Wei Zichu stood up.
It wasn't until Wei Zichu walked up to Mu Chen that Mu Chen noticed that his eyes were red.
"What?" Holding the wooden board to support his body, Mu Chen felt a little funny: "Come on, pick up my hat, let's go."
"I want to hug you," Wei Zichu picked up the hat, rubbed his eyes and lowered his head: "Mu Chen, can I hug you?"
Mu Chen was stunned for a moment, then curled his mouth.
He stretched out his hand to the scarred boy in front of him.
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There was a rush of footsteps and a "pop" sound, and Mu Chen was pressed against the door panel.
"Wei Zichu!"
I couldn't move, and my ears were filled with a strange and aggressive smell.
The boy leaned close to his ear and said with a playful and evil tone: "Now you know you are afraid? Huh?"
"Wei Zichu!"
He kissed the angry person's forehead without any care.
Seeing Mu Chen blushing and mumbling, Wei Zichu felt his heart melt.
"Mu Chen, do you think we should be together?"
"..."
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Many years later.
The employees who arrived early and worked hard were lucky enough to watch their unruly boss at work holding a man's hand obediently.
Kiss goodbye at the door of the building! ! !
That night the WeChat group exploded.
Looking at the content of the discussion in amusement, Mu Chen kissed the man next to him and tapped the screen a few times.
"Wei Zichu, my husband."
Passionate and powerful, proud and paranoid.
Mu Chen's heart was that Wei Zichu had kicked him, but he was relieved bit by bit.
Intention: Salvation, Luck and Light