The beauty god is forced to love every day

The phone on the cabinet kept vibrating, and melodious instrumental music came out. Yan Qing's eyes were blurred, "A Xiao, give me the phone."

Mu Tingxiao pretended not to hear and shrank into the quilt silently. Seeing Mu Tingxiao like this, Yan Qing smiled helplessly and reached out to take the phone.

But Mu Tingxiao mischievously pushed the phone a little further away so that Yan Qing couldn't get it.

Yan Qing snorted and glared at Mu Tingxiao with resentment, "Stop making trouble, maybe there is something urgent."

Mu Tingxiao approached the phone slowly, lowered his head and moved closer to Yan Qing, wanting to see who was calling.

Yan Qing swiped across the screen and said in a hoarse voice, "Hey!"

There was silence for a moment before a magnetic and deep voice came out, "You led people to beat Lu Chen."

Yan Qing reached out and inserted her hand into Mu Tingxiao's short hair, and replied nonchalantly, "Yeah."

Mu Tingxiao didn't know who was on the phone, but from the sound of his voice he sounded like a mature man, and he seemed to be very familiar with Yan Qing.

This makes him feel a little jealous. Qingqing's circle of friends is either young handsome men or mature uncles.

Yan Junze on the other end of the phone took a puff of cigarette, his eyes dim and unclear, "How is Wangyou?"

Yan Qing was surprised that his father would ask about Wangyou's condition. "He was almost dead. When we went there, all he needed to do was send him to the crematorium."

Feeling the warmth of his fingers, Yan Qing lowered her eyes and looked over, meeting those lustful blue eyes, which was breathtaking.

Subconsciously, I reached out and touched it, my warm fingers brushed across the brow, the end of the eye, the eyelid...

Mu Tingxiao hugged Yan Qing, his eyes darkened.

A question came from the phone, "What's wrong?"

Yan Qing was about to go crazy. He took a moment to respond, "Nothing?"

He held the phone a little further away and whispered, "Mu Tingxiao, wait a minute~......."

Mu Tingxiao looked at the phone unhappily, wanting to know who it was. He rubbed the palm of Yan Qing's hand.

Yan Qing took a deep breath and said, "I'll hang up if I'm fine."

As the voice fell, the phone was silent for a moment, and then it rang again, "Go ahead and call! Zhou Tian, bring Mu Tingxiao back for dinner."

Yan Qing was stunned when she heard this, her misty eyes hesitated for a moment, and before he could respond, she hung up the phone.

Mu Tingxiao reached out and pulled the person into his arms, biting her earlobe jealously, "Qingqing, who is that?"

Yan Qing put her arm around Mu Tingxiao's strong arms and said, "My dad asked you to come back with me for dinner this week."

Mu Tingxiao stood there in a daze, and asked again uncertainly, "Was that your father's call just now?"

"Yeah." Yan Qing responded, raising an eyebrow, "My father-in-law's vinegar tastes good."

Mu Tingxiao looked embarrassed. Thinking back to what he had just done, he felt even more embarrassed. "I... didn't I know?"

“I guess he didn’t find it!”

Yan Qing pecked Mu Tingxiao, "Now you know you're scared. Who was the one who was doing this just now..."

Mu Tingxiao leaned over and kissed Yan Qing, blocking the rest of the words. He would feel ashamed if he heard any more.

One o'clock.

Mu Tingxiao held Yan Qing, who was as soft as water, in his arms. "What kind of gift do you think I should prepare? And what else should I pay attention to?"

Yan Qing was so tired that she didn't want to say a word, but she still managed to speak to Mu Tingxiao, "You don't need to pay attention to anything."

"Just be yourself. I'll prepare the gifts, although they're not necessary. My parents are very open-minded."

"Just treat it like you're at home and simply go back for a meal."

Mu Tingxiao didn't know how to get along with his elders, nor did he know what it was like to be at home. He only knew that home was where his beloved was.

They are family members that Qingqing cares about, and he cares about them too. He wants to leave a good impression and prepare everything in advance.

"My dear, how about......"

Before he could finish his words, he realized that the person in his arms had fallen asleep. He kissed Yan Qing's forehead tenderly, then fell asleep embracing his own morning sun.

Saturday.

Yan Qing slowly opened her eyes and found that the person next to her was gone. She slowly walked towards the cloakroom without wearing anything.

Then he saw Mu Tingxiao trying on clothes, "Xiao, it's so early."

Mu Tingxiao was wearing a white suit, standing in front of the floor-length mirror, looking back, "Qingqing, is this okay for me?"

Yan Qing stepped forward and adjusted Mu Tingxiao's tie. "Not bad, you are so gentle and elegant."

Mu Tingxiao looked at the person in front of him with deep eyes, and held the person in his arms, "Qingqing, you are so beautiful.

The two of them hesitated for a long time before they started to prepare to go back.

The old house of the Yan family.

Mu Tingxiao sat upright on the sofa with a serious look on his face, as if he was discussing cooperation.

Yan Qing reached out and held Mu Tingxiao's hand. Feeling his stiff body, she couldn't help but smile, "Ah Xiao, don't be nervous."

Mu Tingxiao glanced around and said, "Qingqing, why don't we stop holding hands? I'm afraid it will have a bad influence."

"What are you afraid of?" Yan Qing tightened her grip a little, "You're my boyfriend, why can't we hold hands?"

Before Mu Tingxiao could speak, a sweet female voice came, "That's right, Xiao, don't be restrained, just treat it as your own home."

When Mu Tingxiao saw the person coming, he immediately stood up and said, "Uncle, Aunt, I'm Mu Tingxiao."

Lin Yanwan smiled and looked at the man in front of her. The more she looked, the more satisfied she became. He was a good match for her son. "Come and sit down. You are so handsome."

Yan Junze glanced at Mu Tingxiao and said, "Sit down."

When the two men faced each other, it was like a negotiation. The atmosphere became depressing and solemn, and their auras kept colliding.

Lin Yanwan looked at her husband's slightly curled fingers, smiled happily, and spoke to break the heavy atmosphere.

"Ah Xiao, how old are you?"

Mu Tingxiao put away his aura and responded gently, "Aunt, I'm 28 now."

Yan Qing raised his eyebrows and looked at his father, his eyes full of pride.

Yan Junze watched calmly, not caring about the child's provocation at all, "Let's eat!"

After the family finished their meal, Lin Yanwan pulled Mu Tingxiao aside to chat about this and that. Mu Tingxiao was not used to it at first, but gradually he relaxed.

Yan Junze and Yan Qing were playing chess. They looked friendly on the surface, but the fight on the chessboard was fierce.

Yan Qing placed the last chess piece down, "You lose."

Yan Junze came back to his senses and threw the chess piece into the white jar in boredom, "You kid, you are merciless."

"You are absent-minded. We will leave first." Yan Qing stood up and straightened his clothes.

Yan Junze withdrew his gaze from Lin Yanwan and glanced at Mu Tingxiao dimly, "You are self-aware. Take her back quickly."

"Two bastards who don't know how to respect their elders."

Yan Qing shrugged indifferently, "Dad, you lost in momentum, blame me."

"I didn't lose, I was just letting him win." Yan Junze said unhappily.