Brilliant

How can you blame a child who ran into a forest full of wild beasts just to pick a flower for you.He stretched out his scarred hand, stood on tiptoe with all his strength, and then held the hard-picked flowers in front of you.Disgraced and raised the most innocent smile, I hope you will praise him well.

He doesn't know how dangerous the road he walks is, he only has the flower that he wants to dedicate to you in his eyes.

"Mo Beicheng..." Wen Mingyuan took a step back...

you man.......

What do you want me to do?

How do you want me to love you...

"Don't you know your own situation? Don't you know how dangerous your life is?" Wen Mingyuan's tears fell one by one, "You never thought that if your personal information was found online How much trouble will it cause afterward?"

He has never cried for sad things in his life, no matter how uncomfortable or painful he just endured in silence, but he often shed tears because of this person's tenderness, this person's blazing love like the sun.

"I won't let them hurt you..." Mo Beicheng said with his head down, looking at the corner of his clothes, like a child who admitted his mistake.

Wen Mingyuan's eye sockets felt sharp pain again.

At this point, he was still thinking about himself.

"The person they will hurt is you!" Wen Mingyuan yelled, "Can you stop thinking about me...can you think about yourself, Mo Beicheng... Have you ever thought about what I will do after you are hurt?"

"I've thought about it," Mo Beicheng looked up at him, showing a pure and beautiful smile like a child, "You are so good, there will definitely be people who will fall in love with you."

Someone else will fall in love with you.

You will fly to the light, and I will rot with the ashes.

"I don't want..." Wen Mingyuan wiped his tears with his sleeve, "I don't want others...just you..."

His words were cut intermittently by the sobbing sound, and Mo Beicheng still understood what he was talking about.He stretched out his right hand and pressed him into his arms.Fortunately, Wen Mingyuan didn't push himself away this time.

He knew that what he said made Wen Mingyuan uncomfortable, so Mo Beicheng quickly changed his tone.

"I'm sorry... I didn't know that my father's trial date was during this time," Mo Beicheng stroked his back, "I thought that after such a long time, no one would care, and even grandpa They were all sent to prison... let's not talk about it? We're moving again..."

Wen Mingyuan's throat hurt from crying, and he coughed several times, "Don't change the subject...don't...don't do that..."

Mo Beicheng patted him on the back, "Okay, I'll get you some water."

"And take out the things in your suitcase!" Wen Mingyuan is now like a cat whose hair has exploded, the kind that can't be coaxed well, "Take them all out!"

"But we have to move in these two days... just moved there directly..." Mo Beicheng was puzzled, why bother to take out things with great fanfare, anyway, we have to move there, just to save some effort .

"No," Wen Mingyuan still refused, "I don't like your things being kept alone...I want your things to be put together with mine..."

Mo Beicheng's heart warmed, and he kissed his tear-stained face.

"Go and pour water!" Wen Mingyuan said fiercely to him.

Mo Beicheng went to the living room to pour water.

Wen Mingyuan leaned against the edge of the bed and sat down slowly.

What he owes this person seems unclear...

The first time I tasted love in my life, it turned out to be this kind of taste, like the warmth that would kill people.

Mo Beicheng brought in the water and put it in Wen Mingyuan's hands.

Wen Mingyuan took two sips of water, and put the empty glass on the bedside table: "According to your brother, you'd better pay attention to safety during this time, aren't we going to move to a new house? See if you can not go to the studio." ...Or go less... Wait until the trial is over, and then you go back to work. Or we hire a bodyguard? I think we can hire a bodyguard at our current salary level... "

"Don't be so exaggerated, I've been here for so long," Mo Beicheng said, "Besides, the capital is very safe, and the subway security check has to be checked several times..."

"Just in case there is nothing wrong," Wen Mingyuan emphasized, "Do you remember what happened to Yuan Ai before? Brother Sun scolded me for a long time because I didn't hire a driver."

Sun Junliang had too many artists under his command, it was impossible for Wen Mingyuan to take care of everything, and Wei Qiumiao was a girl, so he couldn't take care of many things.That day it was because Wen Mingyuan wanted to go to the bathroom before going home, so Wei Qiumiao was asked to go back first, and this happened in the parking lot.

"But bringing bodyguards is too exaggerated..." Mo Beicheng said.

"Will you listen to me if I am fierce to you?" Wen Mingyuan deliberately showed a very fierce expression.

"Okay... Then for a while," Mo Beicheng backed down a step, and Wen Mingyuan stopped arguing with him.

"Then cancel the plan to take you back to your M account, in front of me." Wen Mingyuan said.

Mo Beicheng took out his mobile phone and began to tell the media people he had contacted one by one to cancel the matter temporarily, and the money would be paid accordingly.

"Did you work so much overtime during this period, just to make money?" Wen Mingyuan said, "Are you stupid or not?"

"Not only that, but I also want to take good care of you." After sending the message, Mo Beicheng turned off his phone, and then leaned on Wen Mingyuan's shoulder, "I don't have much experience in love for the first time, I'm sorry..."

I just want to give you the best, I just want to take everything you want, so much so that I forget to protect myself.

"Don't do this anymore," Wen Mingyuan turned his head and placed a kiss on his forehead, "Don't hurt yourself, I will hurt..."

"Okay," Mo Beicheng stood up, "Go to sleep."

It was already past one o'clock in the morning, and Wen Mingyuan had to act the next day. Mo Beicheng planned to meet the friend whose brother said he was going to sell the house tomorrow, and then sort out the things to do in the future.

Wen Mingyuan was a little tired from crying, and the things he had been keeping in his heart were finally resolved. Contrary to the tossing and turning just now, he fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

The lights are still on.

Mo Beicheng reached out to close it, then got under the quilt and held Wen Mingyuan's hand tightly.

Wen Mingyuan subconsciously slipped into Mo Beicheng's arms.

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