How did finding a wife for the villain become giving away a husband?

Wen Yian noticed that Song Wenjing had straightened up a lot, like a poplar tree. He just didn't seem quite serious, and he felt a bit aroused.

Wen Yian: “…”

This guy... couldn't he have known that he was looking at him and then he straightened his back! Is Song Wenjing so childish? Like a little kid.

So... cute!

When they got home, Song Wenjing asked Wen Yian to sit down while he went to bring the dishes over. As soon as he left, Wen Yian followed.

Wen Yian ignored his words and followed him and said, "I'll go over there too. I want to see what you've made. I smell the aroma of meat. Have you cooked meat?" Just smelling it was enough.

Really fragrant!

No one doesn't like eating meat, and he is the same.

Song Wenjing said proudly, "I made braised chicken, fried potatoes with meat, tofu, vegetables, and so on. I guarantee the meat will be delicious and there will be enough of it."

snort!

He really treasured this good opportunity. As the saying goes, one should be grateful for what one has done, so even if he felt guilty, he had to make this a reality.

The ancients often said that love grows over time!

Maybe he and Wen Zhiqing will fall in love with each other over time.

Hey Hey!

Every day when I wake up, I have my delicate wife in my arms, and just thinking about her makes me feel light and happy.

"You...are you having a distinguished guest?" Wen Yian asked in surprise. After all, these dishes were a lavish affair, truly extravagant. He...wait, that distinguished guest couldn't be himself, could he?

After all, he hadn't heard that anyone was coming to Song Wenjing's house, and Song Wenjing had already made an appointment with him, so it was impossible for him to invite someone else.

Otherwise it would be impolite.

"I don't have any distinguished guests, but my sweetheart is here, so I have to prepare something rich. Otherwise, if he doesn't want me, what should I do? If I were a deserted husband, I might as well find a piece of tofu to rub against."

"I feel uncomfortable just thinking about it. I don't want to be an abandoned husband." Song Wenjing said aggrievedly.

Upon hearing this, Wen Yian blushed and said angrily: "Who...who is your sweetheart? What nonsense (｀Δ′)!" Why does this person just say that?

You haven't told this to many people, have you?

Wen Yian glanced at him and thought it was impossible. After all, he had never seen Song Wenjing talk to any girl. Usually, Song Wenjing walked alone.

Sweetheart...it sounds so good!

"I...I am your sweetheart?"

Song Wenjing coughed lightly, mustered up the courage to speak loudly: "Wen Yian, Wen Zhiqing, An An, you are my sweetheart. I like you very much. I can't live without you."

A good love talk was turned into a bandit's cry by someone.

It's like a bandit who robs a beautiful woman from a good family to be his wife. He is bold and unrestrained and doesn't know what shame is.

Wen Yian was stunned. He didn't expect him to be so straightforward. He just said it. So how should he say it to make Song Wenjing cherish him?

Will it last forever between us?

Will something unexpected happen?

Wen Yian's heart began to escape, his eyes moving around. The future was unpredictable. Would Song Wenjing love him forever? Wen Yian was a little worried.

Song Wenjing waited nervously, as if waiting for the judge's order. A single wrong thought from the judge could send him to hell.

"An An...love knows no gender. We are both right. You are not ready yet, and I will not force you. As long as I can see you from afar, I will be satisfied. My love is not a shackle, it will not lock you up."

"I want to make you live in peace and happiness for the rest of your life, An'an... Feelings are not about gratitude. I hope you can understand, and I will always wait for you." Although he wanted Wen Yian to agree to be with him out of gratitude.

But then he thought again, isn't it best for his loved ones to be safe and healthy? Just a glance from afar would be enough. Why force it?

Forced love cannot be called love!

Song Wenjing wanted mutual affection, not unrequited love. He would not force Wen Yian, as feelings should develop naturally.

Only when two people love each other can the relationship last.

If he didn't like him, he would understand. After all, homosexuality was a crime in this era, but he still had a hope, what if... what if An An liked him too?

right!

Hearing this, Wen Yian bravely looked up at him and said, "Brother Song, will you treat me well forever? Will you love me forever? No matter what mistakes I make, will you always stand by me?"

"Brother Song... An An wants a home, a home that belongs to us." A warm home has been his expectation since he was a child.

He longed for a home, but... would he have one now? A home for him and Song Wenjing alone, just thinking about it made him feel happy.

Upon hearing this, Song Wenjing hugged him with heartache and said, "An An, I will give you a home, a home full of warmth and love. It's our home." A home for the two of us.

Wen Yian hugged him tightly and cried, "Brother Song, please don't go back on your word, okay?" Otherwise I can't help it...

"Of course not." Song Wenjing said with certainty. He felt sorry for him so much, how could he bear to hurt him?

"Brother Song, I love you too." He didn't know why he fell in love with a man, maybe because he was Song Wenjing! Brother Song was good, he was perfect.

He had no flaws in his eyes.

Wen Yian likes Song Wenjing very much!

"Wen... educated youth... I said that wrong. It should be An An..." Song Wenjing was so nervous that he stuttered. After a minute, he said, "Ahem... An An, wait for me to organize my words... Ahem... I'm a little excited."

He was so nervous that his palms were sweating.

Wen Yian nodded and said, "Brother Song, don't be anxious." Seeing Song Wenjing's nervous look, he suddenly felt less nervous.

The two hugged each other tightly like little boys, not wanting to separate for a moment. They hugged each other so sweetly that they even forgot to eat.

After a while, Song Wenjing said seriously: "An An, we will always be together. I, Song Wenjing, swear that you are the only wife in this life~." After that, he kissed Wen Yian's forehead.

Seeing that he didn't resist, someone grinned and said, "An An, you are so nice."

Wen Yian smiled and did not resist, but instead showed a happy smile.

"You are the wife," he retorted. They are both men, so why is he the wife? How could it be impossible for Song Wenjing to be the wife?

He can do it too!

Although... although he is smaller than Song Wenjing.

"Yes, An An is right. I am your wife, I am your wife." A real man never cares about verbal disputes. He has the final say on what to do in bed.

"You... are shameless." Looking at Song Wenjing's expression, Wen Yian had a bad feeling.