Meet Allure

In the second half of the heat, Mu Qingyang chatted with the girls on the public screen about the interesting things when he recorded "It's Better Not to Meet Allure". When he said everything but skipped Wencheng, the public screen was full of long " Pray to the God of [-]", the God they were talking about was sitting on the sofa at his house with his moist lips, looking at him with a playful expression on his face.

Mu Qingyang withdrew his gaze, coughed and said, "Master, God is handsome and sings well."

Gongping: "No more???" "Good official 2333" "Not satisfied!!" "Seeking gossip++"...

Mu Qingyang laughed, "What's the gossip between me and the master? If you want to listen to fans, I can talk a lot."

Gongping: "Fa Kaisen" "Then let's talk about fans! I want a basket!" "Does Lao Gong know how to write to cover up?" "What about Xian Shou?" "Lao Gong is very bad!" "I didn't expect you to be a Playful attack"...

"Hmm... I remember the first time I met Fan Tuan in the group. At that time, he had just passed the audit. I belonged to diving in the group. I saw him and the string beast in the group. He was blah blah. He was super talkative. I thought this person Pretty cute."

Wen Cheng knew that Mu Qingyang had not dealt with this kind of thing once or twice, he could easily talk about who and who, and Liu Qiqi asked him to interact more with fans, so he didn't talk about other people's affairs.Wen Cheng is not a child, there is no need to be entangled in this kind of thing, but he is a little curious, what does he look like at the first sight of Mu Qingyang?

It must be so beautiful that you want to have a shot.

There were still 4 minutes before the end of the heat, Mu Qingyang had nothing to say, and finally played another song to last the time.

Wen Cheng looked at him, and handed him the half-drunk milk, "Are you thirsty?"

"A little bit." Mu Qingyang didn't answer, and took a sip from Wen Cheng's hand, "When are you going?"

Wen Cheng put down the milk, and leaned on the sofa with Mu Qingyang, "The penultimate one."

Mu Qingyang was a little confused, "I'm second."

The two looked at each other in silence for a while, and Mu Qingyang was the first to sigh, "Liu Qiqi's style."

Some fans came for Wencheng. In order to prevent them from leaving after listening to Wencheng's singing, they would naturally put Wencheng at the back.

This means they will have a long period of boredom.

Wen Cheng looked at Mu Qingyang and smiled: "Then what should we do?"

"Watching TV." Mu Qingyang took out the remote control from under the coffee table, "What do you want to watch?"

"Documentary." Wen Cheng said, and looked at Mu Qingyang eagerly, "Is it okay?"

Wen Cheng's answer was beyond Mu Qingyang's expectation.He thought that Wencheng would watch some kind of horror movie...

Mu Qingyang withdrew his gaze from Wen Cheng's face, "OK."

Wencheng chose "Miracle of the Universe", a BBC documentary, and the viewing quality is guaranteed.Mu Qingyang turned down the volume of the computer. At the beginning of the documentary, the snow-capped mountains approached and the sun rose. With the narrator thinking about life in a British accent, Mu Qingyang felt amazing.The time is now 28:[-] in the evening, the sky is already dark, the lights in the living room are not turned on, and in the darkness, the two of them are leaning on the sofa to watch a documentary about the universe.

It is said to be "The Miracle of the Universe", but the universe only appeared once at the beginning, and the content behind it is that scientists stand in the deserted ruins and lament the miracle of the Creator.At the same time, Mu Qingyang was carried off stage by the field controller, and Xiao Yi's voice whispered from the computer: "Okay, thank you for Shangyang's hot field. It is now 08:30 in the evening, and the fan group's birthday party is officially To start, I'm today's host String Beast. Let the fans come up and say hello!"

……

YY is very lively, and the scene of only one person talking in the documentary unexpectedly reveals loneliness.

Wen Cheng looked at it very seriously, watching the picture on TV with his eyes intently, and even the evil spirit brought by the mole under his eyes was weakened by his concentration. Now he is like a well-behaved and curious child, with Mu Qingyang The Wencheng he saw at the parking lot for the first time was very different. There was a deep hostility in Wencheng's eyes before, even if he tried to cover it up with a gentle attitude, he couldn't hide it.

Mu Qingyang leaned back slightly, his gaze on Wen Cheng's profile changed to the back of his head.

Are you not angry?

how is this possible.

Anyone who is used inexplicably as a tool to vent their anger by someone will be annoyed if they don't explain it to you, and Mu Qingyang is no exception.

But I still can't bear it.

Under Wen Cheng's evil eyes, he was extremely confused, as if he would give up on himself at any moment.

Mu Qingyang's habitual smoking hands began to tremble, he tapped his fingertips on the edge of the sofa to suppress it, but his heart became irritable.

want to smoke.

When Mu Qingyang broke free from his disturbed emotions, he met Wen Cheng's inquisitive look.

Just as Mu Qingyang was about to open his mouth to explain something, Wen Cheng turned over and sat on Mu Qingyang's body, with Mu Qingyang's body sandwiched between his legs, his left hand touched Mu Qingyang's slightly trembling hand along Mu Qingyang's arm and clasped his fingers together.

Wencheng's soft and cold hair has residual bath fragrance, the atmosphere turns from silence to ambiguity in an instant, body temperature rises, the light source on the TV suddenly dims, and the screen switches to the earth spinning in the dark.

All Mu Qingyang's thoughts were emptied in an instant, and his body was as weak as a puppet with its strings broken. He put his head on Wen Cheng's shoulder, and Wen Cheng seemed to hesitate for a while before putting the other hand on Mu Qingyang's back. On, pat lightly.

The two kept this posture for a long time, Mu Qingyang's trembling hands returned to calm, the light of the TV changed from dark to bright, and the screen cut to a field of ice and snow, Mu Qingyang said in a low voice: "Wencheng."

"Huh?" Wen Cheng sounded a little nervous.

Mu Qingyang was silent for two seconds, and finally said: "I want to eat an apple."

Wen Cheng was a little dumbfounded: "Okay."

Wen Cheng got up and went to the refrigerator to get an apple. Mu Qingyang's body, which was still steaming just now, suddenly cooled down. He watched the scientist talking on TV and exhaled.

Everything is back to normal.

Wen Cheng didn't want to talk, he couldn't ask.

If he had to ask, what could he have asked?

Is there anything about your past that you don't want to tell me?

Why do you have such emotions?

……

Since you didn't handle your affairs well, why did you provoke me?

Mu Qingyang laughed meaninglessly.

Hypocritical.

When Wencheng came back after washing the apples and peeling them, it was time for Mu Qingyang on YY. Mu Qingyang turned off the sound of the TV and turned on the voice, "Well, when I was singing hot just now, I talked all the nonsense I could think of. Having said that, all I can say now is, happy birthday to the fan group, the fan group is really cute, and I hope to cooperate more in the future."

The fan group was a little embarrassed: "Thank you Shang Yangha."

Xiao Yi, however, persisted: "Can you tell me exactly where the fans are so cute?"

Mu Qingyang returned quickly, "For example, I don't know how to get to the bottom of it."

Xiao Yi suffered from being dumb and closed his mouth.

On the public screen: "Hahahaha why do you want to provoke Lao Gong?" "I feel sorry for Xianshou 2333 points."

Wen Cheng also laughed, and gently placed the plate containing the apples on the coffee table.