First Love Performance Art [Entertainment]

Half an hour later, Song Jianchu finally ended the girls' game.

Mu's mother brought the chopped pineapple, saw the red ears of the guest on the sofa, and asked, "Is it too hot in the room? See why the ears are so red?"

Song Jianchu closed his eyes, lifted the collar of the round neck sweater, and said calmly, "A little bit, it's okay."

Mumu looked over: "Brother Little Rabbit's ears are red, so cute, it looks good to touch."

Afraid that the little girl's hand would really reach out, Song Jianchu moved aside calmly.

"Mu Mu, please stop making trouble with brother." Mu's mother also sat down on the sofa, saw Song Jianchu's nails, immediately got up apologetically and said, "I'm really sorry, did my sister bother you? I'll help you put the nail polish on." wipe."

Song Jianchu clenched his hands into fists unnaturally, and hurriedly said, "No, there's no rush."

Mu Ye pursed his lips and suppressed a smile, and rubbed his shoulders for him: "The leader has worked hard."

Afraid that Mu Ye would habitually hug him, Song Jianchu naturally moved to the side, keeping a safe distance from the siblings.

It's already very risky to come here for dinner, and Mu Ye's family must not notice it.

After all, it is not a glorious thing for a son to be raised.

The person who was adopted did not shy away from it at all.

"What are you doing sitting so far away?" Mu Ye waved in displeasure, "Come back."

Mother Mu asked suspiciously: "Yeah, why did you sit there at the beginning of Jianchu? Can you eat fruit?"

"It's cooler here." Song Jianchu naturally found an excuse, "I'm full."

Mumu said regretfully: "Brother Little Rabbit, the strawberries are grown by Mumu, they are delicious."

"Jianchu, come and have a taste." Mu's mother said, "We planted the strawberries with Mumu, and we just drove to pick them yesterday."

Song Jianchu paused: "I'll eat later."

"If you don't come, I will." Mu Ye said.

Song Jianchu had no choice but to move back.

Satisfied, Mu Ye fed strawberries to those who came back to him: "Taste, Mumu brand strawberries."

Song Jianchu said politely, "Thank you, I'll take it myself."

Mu Ye has already delivered the strawberry: "Open your mouth."

Song Jianchu subconsciously bit the strawberry handed over, and ate it very calmly.

Mumu watched helplessly, and said enviously: "Mumu also wants someone to feed strawberries, and Mumu also wants to show affection."

Song Jianchu covered his mouth and turned his head to cough, almost choking.

Mu Ye patted his back.

"What nonsense again." Mother Mu tapped Mu Mu's head lightly: "That's brother's leader, and brother wants to show affection to your future sister-in-law."

Mumu said hesitantly: "But that's how the young couples on TV show their affection."

Song Jianchu looked stiff, picked up a bottle of water and took a long gulp.

"Don't listen to your brother talking in your sleep." Mu's mother said disgustedly: "Your brother is flattering the leader, I don't know how to behave well."

Song Jianchu: "..."

Song Jianchu's tense expression gradually relaxed.

Mu Ye saw that Song Jianchu was uncomfortable, so he didn't want to stay any longer, so he got up and said, "We're going back when there's nothing to do."

Song Jianchu was stunned for a moment, then got up.

Mu's mother suddenly became anxious: "Why are you leaving? It's rare to come back, stay for one night and then go back. Your father hasn't even seen you yet."

Saying that, Mu's mother looked at Song Jianchu: "Let's stay at Jianchu for a day, and leave after the festival. You shouldn't have anything urgent, right?"

Mumu also said sadly: "Brother, don't leave, and spend another day with Mumu, okay?"

Song Jianchu hesitated for a few seconds.

If he goes back, Mu Ye will definitely go with him, it's better to have a family reunion during the festival.

Song Jianchu said: "There is no rush."

Mother Mu persuaded: "Then stay."

Mu Ye thought for a while, then asked in a low voice, "Then stay for one night before leaving?"

Song Jianchu had no objection and said, "It's all fine."

Hearing that the brothers did not leave, Mumu cheered happily: "That's great!"

Mother Mu went upstairs happily: "I'm going to clean up the guest room right now."

Mumu also took the elevator upstairs at home: "I'm here to help too."

When there was no one in the living room, Mu Ye took Song Jianchu's hand and said worriedly: "Don't force me, I can come back anytime."

"No." Song Jianchu saw that there was a surveillance camera at home, cautiously withdrew his hand, and said, "You can stay at home for one more day, it doesn't matter where I live."

Mu Ye's gaze stayed on his face for a few seconds, he chuckled, and whispered ambiguously, "Don't lock the door at night, I'll go find you."

"Don't." Song Jianchu stopped in advance and said calmly, "Sleep separately tonight."

Mu Ye's expression was obviously not very willing. After thinking for a moment, he frowned: "Forget it, let's go back. If you can't hug or kiss, it's a waste of another day."

Song Jianchu: "..."

In fact, Song Jianchu was also very tangled.

Having slept with Mu Ye for so many days, he doesn't really want to sleep separately.

But he didn't want Mu Ye to go back with him, and let Mu Ye's family down.

Song Jianchu was silent for two seconds, glanced nervously at the direction of the stairs, leaned close to Mu Ye's face, and said softly, "I'll send you a message later."

"Good idea." Mu Ye glanced at him expectantly: "It's still Chuchu."

Song Jianchu: "."

Mu Ye quickly kissed him on the cheek, and said with a smile, "Waiting for your signal."

That night, Papa Mu packed a table full of good food and went home, warmly entertaining the distinguished guests.After dinner, the mother and daughter went to the living room to catch up on the drama, and the three men continued to drink and chat.

"Thank you leader for always taking care of my son." Papa Mu raised his glass.

Song Jianchu politely clinked glasses with Mu's father with fruit juice: "No, Teacher Mu has been taking care of me."

Papa Mu made the calculations and said with emotion: "His agent has never been to our house, Mu Ye must like you as a younger brother very much, I think you should be my godson."

Song Jianchu thought a lot in his head for a while, and he froze in a daze.

"Dad, when will you change your habit of being a son after drinking too much?" Mu Ye lazily put his face on his face, pinching the wine glass in his hand and said speechlessly: "You have recognized all the sons of your old friends, right? ? How many brothers do I have never met?"

Papa Mu drank the wine in the glass silently, and coughed dryly: "I haven't seen you, my own son, for a few times all year round, so why don't I kiss my godsons?"

Mu Ye poured wine for his father, and said softly, "You recognize as many as you like, but this one won't do."

Song Jianchu lowered his eyes and drank the juice silently.

Mu's father laughed knowingly: "Why, I'm afraid that my father will forget you when he has a lovely godson?"

Mu Ye: "Yes."

"It's already 25, and the jealousy is still so strong." Mu's father felt a little warm, picked up the wine glass and touched his son: "You, you just don't grow up, no wonder the boss and the young can't even find a date, just have a face What is the use?"

Mu Ye sighed: "Dad, not only do I have face, I'm also a singer."

"You still have the guts to mention this to me?" Papa Mu sneered: "I promised to come back to inherit the family business after two years of debut, and I didn't keep my word!"

"Well, luckily I didn't listen to you." Mu Ye was playing with Song Jianchu's clothes under the table, and said leisurely, "Otherwise, your company would have closed down more than twice, and there is no chance of going public, let's go to the auction house."

Papa Mu held back, and blushed drunkly, spit out three words: "Unfilial son!"

Song Jianchu pursed his lips and suppressed a smile.

Mumu shouted mysteriously in the living room: "Brother Little Rabbit, come here!"

Song Jianchu turned around when he heard the sound.

Mu Ye stretched out his hand and pinched the back of his neck, and said gently: "Go, don't need to accompany me, my dad drinks and tortures people, so I'll just accompany him."

"Are you embarrassed to say me?" Papa Mu was not happy: "How many times has your drunk performance art made headlines? You have lost my old face."

Song Jianchu got up: "Uncle, drink slowly, I'm sorry."

Mu's father said kindly: "Go, what a good boy."

The father and son were so good at drinking, Song Jianchu sat with him for three hours, his waist became stiff, and his eyelids twitched from sleepiness.

Song Jianchu rubbed his eyes and walked slowly to the living room. Mumu held a large photo album and waved to him, lowering his voice: "Brother Xiaotu, come quickly! Show you my brother's photo!"

Mu Ye's photo?

Song Jianchu suddenly woke up, went to sit next to Mumu, and saw Mu Ye's childhood photos on the album, his eyes lit up.

I have long known on the Internet that Song Jianchu is Mu Ye's number one fanboy. Mu's mother smiled knowingly, and helped her son distribute fan benefits, and whispered: "Quickly see if there are any photos you like? From kindergarten to university, pick a few and take them away." .”

Song Jianchu's expression was pleasantly surprised for a moment, and he couldn't help asking: "Is it okay?"

"Of course." Mu's mother said with a smile, "Hurry up, don't let Mu Ye see it, there are a lot of his black history in it, and he never dared to read it himself."

Song Jianchu originally wanted to restrain himself and not be too interested in other people's dark history.

Still unable to resist the temptation, he concentrated on flipping through the photo album.

Seeing the photos of Mu Ye's mischievous troubles when he was in kindergarten, Song Jianchu's heart was filled with wonder, and the corners of his mouth could not help but rise slightly.

The son's fanboy is so cute, Mu's mother can't take her eyes away at all, and can't stop laughing.

Mumu propped the sofa closer, and asked quietly: "Brother Little Rabbit, do you really like my brother?"

Song Jianchu was struggling with which photo to choose, and was stunned when he heard this question.

Touching the photo of Muye Elementary School winning the piano competition with his finger, Song Jianchu was silent for two seconds and said "Hmm".

"I like him too." Mumu said happily, "My brother is the best person in the world."

Mu's mother gently stroked Mumu's hair.

Song Jianchu smiled lightly: "Indeed."

Mumu asked worriedly: "Brother Little Rabbit, will you always like him? Will you come to our house to play again?"

Song Jianchu: "Yes."

Mu Mu likes Brother Little Rabbit so much, he couldn't help but continue to ask, wanting to get a definite answer: "How long will you like him?"

Song Jianchu raised his head and looked at Mumu, without answering.

Mother Mu hugged her daughter back: "Okay, don't bother brother to choose photos."

Mumu pursed her lower lip regretfully.

Song Jianchu carefully took out a photo of Mu Ye when he was 17 years old, the boy in the photo was younger than him.If the current Muye is a red wine with a good vintage, it will exude a mellow and seductive atmosphere from the bottom. The 17-year-old Mu Ye is just crushed and dripped from the pulp, the color is bright and saturated, and the grape juice that has not been fermented and desugared is bright and gorgeous.

"Want this one?" Mother Mu said, "I'll find an envelope to pack it for you."

Just about to get up, Mu's mother saw Song Jianchu put the photo back into the album again.

"Why did you put it back again?" Mother Mu asked, "No one you like?"

Song Jianchu shook his head: "Every one is very precious."

Mu's mother looked at him incomprehensibly.

"Don't take it away, just put it here." Song Jianchu closed the album contentedly: "If there is a chance, I will look at it again."

Mu Ye didn't go home for a long time, and drank with his father until midnight.Song Jianchu didn't feel sleepy, so he went upstairs to the guest room to sleep.

He fell asleep until he didn't know what time, Song Jianchu heard the phone vibrate.He closed his eyes and picked up his phone, and saw that it was a WeChat message from Mu Ye.

[MY: Squat. 】

Song Jianchu frowned and tried to open his eyes, and saw that it was already two o'clock in the morning.

He thought about it, but didn't reply.

It was too late, and he decided to pretend he was asleep and didn't see it.

Hold the phone and close your eyes again.

After a while, the phone vibrated again in his hand.

Song Jianchu raised his phone sleepily.

[MY: squat squat. 】

With just two words, Song Jianchu could already be sure that this person must have drunk too much, and he was afraid of making a big noise, so he gave up the idea of ​​letting people into the house.

Still pretending not to see.

Before letting go, the phone vibrated several times in a row.

【MY: Chu Chu】

[MY: Baby]

【MY: Little Rabbit】

【MY: [sad]】

[MY: Baby, I forgot, can I remind you? 】

Song Jianchu's sleepy expression gradually confused: "?"

Staring at a series of incomprehensible messages, Song Jianchu almost couldn't resist replying: What do you remind?

The person on the opposite side tried the previous news a few times unwillingly. Judging from the faster and faster frequency, it seemed a little anxious.

Song Jianchu sat up and analyzed for a long time, and had a vague guess.

The next second, his door was gently scratched from the outside.

[MY: What's the password? 】

【MY: The password to meet Chuchu [Grievance]】

Song Jianchu: "..."