted it back.

Mu Zhe turned his head and whispered to Xie Qiuchi: "He's like this, he won't talk well unless my mother scolds him."

The air blowing past his ear made Xie Qiuchi a little itchy, he nodded slightly, secretly agreeing to Mu Zhe's words.

At the dinner table, Du Xiaoyue was still enthusiastic, and she gave Xie Qiuchi a small bowl of rock sugar and white fungus: "Xie, drink this and see how it tastes."

Xie Qiuchi stood up and took it, and under her expectant gaze, he only took a couple of sips and took a spoonful to drink: "It's delicious, did you make it?"

"Xiao Xie is really smart." Du Xiaoyue praised him, then turned her face and signaled her husband and son to make a living by themselves.

Mu Zhizhang filled half a bowl with disgust on his face, and took a sip: "It's okay."

"Whether it's good or not, it's better than someone not showing any signs." Du Xiaoyue said coolly without even looking at him.

Who knew that the "someone" in her words was waiting for this. After a few sips of the bowl of soup that he evaluated as "okay", she sat upright and said to Xie Qiuchi, "Xiao Xie, uncle doesn't know that you like it." What, so I only prepared a house for you. If Mu Zhe, a bastard, has conflicts with you, you won't live with him, and you will be mad at him."

Xie Qiuchi: "?"

What are you ready for?

Fortunately, he put down the soup bowl while listening to Mu's father, avoiding the embarrassment of spraying the table with soup, but he was still so shocked that he didn't stand up until Mu Zhizhang found out the key and refused.

Mu Zhizhang still had a serious face: "Take it, what a big deal."

Xie Qiuchi asked Mu Zhe for help with his eyes, Mu Zhe was delighted to see him blushing from anxiety, and after watching for two more seconds, he passed him and took the key from his father: "I will help Qiu Chi get the key first." , take a rest for a while, there is such a big scene."

Du Xiaoyue echoed: "The virtue of an upstart is worthy of you."

Mu Zhizhang: "?"

Co-authoring is thankless?

Xie Qiuchi still wanted to resist, but Mu Zhe sat down and stuffed him with a sweet and sour rib: "Try this."

The juicy meat was rotten, he chewed a few mouthfuls subconsciously, but his eyes looked a little angry, Mu Zhe saw that he was frowning and was about to talk after finishing the ribs, so he put another pan-fried octopus for him.

He didn't want to tease Xie Qiuchi like this at first, but he probably was angry that he took the key directly. It's really rare to see such an angry look, it's very interesting.

Xie Qiuchi still ate the piece of hairtail, "reciprocity" picked up a bunch of sweet dishes for Mu Zhe, and then pulled his own bowl towards him.

Mu Zhe flicked the shredded taro in the bowl, but he didn't have any objection, but the way he smiled seemed to have malicious intentions.

After dinner, Xie Qiuchi was dragged to the study by Mu Zhizhang—the reason was that Mu Zhe was talkative, saying that he liked calligraphy, and it happened that Mu Zhizhang was an "upstart" who cultivated himself through art, so he invited Xie Qiuchi to see his collection of works, When the two came out, they found that the rolled dumpling wrappers and the reconciled dumpling fillings had been placed in front of the sofa. They chatted together and made some dumplings while glancing at the liveliness on TV from time to time.

When it was almost eleven o'clock, Du Xiaoyue said "Oh!"

"Isn't there a ban on burning?" Mu Zhizhang asked.

"What do you know, electronic fireworks!" Du Xiaoyue said disdainfully.

The fireworks are at eleven o'clock, which is just right to watch from the garden terrace on the second floor.

Electronic fireworks look similar to ordinary fireworks, but there are many more patterns. They are like stars and moons, and they are not too noisy.

Mu Zhe and Xie Qiuchi leaned on the railing to watch together, the colorful light shone and shrouded them in, when a purple dahlia exploded, Mu Zhe turned his head to look at the fireworks in Xie Qiuchi's eyes.

Xie Qiuchi also turned to look at him, sensed the meaning of his actions, and couldn't help but look to the other side, but Mu Zhe held his head to prevent him from moving: "They left early."

As he spoke, he pressed down and put Xie Qiuchi's lips in his mouth. Xie Qiuchi also opened his mouth, and the two kissed for a while before separating.

"Are you angry just now?"

"...not angry...but how can you accept it for me."

"My dad treats you as his own family, so what's so strange about giving you a house?" Mu Zhe seemed to have thought of something, his eyes became more smiling, and he rubbed his earlobes gently, "If I bully you, you will Are you going to live in a new house?"

What he said tonight seemed to be either a bomb or a trap. When these two sentences came together, Xie Qiuchi didn't know which one to refute first, so he pursed his lips: "Why..."

"Not from my family?" Mu Zhe pinched his chin to make him look up to speak.

Xie Qiuchi felt that his master had become more and more difficult recently, he couldn't answer "no" and was too embarrassed to answer "yes". The corners of Zhe's upturned mouth seemed to be falling down, so he answered in a low voice, "Yes."

"There is still a question that hasn't been answered." Mu Zhe raised his eyebrows.

This is an easy answer, Xie Qiuchi lowered his head and kissed Mu Zhe's finger: "I like being bullied by you."

The fireworks were over, but they didn't go downstairs immediately, and they blew the cold north wind together for a while, gnashing their teeth and looking at the stars, until Mu Zhe realized that this romance in winter seemed inappropriate, so he rubbed his hands and thanked him. Qiu Chi went downstairs to take a hot bath.

Mu Zhe did a complete set of unfinished things in the afternoon in the bathtub, Xie Qiuchi's legs were so weak that he couldn't stand up, leaning on Mu Zhe, he was half-coaxed and pushed against the wall to do it again.One of his legs was lifted up, and he had to hold Mu Zhe's neck to keep his balance. Mu Zhe didn't shoot this time, so he put him down and turned around, but put his arms around his chest again. .

"Puppy, walk back by yourself." He bit his ear and gritted his teeth, mumbled.

He said he wanted Xie Qiuchi to walk back by himself, but his things were still in Xie Qiuchi's body, Xie Qiuchi would be bumped if he took a step, if he hadn't been surrounded by him, he might have fallen.

When he was pressed on the bed, Xie Qiuchi was already crying. He buried his face on the pillow in embarrassment and tried to wipe away his tears, but Mu Zhe intentionally fucked his sensitive spots hard, which made him unable to hold back Tears, being fucked to the point of "woo hoo".

When he shot quickly, he let go of the messy bed sheet, and groped to grab Mu Zhe's hand. Mu Zhe held his hand, and when he heard him whimpering and calling "Master", he understood, and with a strong arm, Xie Qiuchi Turned over, the two looked at each other face to face, and Mu Zhe kissed the corner of his red and swollen eyes.

Xie Qiuchi shot on Mu Zhe's lower abdomen, and even splashed a little on his chest and chin. Mu Zhe wiped it off with a smile, and wiped it on his face.

The New Year's bell was faintly ringing in the distance, Xie Qiuchi clamped Mu Zhe tightly, stretched out his arms to hug him, and said softly, "Happy New Year."

Mu Zhe also ejaculated from the tight intestinal wall, he sighed a long time, leaned down and pressed against Xie Qiuchi: "Happy New Year."

It took a long time for Xie Qiuchi's voice to ring out again: "It's been a long time since the dog celebrated the New Year."

"Every year in the future."

"Hmm." Xie Qiuchi's voice was still a little muffled.

"Why are you always crying?"

"...I couldn't hold back."

"It's okay if you can't bear it," he paused, "I have to buy you Zhenshi Ming."

Xie Qiuchi was amused by him, and Mu Zhe asked him again: "Are you sleepy?"

"Not sleepy." He wanted to talk to Mu Zhe for a while.

"Do it again if you're not sleepy."

"……Sleepy."

Mu Zhe bit him on the neck angrily, turned over and lay down beside him: "You are so courageous."

"You gave it to me." Xie Qiuchi carefully grabbed Mu Zhe's hand under the quilt.

Mu Zhe snorted and reluctantly agreed.

The moonlight is like snow, falling on the curtains, turning the room full of spring.

Remarks: You can't blame Mu Zhe for being more and more coquettish. Look at his family, they are all quite coquettish hahahahaha.

The countdown is over, if there are no accidents, you can bury me with flowers tomorrow or the day after tomorrow?