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

"Yeah, you are the best..." Shen Yu'an said perfunctorily, while helping Song Wenjing back to the bedroom.

"Hey... I'm a little embarrassed..." Song Wenjing blushed and hesitated, like a shy macho man.

Looking at his fair and tender wife, he couldn't help but kiss Shen Yu'an on the cheek, "An'an...you have to kiss me back."

Shen Yuan: “…”

He kissed Song Wenjing perfunctorily, "Can you walk properly now? If not, I won't let you kiss me... Just go to sleep."

"I want... I want a kiss..."

……

It was already past ten o'clock when Song Wenjing woke up. He covered his aching head and went to the bathroom to wash up. Fragments flashed through his mind one after another. He was a little afraid to face An An, so he opened the door and walked into the living room.

"Where is He Yuan? Is he still sleeping, or has he gone back?" As expected, it is better to drink less alcohol.

I drank too much and felt light and fluttery, like I was going to heaven. My head still hurts and I feel a little nauseous.

Shen Yuan poured a bowl of porridge and placed it on the table. "He has woken up and left not long ago. He said thank you before he left. He should have gotten in the car by now."

"Okay." Song Wenjing sat down and drank his porridge. He had been drinking quite indulgently last night. Later, he spoke out what was in his heart.

I wonder if that guy still remembers it? He probably doesn't remember it, after all, he has blacked out after drinking before.

"An An's porridge is really delicious and sweet."

Shen Yu'an felt a little embarrassed by the compliment. "If you like it, drink more. I'll make other porridge when I have time." He went to the kitchen happily and filled another bowl.

He can cook very little porridge. After all, he used to order takeout for everything and rarely cooked.

Song Wenjing bought a cookbook, and they occasionally read it together. After reading it many times, Shen Yuan also learned how to cook. Song Wenjing said that eating takeout is unhealthy and it is best to cook at home.

He hadn't eaten much takeout since Song Wenjing came. Whenever he ordered takeout, Song Wenjing looked like he was about to cry and said aggrievedly: "An An... have my cooking skills regressed?"

"Don't you like my cooking? Which takeout did you order? Is it delicious? Oh! It's my fault for not being a good cook."

"Is it possible that An An couldn't stop wanting more? How about I quit my job and patiently study cooking?"

"I believe that as long as I try my best, I can make the food taste exactly the same as that takeaway. An An, I've made up my mind, so please don't try to persuade me."

"You order, better order two. You eat one and I study the other. Then you can have the exact same meal at the next meal."

"Don't worry about whether it's hard or not (﹁“﹁), for you, I will definitely do my best!"

Shen Yuan: “…”

"...I didn't intend to order takeout, I ordered it accidentally." He admitted that he was too lazy and would correct it.

Song Wenjing suddenly realized: "Oh~ I knew An An must like me the most."

"How can the food outside be as delicious as what I cook? If it is delicious, then I will definitely learn it and win An An's heart back."

"An An, try my new dish..."

Since then, Shen Yu'an even deleted the food delivery app. Sometimes when Song Wenjing was away on business, he would video call and watch him cook in person.

To be honest, he feels that the food tastes much better since he started cooking for himself. Sometimes he even goes for a run in the evening, and he feels stronger.

After drinking the porridge, Song Wenjing still felt a little uncomfortable. He said something to Shen Yu'an and went back to his room to catch up on his sleep.

He should never drink so much next time, otherwise he will be the one who suffers.

Shen Yu'an touched his forehead, and after finding nothing wrong, he nodded and told him to go to the bedroom to sleep.

After closing the bedroom door, he carefully wiped his hands with a tissue. Under the dazzling light, the living room looked particularly warm.

Is this what it feels like to be at home?

very nice.

When he turned his head and saw the kitten's chubby body, his eyes changed a little, and he became a completely different person, as if he was separated from this world in two different realms.

The leaves outside the window, rustling in the wind, were now motionless, as if the whole world had stopped.

The entire system froze, and it slowly turned around and walked over. "Lord Qingluan?" Ever since its last coma, its memory has slowly returned.

Who would have thought that his host was the Lord God?

What's even more speechless is that as soon as the Lord God and Lady Qingluan got married, they used the small world as a place for their honeymoon, and caused both gods to lose their memories.

It is because Lord Qingluan is selfish and says that he wants to experience the feeling of being pursued by Lord God.

"071, once this world is complete, let's go back to the first world. Cure his heart disease, stay in that world for a few months, and then go back."

"I've had enough fun, it's time to go back." Qingluan's voice was neither happy nor sad.

He was born in a world of cultivating immortals. He was abandoned by his clan because of his impure bloodline. Fortunately, he was rescued by the Lord God who passed by and was raised by his side.

Named - Yi'an.

After tens of thousands of years of companionship, he committed treason and seduced the Lord God into making love with him on his bed, not knowing what heaven and earth were!

He was a little interested in the small world, so the Lord God turned a stone into the 071 system as a medium, allowing the two to play freely in the small world.

The main system is fully responsible for all other matters, big or small.

[Received!] When the system realized it was just a small stone under the sacred tree, it felt sad for a moment.

It finally understood why the main system always looked at it with a hesitant look.

……

After Song Wenjing woke up, his spirit had returned to normal.

When he opened the door, he saw the system lying motionless in its nest. Shen Yu'an was leaning on the sofa with his eyes closed, with only a sofa blanket covering his legs.

Song Wenjing adjusted the sofa blanket to cover his body, leaving only his head exposed.

Shen Yu'an sensed the movement and rubbed his eyes slowly, "Brother Song... are you awake?" He yawned and stretched out his hand for a hug.

Song Wenjing squatted down and hugged him, rubbing his head, and said gently: "Well, it's not so uncomfortable now. You are so silly that you don't even know to go to the bedroom to sleep when you are sleepy."

"No..., I just wanted to lie down for a while, who knew I would fall asleep?" Shen Yu'an retorted.

He just felt very comfortable and fell asleep naturally. He didn't even know when he fell asleep.

Song Wenjing: "Are you still sleepy?"

"I'm not sleepy anymore, so I'll just lie down for a while."

"Row."

……

"Mom, I might go back alone during the Chinese New Year..."

Mother Song chuckled, "Where's she? Isn't she an orphan? She has no parents and has been in an orphanage since she was a child. It's New Year's Day, why don't you invite your girlfriend over to have some fun together?"

"Is your heart made of stone? Your girlfriend has no family around her, and you don't even take her home for the New Year."

"I was really blind to fall for a fool like you. I would have dumped you long ago. You don't know how to please a girl at all."

"When can you get married? If not, just live on your own."

During this period of time, her son always called home for no reason. She thought that he had encountered some difficulties and wanted to ask her for help.

Or maybe I miss home.

Who knew that she kept saying over and over again that she was infertile, but she was beautiful, well-behaved, gentle, had a job, and treated him very well. Song's mother found it very strange.

She discussed it with Song's father, who said, smoking a cigarette, "Why don't you ask about the man's gender?"

In the end, he just praised his other half for being good-looking, having a good personality, and being an excellent novelist, and everything about her, but he never mentioned the issue of gender.

Song's father thought about it for a long time and finally remembered that he went to the county town some time ago and heard an old lady say that her son was a naughty boy at such a young age and had found a boyfriend.

When he heard this, his heart sank.

Thinking carefully, I realized that my eldest son always called me for no reason, and his tone was full of flattery. Sometimes he would send some things back to his hometown, saying that they were made by his daughter-in-law.

Even if she had to act like a spoiled child, his heart would still sink to its lowest point.

Maybe the eldest son found him a boy wife!