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Wen Cheng stared at Lu Ran's phone for a long time. After the screen automatically went dark, he turned it on again. After it turned on, he didn't do anything, just stared at the screen.Wen Cheng kept staring at Lu Ran until he felt that his mobile phone was being harassed, and Lu Ran finally made up his mind to snatch the mobile phone back.

Wen Cheng didn't move, he looked at the blue and white hospital bed sheet and read a series of numbers.

Lu Ran asked cautiously: "Are you... Are you Wencheng?" Could stomach bleeding hurt the brain too?

Wen Cheng didn't answer Lu Ran's question, and pulled the corners of his lips at Lu Ran, like a smile, but his expression was obviously expressionless, so it was particularly creepy.

"Give it to me." Wen Cheng stretched out his hand that was not on the drip.

"I still want to play," Lu Ran resolutely defended the ownership of the phone, "I haven't passed level 289 of Rhythm Master yet."

Whether or not he breaks into the game is one thing. It is serious for Wen Cheng to stare at his phone and not do anything. Lu Ran feels sorry for his battery.

"Good boy," Wen Cheng coaxed, "Chu Mo will be here in 3 minutes. If you can get my phone back, I will return it to you."

Lu Ran reluctantly handed over his phone.

Wen Cheng reopened the □□ interface, and there were already three more messages on it.

President: By the way, what do you want the president to do?Didn't you never care about diplomacy?You're not going to cause damage, are you... God, be merciful, those are my sisters, my heart aches.

The other two belong to the same person.

President Yinglu: By the way, why does the god want Shangyang's phone number?Shang Yang still didn't pay attention to the Great God?Hey, big god, don't take it to heart, he is a deadly tsundere, he told me that he lost his composure because he was nervous in front of you.

President Yinglu: Great God?still there?

Wen Cheng naturally ignored his president's question and replied to Liu Qiqi.

The son is not a gentleman: yes.

The son is not a gentleman: Last time he was drunk and let me hang his clothes, and he ignored me on Weibo, so I had to find other ways to find him.

President Yinglu: The master is worthy of being a master!So considerate!That's great work!Our family, Shangyang, is just so ignorant, so please don't mind!

The son is not a gentleman: how come.

Yes, how come.

He wished that Mu Qingyang was ignorant, so cute that he could appease his world-weary heart.

Chu Mo is always on time and never disappoints those who have hope.

Chu Mo pushed open the door of the ward, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, capable and handsome, Wen Cheng thought that he must have attracted the attention of many female nurses as he walked all the way, especially when he appeared in the hospital holding a bouquet of white chrysanthemums.

Chu Mo put the bouquet on Wen Cheng's bedside table very naturally. Wen Cheng glanced at it, then picked up the bouquet naturally and threw it into the trash can in a three-point gesture. Lu Ran couldn't help applauding.

"Mobile phone." Wen Cheng only had two words.

Chu Mo looked at Lu Ran.

Lu Ran looked at the ceiling.

Chu Mo then looked at Wen Cheng, "Give me a reason."

Wen Cheng raised his eyebrows, "Give me the phone, and I'll stay until I recover."

"you said."

"I said it." After Wen Cheng finished speaking, he frowned in disgust, "Is it disgusting?"

"That's the way it is for you." Chu Mo took out Wencheng's cell phone from his coat pocket and threw it on the bed, then turned around and patted Lu Ran on the shoulder, "We have nothing to do, let's go."

This conversation made the nurse vomit blood. You are not here to take care of the patient at all, but to monitor him and prevent him from sneaking home.

Wen Cheng pressed the number he had memorized just now, and chose to dial with almost no struggle.

"Sorry, the user you dialed has turned off the phone, please dial back and forth..."

The cold female voice repeated mechanically, Wen Cheng was stunned, and glanced at the upper right corner of the phone.

22: 50.

Turn off your phone at this time?out of battery?Still hanging out?

Ok……

As a high school freshman, Mu Qingyang is a bit arrogant.

Wen Cheng was not in a hurry. During his hospitalization, there were a lot of new content on Weibo. He read them one by one. When the time came to 00:12, Wen Cheng thought it was time, and opened the call record to replay.

"Beep...beep..."

"Sorry, the user you dialed is busy, please try again later..."

Mu Qingyang hung up his phone.

The mood in Wencheng is turning from cloudy to sunny.

This means that Mu Qingyang returned home and his cell phone has power.

And the more Mu Qingyang refused to answer, the more he wanted to fight.

Wencheng replayed it patiently.

"Beep...beep...beep...beep..."

"You, how are you?" There was a lady on the other end, sounding a little embarrassed.

Wen Cheng's eyes narrowed unconsciously, and he said in a warm manner: "Hello. This is Mu Qingyang's cell phone, right?" He didn't doubt his memory, and he looked back and forth about this number ten times. A few minutes, and now it has been memorized backwards.

"Yes." The more friendly Wen Cheng's tone was, the more reserved the female voice became, "I'm sorry, he...is drunk."

"Is it dead?"

Yi Zhen couldn't help but glance at the phone.

The person on the phone spoke with a feeling that he was very familiar with Mu Qingyang, but why didn't Mu Qingyang's phone save his number?

Mu Qingyang on the bed turned over and looked at Yi Zhen with heavy eyes.

Yi Zhen came back to her senses abruptly, cleared her throat and said, "Not...not yet."

"Then give him the phone." The male voice on the phone was very gentle, so gentle that Yi Zhen's thoughts drifted back to Mu Qingyang's tone when he asked her to answer the phone, it was exactly the same, but the person on the phone was not Mu Qingyang Such a sense of oppression, but genuine tenderness, "By the way, it's [-]:[-] now, girls should pay attention to safety, especially not staying in the room of a man who is already drunk. Call him, and leave."

"Ah..." Yi Zhen was fascinated by this voice unconsciously, "Okay, okay."

Yi Zhen walked to the bed and whispered to Mu Qingyang: "Mr. Mu, I'm looking for you."

Mu Qingyang sat up propped up, his ears and neck were red, he asked calmly, "Who?"

"No...don't know..."

I don't know who Mu Qingyang thinks Yi Zhen is, just like the emperor Lao Tzu, he frowned and said coldly: "Ask him."

"Oh, oh," Yi Zhen was puzzled, but still said to the phone honestly, "He doesn't want it, he asked me to ask who you are."

Wen Cheng choked on the hospital bed for a long time, swallowed the gas that blocked his throat, and smiled into the phone, "I'm his god."

Yi Zhen dutifully relayed, "He said he is your god."

"I'm crazy," Mu Qingyang smiled, "I'm dead."

Yi Zhen was a little embarrassed, "But..."

This time Yi Zhen didn't deliberately take the phone away, Wen Cheng heard Mu Qingyang's voice, he also smiled, and said to Yi Zhen: "Hang up, and then go home and sleep."

"Oh……"

The people who were looking for Mu Qingyang have said so, why does Yi Zhen not obey?So Yi Zhen hung up the phone, looked worriedly at Mu Qingyang who seemed normal but was not normal at all, and said goodbye uncomfortably: "Then Teacher Mu, I'm leaving now."

Mu Qingyang narrowed his eyes, looked at Yi Zhen carefully, waved his hand and said, "Let's go."

At that moment, Yi Zhen felt that she had timetraveled. Mu Qingyang was the emperor, and she was a maid. She was about to kowtow and say "yes". .

After Yi Zhen left, the room became quiet, and Mu Qingyang leaned his head on the bed, thinking about the little things between him and Zhang Shiyun.Zhang Shiyun has long, straight black hair. She has a lively and cheerful personality, and she is especially good at acting like a baby. The mole on the corner of her eye matches his long and narrow eyes, which is very seductive. When he rides on her body and breathes deeply, his Adam's apple rolls...

The phone rang.

The ringtone interrupted Mu Qingyang's thoughts. He shook his head, but didn't realize that there was something wrong. He raised his hand to answer the phone, and said lazily, "Hello?"

"Finally I can hear your voice, it's not easy." The voice on the other end was not familiar, but it was not unfamiliar, and he spoke with a lowered smile, "Mu Xiaofan, have you noticed that every time you get drunk we Want to have some romantic friction?" The first time was to go to bed, the second time was to go home, and the third time was to make a phone call.

Mu Qingyang was quiet for a while before speaking: "Wencheng."

"Huh?" Wen Cheng's voice was low and hoarse, and his rising tone hooked on his heart like a scorpion's corner, causing a burst of numbness.

"Wencheng..." Mu Qingyang chewed these two words in a low voice, and there was an imperceptible tremor in the second half of the sentence, "You...don't come to provoke me."

Wen Cheng fell silent.

Neither of them spoke, but neither of them hung up the phone first.One of them was lying on a pale hospital bed, the other was nestled in a wine-red quilt, the other had a weak white light on at the head of the bed, and the other turned off all the lights and fell into darkness. The two of them were in two cities, doing The same action, listening to each other's breathing.

After a long time, Wen Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Mu Qingyang must have been drunk, and Mu Qingyang would never have said such a thing outright.

"Honey," Wen Cheng felt his voice hoarse as soon as he opened his mouth, "16-year-olds drink too much and become impotent."

"I can't fucking impotent you." Mu Qingyang retorted Trisso.

Wen Cheng's smile started with "噗".

Mu Qingyang obediently waited for Wen Cheng to finish laughing before speaking, "Aren't you good at singing, sing one for my young master."

Wen Cheng felt a little helpless, it took a lot of wine to create such a Mu Qingyang.

"Okay," Wen Cheng realized that his temper was really invisible to Mu Qingyang, so he adjusted the pillow behind him to make it more comfortable, "Papa Wen sang to Baby Mu."

"Your uncle." Mu Qingyang's head started to hurt, and his sanity gradually returned. He lay down on the bed, turned on the hands-free phone and placed it beside the pillow.

Wen Cheng cleared his throat on the other end of the phone.

Mu Qingyang, who came back to his senses, felt ashamed of what he had done before, but now it was even more embarrassing to hang up Wencheng's phone directly. He listened with the mentality that it was not me just now, and Wencheng was not singing for me, When Wen Cheng cleared his throat, he actually had such a glimmer of expectation in his heart.

"It's sunny and cloudless on Friday, so cute; the cat yawned on the roof, so cute..." Wen Cheng's singing voice was not as low as when he spoke before. With the unique magnetism of men, because Wencheng sings a cappella, Mu Qingyang didn’t know whether he was singing the original tune, because of such lively lyrics, Wencheng actually sang a lullaby, “I feel like I’m wearing a pink dress. It's so cute, I ate two more cones and I feel like my fat is so cute..."

Mu Qingyang laughed out loud when he heard the first line sung by Wen Cheng. This song is really positive.

Wen Cheng quickly finished singing, Mu Qingyang turned over, faced the ceiling and asked the phone next to the pillow, "I can easily understand why you are so sought after by girls."

Wen Cheng laughed silently, looking down at the quilt in the hospital, "Papa Wen specially prepared this for Baby Mu, and it's usually kept at the bottom of the box, so you don't want to let others hear it casually."

Mu Qingyang didn't speak.He was thinking about his relationship with Wencheng.Wencheng is indeed like he said, like a black hole.And his actions and thoughts began to go farther and farther.

"Thank you." Mu Qingyang said in a low voice.

The voice heard on Wencheng's side was also extremely low, but luckily it was very clear.

So Mu Xiaofan's mood finally improved?

Wen Cheng has not yet confirmed his feelings for Mu Qingyang, but when he heard the hoarse "thank you", Wen Cheng clearly felt a softness growing in his heart, which is slowly blooming .

"Baby."

"Wencheng..."

The two of them spoke almost at the same time, and stopped at the same time.

Wen Cheng was not in a hurry, "You go first."

"Your sister..." Mu Qingyang spat out two words slowly, and Wen Cheng even thought for a while whether Mu Qingyang was scolding himself, before Mu Qingyang continued slowly, "I saw you sister."

Wen Cheng was taken aback for a moment.

Mu Qingyang added: "Wen Jianing."

Wen Cheng's expression became a little unpredictable, and he blurted out: "Are you really a high school student?" This must be a student of Qinggao, a high-achieving student.

He Wencheng violated a minor?

Of course not!

Wen Cheng can only think of Mu Qingyang working in Qinggao.

……teacher?

"...that's not the point." Mu Qingyang's head started to ache from the alcohol again, "She said she wanted to see you."

"I know." Wen Cheng's voice was steady, without any emotion.

He knew, he always knew.

He thought of her when she missed him, but he dared not see her.

"That's it." It's not that Mu Qingyang didn't remember that Wen Cheng wanted to talk just now, but he intuitively guessed what Wen Cheng wanted to say, and he didn't want to hear it, "I'm sleepy."

Wen Cheng chuckled a few times, "Well, good night." Even the word good night carried a smile that couldn't be ignored, as if he had seen through Mu Qingyang's thoughts and was laughing at his timidity.

Mu Qingyang couldn't tell what it was like, anyway, he wanted something, so he quickly hung up the phone and went to sleep.