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The future he was thinking of was that on a sunny afternoon, he would sit in front of the computer and write, Yan Muqi would sit at the desk to work, and their children might be playing the piano, or they might be running around mischievously.Occasionally, when he turned his head, he could see the sunlight hitting Yan Muqi's face, casting beautiful shadows, Yan Muqi would also look back at him, and when the two of them looked at each other and smiled, he would suddenly have a flash of inspiration.

Yan Muqi is handsome by nature, with a straight nose bridge and delicate eyebrows. Many times, Wen Jingcheng thinks that Yan Muqi is more beautiful and charming than those famous stars in his company.

But thinking of the red-faced rumors about him and the starlets in their company, Wen Jingcheng hated Yan Muqi to death.

Although he knew that it was not true, since Mu Chu left, Yan Muqi would never sleep with anyone else except to have sex with him to solve physical problems when he returned home.

But those photos were not fake either, he kissed the ones that should be kissed, and the ones that shouldn't have been kissed too.

Thinking of this, Wen Jingcheng wished that the person in front of him could no longer be hard on others, and it would be better to spread rumors of his impotence.

But he always made Wen Jingcheng cry and beg for mercy on the bed. Feeling his shameful thoughts, Wen Jingcheng blushed and buried his whole face in the quilt.

This kind of action woke up Yan Muqi, who hadn't slept very deeply. Seeing the person on the bed shrinking into a ball again, the ears were suspiciously red, thinking that Wen Jingcheng was starting to feel uncomfortable.Quickly pulled away the quilt and touched Wen Jingcheng's forehead with his hand, and he was relieved after feeling the normal temperature.

If something really happened to this man, the old ancestor of the family would have to kill him!

Wen Jingcheng's face turned even redder because of Yan Muqi's gentle concern for him.

After Wen Jingcheng was discharged from the hospital, he was forced to rest on the bed by Yan Mu and Yan Muqi for several days. Wen Jingcheng felt that his bones were about to fall apart from sleep, and even the cracks in his bones were noisy.

Yan Muqi forbade him to face the computer all the time, so Wen Jingcheng managed to get three hours of writing time every day.Shi Hao's urging was getting tighter and tighter day by day, Yan Muqi didn't consider Wen Jingcheng's mood of being urged to write at all, watched the hour hand move three grids, went to the room and took out the notebook in Wen Jingcheng's hand.

He raised his finger and pointed to the hanging clock, indicating to Wen Jingcheng that it was time.Wen Jingcheng could only let Yan Muqi save the unfinished manuscript and close the notebook.Wen Jingcheng pouted with some dissatisfaction, muttering something in a low voice.

Yan Muqi seemed to have heard, stingy, and his own name, smiled and put the notebook aside.Sitting next to Wen Jingcheng, seeing Wen Jingcheng's pouting mouth no longer so pale due to the recuperation and conditioning these days, he suddenly wanted to kiss him.

"The doctor said that you didn't keep up with your nutrition before, and your health is too poor. You must take a good rest to take care of your body. How can you always be in front of the computer? The computer radiates a lot, which is not good for you or your children..."

Yan Muqi suddenly muttered like an old woman.

Wen Jingcheng snorted softly, "He's still just a germ the size of a grain of rice, so it's not as serious as you said!"

After hearing Wen Jingcheng's words, Yan Muqi couldn't help but look at the frowned and delicate eyebrows of the person in front of him, and seemed to want to say something else.

Yan Muqi leaned over and locked the person between his arms and the headboard of the bed, blocking Wen Jingcheng's mouth when he wanted to speak.

Softer and more elastic than expected.

Wen Jingcheng's eyes widened, and he didn't know how to react.Yan Muqi had never kissed him before, even when making love, Yan Muqi was never willing to kiss him, he knew what he was worried about.

I never mention it, and I don’t send myself up there waiting to be rejected.

Such an unexpected kiss made Wen Jingcheng look like a frightened rabbit, staring at the handsome face with wide eyes.