I became a good brother's aunt

It was quiet inside the car.

After Zhuang Xingchen said those words, the atmosphere became weird.

In the small space of the car, even breathing seemed to become hot.

Zhuang Xingchen subconsciously looked at the air conditioner in the car. The temperature was not high, but it burned his entire face.

He didn't even glance at Wen Moqi, his fingers tightly gripped the cotton candy, and all kinds of thoughts flashed through his brain at this moment.

Uncle Wen is so smart, would he know why he asked such a question?

Can he guess his own mind?

After guessing, will you be disgusted?Or will...how?

Under Zhuang Xingchen's seemingly calm appearance, his heart was actually beating very fast.

He was very nervous, he wanted to get the answer he wanted, but he was also afraid that Uncle Wen would find out his little thoughts and knock him out.

Wen Moqi remained silent for a long time.

His silence made Zhuang Xingchen's heart sink little by little.

Or is it too clear?

In the midst of Zhuang Xingchen's uneasy thoughts, Wen Moqi suddenly turned off the car.

It's not that he doesn't want to answer, it's that Wen Moqi is also in a daze right now.

In his impression, Zhuang Xingchen was very simple and had never been in a relationship, so he probably didn't understand feelings at all.

Since Wen Moqi discovered his thoughts, he kept hiding them again and again, for fear that he would be frightened by revealing a little emotion.

After all, the age gap is here.

The most important thing is that the young man seems to have always regarded him as an elder, and he kept saying "uncle", which made Wen Moqi's heart a little cold.

He was still thinking about how to change from being an elder to being equal to the young man. The latter suddenly ran up to him and asked him what his criteria for choosing a mate were, and if boys were acceptable.

If he was not familiar with Zhuang Xingchen and knew that he was not a nosy person, Wen Moqi would have even thought that he wanted to introduce a boyfriend to him.

At this moment, looking at Zhuang Xingchen's slightly red ears, Wen Moqi seemed to have vaguely understood some little secrets in the young man's heart.

With his hands resting on the steering wheel, he sighed suddenly and said, "I don't know how to answer your question."

Seeing that he finally spoke, Zhuang Xingchen raised his head to look at him.

Without waiting for Zhuang Xingchen to speak, Wen Moqi said again: "I don't have any criteria for choosing a mate. If there is someone I like, I will base everything on him."

That is to say, what is the standard for the person he likes, then what is the standard for his mate selection.

Zhuang Xingchen's chest tightened, and he wanted to ask, who is this "he, she"?

"As for whether boys are allowed." Wen Moqi smiled and shook his head: "Not all boys can."

Zhuang Xingchen pursed his lips. He felt that Uncle Wen's words were very general, and he had already answered his own question, but he didn't seem to answer anything.

Not all boys can... Does this sentence mean that only a few can do it?

which type?Or which specific person?

Zhuang Xingchen was still thinking about Wen Moqi's answer, when he suddenly let go of his palm, the cotton candy was snatched away.

Wen Moqi looked at him with a smile: "Can you eat it?"

Zhuang Xingchen: "...um."

Wen Moqi licked the marshmallow, feeling it was a bit sweet, and seeing the young man's thoughtful look from the corner of his eye, he laughed again.

Wen Moqi said slowly: "I feel a bit disadvantaged."

Zhuang Xingchen looked up suspiciously.

Wen Moqi said while eating: "So please eat the cotton candy, and you can still ask these questions."

Zhuang Xingchen: "..."

Wen Moqi: "Then I can do it too?"

Saying that, without giving Zhuang Xingchen a chance to repent, he opened the door and got out of the car.

He stood outside the car, his eyes fell on Zhuang Xingchen, and he raised his eyebrows: "Come on."

bring it on?

What are you coming for?

Soon Zhuang Xingchen understood what Wen Moqi wanted to do.

The two stood next to the cotton candy stand. Wen Moqi was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, but he was very down-to-earth. He smiled and said to the cotton candy boss: "Boss, help make cotton candy. If I don't ask you to stop, you will keep doing it."

Zhuang Xingchen was a little confused: "Do you want to do so much?"

Wen Moqi: "Of course, I want to ask, but there are too many."

The marshmallow boss quickly made a marshmallow, and Wen Moqi stuffed the marshmallow into Zhuang Xingchen's hand: "Come, eat, I'm going to start asking."

Zhuang Xingchen: "..."

What, how can there be such a person.

But Wen Moqi didn't care, he used the routine he learned from Zhuang Xingchen to the fullest.

Seeing that the young man didn't move, Wen Mo prayed, "No way? You just exchanged one marshmallow for two questions for me. Now I exchange one marshmallow for your one question. I'm the one who suffers."

Zhuang Xingchen had no choice but to accept it: "...OK."

Wen Moqi then began to ask: "What kind of person do you like?"

Zhuang Xingchen: "...I don't know how to describe it."

The cotton candy boss just finished making the second cotton candy, and Wen Moqi stuffed it into Zhuang Xingchen's hands smoothly: "If you don't know how to describe it, then let me ask more carefully?"

Zhuang Xingchen said, "Yes."

Wen Moqi: "Do you like the one who started the company?"

Zhuang Xingchen glanced at him.

Uncle Wen... is the one who runs the company.

Zhuang Xingchen: "I like it."

Then start the third marshmallow, the fourth, the fifth...

"Do you like someone older than you?"

"like."

"Do you like it 10 years older than you?"

"……like."

"Does my friend's uncle like it?"

"..."

Zhuang Xingchen glanced at Wen Moqi, and then another glance.

He already held five marshmallows in his hand, as if he was holding a handful of clouds, and the clouds were flying.

Wen Moqi sent up the sixth marshmallow again, and he almost failed to report his ID card: "He said he likes you very much, do you agree?"

Zhuang Xingchen: "..."

seventh.

"He wants to have a relationship with you on the premise of marriage, do you accept it?"

eighth.

Zhuang Xingchen couldn't hold it with both hands at all, so he turned to the cotton candy boss and said, "Don't do it, I can't hold it anymore."

"Ah, are you sure?" The cotton candy boss looked at Wen Moqi, who said he couldn't stop if he didn't say stop.

She pricked her ears and screamed frantically in her heart.

After selling cotton candy for two years, I never knew that my own cotton candy could be so sweet!

Zhuang Xingchen looked at Wen Moqi, and said again: "I can't take it anymore."

Wen Moqi's expression seemed regretful: "Are you sure you don't want it? I still have a lot to ask."

Zhuang Xingchen somehow wanted to complain, but he didn't know where to start.

It happened that a few children came together, and they came to the square to watch the fountain.

Zhuang Xingchen stopped them and handed them marshmallows: "Eat marshmallows."

A child shook his head: "We don't buy it."

Zhuang Xingchen: "It's free."

After a pause, his ears turned red, and he added softly: "Happy candy."

children:"?"

Kids don't quite understand how marshmallows turn into wedding candies.

But since it is free, and the owner of the cotton candy sells it in the square every day, the children are very familiar with the owner who buys the cotton candy. When they saw that the cotton candy was made by the boss, they all took it and said obediently He said: "Thank you brother!"

Eight marshmallows are divided in one go.

Zhuang Xingchen breathed a sigh of relief, and when he turned around, he met Shangwen Moqi's smiling eyes.

Zhuang Xingchen's face became hot again.

Wen Moqi turned to the cotton candy boss and said, "Boss, keep doing it."

Zhuang Xingchen quickly said, "Don't."

He really can't eat that much.

What's more...

Zhuang Xingchen whispered in his heart that he would be willing to answer without cotton candy.

Wen Moqi smiled: "Since it's wedding candy, it can't be too little."

Zhuang Xingchen: "..."

His face was really red now.

It turned out that Uncle Wen had just heard it.

soon.

All the children in the square know that the cotton candy vendors can get free cotton candy here!

The kids in the square are here!

Later, I learned that adults can also receive it, and then all the adults came.

In just half a day, all the marshmallows were sold out, and the boss closed the stall ahead of time, and did not forget to send them blessings before leaving.

Zhuang Xingchen himself was a little bit dumbfounded.

On the way back, Zhuang Xingchen kept looking out the car window.

His heart was beating fast, and when he recalled the questions that Uncle Wen had asked before, he felt that the air became hot.

This kind of enthusiasm, even if the wind outside the car window hits his face, it can't dissipate.

Wen Moqi was driving very seriously.

He didn't speak, but Zhuang Xingchen heaved a sigh of relief.

Because Zhuang Xingchen felt that he needed to calm down, and Wen Moqi lowered his sense of existence, which just gave him more space to adapt to the change in the relationship.

In fact, I was very happy in my heart, but there was a little unreality in my happiness.

Does Uncle Wen really like him?

Do you really want to date yourself on the premise of getting married?

His thoughts were flying wild, and he didn't know when he returned to the villa area.

Until Wen Moqi drove the car to the garage, turned off the fire, and the surroundings became quiet.

The lights in the garage were voice-activated, and the lights turned off shortly after the surrounding area was quiet.

Zhuang Xingchen came back to his senses, and looked at the man whose hands were still on the steering wheel.

In the darkness, his expression was unreal, but it was reassuring.

Even if he doesn't speak, just sitting there gives people a feeling that he is a mountain to rely on.

Wen Moqi suddenly laughed: "Why don't you get out of the car?"

Hearing his laughter, Zhuang Xingchen's face became even hotter, and he said, "Uncle didn't get out of the car either."

Wen Moqi: "Well, I have to take my time."

Zhuang Xingchen was puzzled: "What's the delay?"

Wen Moqi sighed: "I'm thinking about what the stars said before."

Zhuang Xingchen: "..."

He is not a straightforward person, he can directly say that it is 'happy candy', it can be said that Uncle Wen gave him the courage.

Now hearing Uncle Wen say that he was still thinking about what he just said, it made him feel like he was going to be burned instantly.

Can you forget about it.

After a while, he whispered, "Get out of the car first..."

The air in the car is too suffocating.

Especially in the dark, it also added some daydream ambiguity.

Zhuang Xingchen couldn't sit still after answering. He opened the car door and got out of the car first.

Wen Moqi got out of the car after him.

The sound of getting off the car made the voice-activated lights turn on again, and Zhuang Xingchen saw Wen Moqi's face clearly when he looked up.

He was smiling, that kind of obvious smile, which made his handsome facial features shrouded in a layer of spring.

Wen Moqi suddenly said: "Xingchen, you haven't answered me yet."

Zhuang Xingchen was puzzled: "What?"

Wen Moqi: "There are many kinds of happy events, your wedding candy... which kind of happy event is it?"

Zhuang Xingchen: "..."

Wen Moqi: "There are four great happy events in life. They are rain after a long drought, encountering old acquaintances in a foreign land, and..."

Zhuang Xingchen interrupted him: "This is it."

Wen Moqi: "Which one?"

Zhuang Xingchen: "...Next this."

Wen Moqi laughed, and the next thing was——

The bridal chamber is full of candles, when the golden list is titled.

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The author has something to say:

I'm sorry, I didn't have time to write a QAQ when I got back home yesterday. I originally wanted to make up for it later, but when I think about it, it seems that it's almost over... I can't make up for it?