Quick Travel: Destiny for Thirty Lifetimes

There was no deliberate attempt to conceal the whereabouts of the two, so before the afternoon, photos of them at the entrance of the hotel were released. Mu Ziang kept a close eye on it, and as soon as the news was released, the internet trolls arrived at the battlefield first, throwing out nice words like they were free.

Wow! I told you they have a close relationship, even having lunch together.

[: Why is there only Teacher Mu's assistant? The car also belongs to Teacher Mu, and it was specially used to pick up Teacher Lian for dinner! ! ]

[: And Mr. Lian's black cat! He doesn't struggle even when held in the assistant's arms. He looks very familiar.]

[: They have such a good relationship. I'm really envious. I wish I had a friend as good as them.]

Shouldn't Mr. Mu be filming on set? He even made time to have lunch with Mr. Lian. What a beautiful friendship!

What kind of marketing hype is this? I, Brother Mu, am incredibly dedicated and refuse to be sucked dry.

[: You two are married, so please be careful. Oh, you're a couple, then it's okay.]

【：Don't knock on the door upstairs, take my Qingbao away, Qingbao is the only beauty. 】

【: My brother Mu never left the set when filming before, right? This time he must be doing marketing. Could it be that someone wants to enter the film industry?】

[: Say no to malicious bundling and unscrupulous marketing. Please keep yourselves out of each other's way.]

[: It would be great if they could really collaborate. Two such beautiful faces appearing on the same screen would be absolutely stunning!]

【：Support freedom of cooperation, support social freedom, respect the private lives of artists, and reject mindless fans. 】

[: These two fans have absolutely no sense of boundaries. How can they interfere with the private lives of celebrities? They haven't done anything illegal, so please don't be so aggressive. Maybe the wedding will be held in a livestream, with fans standing on either side.]

[: You two are married and have your own families, so please don't force it to be too low-class.]

【：The popular Qing Dynasty drama is now on air, you are welcome to support me. 】

【：Brother Mu is busy filming and will not be participating in any marketing activities.】

【: ...a bunch of psychopaths. 】

*

On Friday afternoon, Lian Qingyang had just finished his offline promotion in the city. He sat in the back seat, closed his eyes and rested, and the questions he had been asked by reporters in the past two days about him and Mu Yinchen emerged in his mind again. Because he was in Xuan Opera, these questions were basically irrelevant and he didn't need to answer them.

"Since you and Actor Mu finished filming the romance show, has your relationship taken a step further?"

"Excuse me, are you and Mr. Mu just good friends in private?"

"Regarding the previous rumors about your private disagreement with Emperor Mu, what do you think?"

"Regarding the recent numerous online images of you and Actor Mu spending time alone together, are these deliberately hyped up or are they genuine expressions of your feelings?"

Xiaojiu's consciousness was connected to his sea of ​​consciousness, and at this moment he also felt the confusion of his thoughts. He opened his eyes and looked up, and saw that the host had a slightly frown on his face, and let out a soft "meow".

The car drove smoothly into the community. Several ordinary cars stopped outside the community and left one by one not long after.

After watching Xiaozhou leave, Lian Qingyang turned and went into the house. Xiaojiu jumped out of his arms and went to the cat's nest with stumbling steps.

It was already dark outside, but the lights were brightly lit inside. The aroma of food wafted from the kitchen, and a figure appeared at the kitchen door. He was wearing an apron over his home clothes. His tall figure made the apron look more like a bellyband. Mu Yinchen opened his arms and smiled at the person who was still standing at the door. His deep voice rang out in the quiet room, warm and reassuring: "Welcome home, we're having dinner."

The suppressed irritability and confusion disappeared with these words, replaced by a heart full of joy and peace. Lian Qingyang raised the corners of his mouth, threw off his shoes in a few seconds, and trotted into the man's arms.

The two of them hugged each other quietly for a while. Lian Qingyang raised his head, looking at Mu Yinchen with bright eyes, and his voice unconsciously carried a hint of dependence: "Didn't you say you wouldn't be back until tomorrow?"

Mu Yinchen lowered his head and pressed his forehead against the person in his arms, rubbing his nose against the tip of his nose before slowly speaking, "I've been filming more scenes these past few days, but the director still wouldn't let me go. I begged him, saying that someone at home was waiting for me and I had to go home to see him, otherwise he would miss me so much that he would call me eight hundred times a day. I couldn't bear to hang up on him, and then I wouldn't be able to film."

Lian Qingyang sniffed and laughed at him: "The director let you go because he was afraid you would slack off. If others knew about this, they would scold you for being unprofessional."

"Nonsense, I'm so dedicated to my work, so dedicated that I don't even have time to hug my lover." Mu Yinchen also laughed. He could feel that Lian Qingyang was in a bad mood, so he whispered to coax him into laughing.

Lian Qingyang's ears flushed red. He reached out and pushed him. After being released, he walked towards the kitchen: "I'm hungry. Let's eat first. The scrambled eggs with tomatoes you made this time are delicious."

Mu Yinchen stuck close behind him, following him as he walked back and forth, as if they were inseparable.

It is clear that he is the one who cannot live without his lover.

*

Before going to bed at night, Mu Yinchen applied to sleep in the same bed with Lian Qingyang. After being approved by Lian Qingyang, he went into the room holding the pillow.

Mu Yinchen leaned over, holding the sleepless person in his arms, and asked softly, "Did you encounter anything unhappy today?"

Lian Qingyang shook his head. Being questioned aggressively by some reporters was actually a very common thing for some artists. Before he came, he had also been asked seemingly true but ambiguous questions. With his current status, this kind of situation would not happen, but it happened after he came into contact with Mu Yinchen.

Seeing that Lian Qingyang didn't want to talk, Mu Yinchen didn't force him. Thinking of calling his brother tomorrow to ask, he hugged the man tightly in his arms and patted his back gently, again and again, his voice hypnotizing him to sleep: "Okay, go to sleep, I wish you a sweet dream."

Lian Qingyang fell asleep and then had a dream.

Several malicious reporters approached, their microphones thrust at them and magnified faces, all tinged with ferocity and a hint of malice. Several mouths repeated the same words: "How dare you live? You're worthless, full of flaws. You're a waste of air. What's the point of having a pretty face? No one will like you, not even me."

Lian Qingyang covered his ears, raised his head and opened his mouth to refute: "I'm good, I'm great, and some people like me."

However, he found that several faces had changed, becoming the people he was most familiar with and hated the most. The words spewed out of their mouths kept stinging him: "How could we have a son like you? You are such a loser. No one in the world would like you, and we don't like you either. If we could, we should have aborted you directly. You are a loser."

"I'm not, I'm not a waste, I'm very powerful now, I'm very powerful, I'm not a waste, someone likes me, you are the most useless parents, our family should go to hell together..."

"Qingqing, Qingqing, wake up, you're fine, everything's fine." Mu Yinchen kept patting the person in his arms, but he didn't seem surprised by what he said. He just kept comforting him with pity and love. "You have left that world and will no longer be insulted. You are very powerful now, very brave, very smart, and very outstanding. Everyone likes you. Qingqing, I love you."

The person in his arms gradually calmed down. Mu Yinchen's eyes were cold. He reached out and gently brushed his wet hair, then kissed him on the forehead.

"999, delete Qingqing's dream from his memory, investigate what happened during the day and send it to the computer in the study. Investigate any abnormalities today. I give you the right." Mu Yinchen woke up the sleeping system in his sea of ​​consciousness, gave the task before it could speak, and then carefully got up and went to the study.

*

Lian Qingyang slept until dawn. When he wanted to stretch, he felt his waist was restrained. He turned around and saw Mu Yinchen sleeping with his eyes closed. However, his arms sensed his movements and automatically tightened.

He turned around with difficulty and pinched the man's face: "As expected, he is still cute when he is asleep. Why are there some dark circles under his eyes?"

Mu Yinchen half-opened his eyes, feeling sleepy. "What time is it? I'm so sleepy! I don't know why. I slept until dawn, but it felt like I only slept for three or four hours. Did I sleepwalk last night?"

After that, he buried his face in the crook of the neck of the person in his arms, and his voice was a little soft after just waking up: "But it feels so good to see you when I wake up. I like you so much, Qingqing, let me take a breath."

Lian Qingyang shrank his neck and pushed him away with a smile: "It's so itchy, let me go, hahahahahaha."

The two of them were making a mess on the bed. Xiao Jiu hadn't known when he entered the room and used his claws to pry open the curtains. The warm, non-glaring morning light streamed through the window into the room. Mu Yinchen was pinned down by Lian Qingyang, his gaze fixed on the person enveloped by the light. He murmured, "Qingqing, are you a child of light?"

Lian Qingyang stopped what he was doing, but his smile was still there: "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm obviously a human being."

Mu Yinchen put his arm around his waist and pulled him down, kissed the corner of his mouth, and whispered, "No, she's obviously my angel."

Time was quiet for a few seconds, and Lian Qingyang stood up and ran to the bathroom: "Mu Yinchen, you haven't brushed your teeth yet!"