After I made a biography for my scumbag ex, I was on fire

Chapter 112 Children

Lu Yuan left for a month, and the house hadn't been fired for a long time, and the pots and pans in the kitchen were covered with a thin layer of dust.

Mu Song spent some time cleaning the kitchen utensils before digging out the few ingredients and making two bowls of plain Yangchun plain noodles.

When he brought the noodles to the dining table and went to call Lu Yuan, the man had already fallen asleep lying on the desk, with all the reconciled ledgers in hand.

Lu Yuan's study room was remodeled from the former owner's second bedroom, except for a long solid wood desk in the center, there is nothing else.

Late at night in early spring, in the empty and dark room, only a lamp was on, shining on Lu Yuan's handsome sleeping face, like a beautiful scene in a literary film, Mu Song couldn't bear to destroy it.

However, in order to soak the noodles in the bowl, Mu Song still walked into the screen and stretched out his hand. He wanted to pat Lu Yuan to wake him up, but when he saw the slight frown between his brows, he caressed him in a mysterious way.

This move was once the most intimate and warm "little gesture" between them.

Lu Yuan had to deal with too many things every day, and the responsibilities he shouldered were too heavy. Even when he fell asleep, he did not relax completely in his subconscious.

Often when I fell asleep, my brows were still tightly furrowed, as if in a dream, I was still working hard and restless.

At that time, as long as Mu Song saw it, he would stretch out his hand, caress Lu Yuan's forehead, and carefully smooth the wrinkles on his brow with soft fingertips.

Mu Song's movements are always very light, but even so, Lu Yuan, who was not sleeping soundly, would often wake up from his dream, ignorantly, after seeing the distress in Mu Song's eyes, he would roll him under his body .

It may not always be the end every time, but it is inevitable that there will be a sticky intimacy, which makes Mu Song out of breath, and then he hugs him contentedly, and says "sleep honestly".

Whenever at this time, Mu Song always felt that the relationship between them, perhaps, was not just his own wishful thinking.

This, he used all his enthusiasm, the man he loves so much, maybe, he also slowly made a place for him in his heart.

At that time, curled up in Lu Yuan's warm embrace, like leaning on a solid harbor, Mu Song always said to himself, "Wait a little longer, wait a little longer, one day, he will be the shore of my life."

But who would have thought that when this day finally came, he raised his sails and didn't want to stay where he was anymore.

While Mu Song was feeling emotional, he was thinking about something on his mind, but he didn't pay attention, Lu Yuan's eyelids moved, and he slowly woke up.

Therefore, before the hand that was caressing between the eyebrows could be taken back, Lu Yuan grabbed it.

The four eyes met, but in an instant, he understood the unspoken emotions of the other party. With a strong hand, Lu Yuan pulled Mu Song into his arms.

"Song..."

As if lost and found again, Lu Yuan held Mu Song in his arms, and the word "song" was so evocative that it seemed to contain thousands of words.

"Well, the noodles are getting lumpy, eat first, eat first..."

Mu Song was frightened by the sudden affection, seeing Lu Yuan's reddened eyes filled with unresolved longing for family members, he quickly pushed him hard, trying to take advantage of the situation and pull him back on the right track.

Unexpectedly, Lu Yuan was half-dream and half-awake, and hadn't recalled it yet. Following the inertia deep in his subconscious, he circled his lover, body and mind, and quickly warmed up. He turned over and pressed Mu Song on the desk.

"I don't want to eat, I want to..."

"Fuck... don't think about anything! Get up quickly! I've worked hard for a long time!"

Mu Song was so oppressed that he couldn't breathe, and he pinched Lu Yuan's waist and eyes hard, finally waking him up from the pain. He was stunned for a long time before he blushed and let go resentfully.

Withdrawing from Lu Yuan's arms, Mu Song straightened his messed up clothes and stepped out of the study first.

After all this trouble, the noodles were still lumpy, but Lu Yuan ate every drop of the soup and water as if he was eating a delicacy he had been thinking about for a long time.

"It's been a long time since I tasted it, and it still tastes the same."

Seeing Lu Yuan's satisfied face, Mu Song didn't say anything, but after he finished eating, he put away the bowl and went to wash, but Lu Yuan wanted to rush to do it, and Mu Song simply refused.

"You worked hard today, just a few things, and I'll wash them in a while."

"OK then……"

Unable to get a job, Lu Yuan didn't leave. He folded his arms and leaned against the door frame next to the pool, talking about the account book one after another.

"I've recorded all the problems I found, and I'll sort them out tomorrow, and I'll send them to you when I'm done."

Mu Song looked up at Lu Yuan, nodded, said "I'm sorry", and didn't say anything else.

As for Lu Yuan, anyone who has done serious business with him, it is hard not to admire his excellence.

With his quick and clear thinking, he can always see the core crux of the problem at a glance, and then use a thunderous method to quickly realize what he thinks.

It is not easy to unite knowledge and action, but these, in Mu Song's view, are not the most distinctive features of him.

Lu Yuan's truly rare quality is that no matter how big or small the matter is, as long as he handles it, he will treat it as his own business, follow his high standards and strict requirements, and do things properly.

It is precisely because of this that he is very picky about what to do, and then, if he doesn't do it, he will do it to the best.

Therefore, Lu Elite's industry reputation has not been reversed, especially in recent years, even if Lu Yuan intends to keep a low profile, he often passively appears in the reports of financial figures, and is regarded as a leading role model for the new generation of business circles.

If you are famous, you will naturally be talked about.

People say that he will be reincarnated, stepping on the golden stage to sing, but as his bedside person, Mu Song knows better than anyone else that such a background is a resource that no one can match, and few people can bear it. pressure.

May I ask, how hard must he work to surpass his father's generation and let people see the light that really belongs to him, Lu Yuan, under the dazzling crown?

Therefore, in the past ten years, on the way of proving himself, Lu Yuan has been down-to-earth and sung all the way, gradually making his way and becoming a leader among his peers.

Seeing that he is getting better and better and more comfortable, Mu Song is not only happy for him, but also unavoidably a little uneasy and lonely.

In his relationship with Lu Yuan, he was at a disadvantage from the very beginning, and his direction was even more unclear.

For so many years, there has been no substantive bondage to make him feel at ease, and even Lu Yuan's feelings for him have not made much progress.

Although there are fewer and fewer disputes, and there are occasional sweet moments, many crises are still like time bombs, which may explode at any time.

Therefore, these years, Mu Song's life is really bad, so that even if Lu Yuan can't wait to hold him in the palm of his hand, he can't let him completely let go of his guard and accept this person again.

Having written so many love stories, Mu Song feels that whether a relationship should continue is not whether the love is deep enough, but whether each other can become a better version of themselves.

Now that things have developed, Mu Song feels that the sticking point between him and Lu Yuan is not whether he still loves Lu Yuan or not, but that he doesn't like himself in the relationship.

He never wanted to go back to the way he used to be—

Sensitive, suspicious, paranoid, hysterical, always worried about whether Lu Yuan loves him or not.

Such a him, even he himself doesn't like it, how could it be possible for Lu Yuan to fall in love with him for the rest of his life?

Mu Song sighed softly in his heart, washed the last bowl, dried his hands, said good night to Lu Yuan, then quickly left the environment that made him confused, went home and slept with his head covered until dawn.

The next day, Lu Yuan really sent over the marked ledger and sorted out questions.

Looking at the rigorous and serious handwriting, Mu Song was full of emotions, but besides thanking him, he didn't know what to say.

Half a month later, Liu Yun organized a volunteer activity to visit the orphanage. As a member of the project team, Mu Song decisively signed up. After thinking about it, he invited Lu Yuan as well.

On the day of the event, the director of welfare enthusiastically expressed his gratitude to them for checking the accounts, and Mu Song generously gave Lu Yuan all the credit.

After hearing this, the dean invited Lu Yuan into the office again, earnestly asked many questions in his summary, and consulted a lot of suggestions for future management. When he was finally willing to release Lu Yuan, the activity was almost over.

After talking in the small office for a long time, Lu Yuan felt a little dizzy and couldn't wait to find Mu Song when he came out. Finally, in an activity classroom, he saw him telling stories to the children.

A dozen or so three- and four-year-old children sat around Mu Song, listening attentively to him telling the storybook in his hand vividly, sometimes laughing heartily, sometimes nervously, fully immersed in the world described by the story.

Lu Yuan stood outside the door, looking through the glass, watching Mu Song embrace the little girl who crawled beside him into his arms, while telling stories, while stroking the little head of the child, his face was full of tenderness, love, and affectionately. The desire in Lu Yuan's heart was fulfilled.

In the past one or two years, as the relationship with Mu Song became smoother and more like a normal couple, Lu Yuan had the idea of ​​raising a child more than once.

But he tried Mu Song a few times, and the man said coldly that he didn't like children.

"You go out early and come back late, how many hours can you stay at home? Who will take care of raising a child? I'm not that interested in being your child's nanny."

What Mu Song said was the truth, but not his true words.

He really doesn't like children that much, but he doesn't reject raising Lu Yuan's children, and even thinks it's very romantic to raise a child who looks exactly like Lu Yuan into his own personality.

In addition, with the black technology of artificial fetus breeding these years, even if the child cannot have the blood of both of them at the same time, it can have the shadow of both of them.

From small behaviors to big three views, the children they raise together will definitely integrate the character traits of the two of them. In Mu Song's view, this is more important than biological inheritance.

But at that time, he never had enough sense of security about his relationship with Lu Yuan.

If, one day, when it comes to falling apart, the child must belong to Lu Yuan, and he doesn't even have the qualifications to fight for it.

Mu Song's heart is soft, and the kitten he raised has passed away all these years, let alone raising the child himself.

Unable to bear the helpless parting, he simply refused to start. Mu Song, who was in pain, was indeed not a brave person.

Therefore, no matter how Lu Yuan expressly hinted, he would not let go, making Lu Yuan really think that he doesn't like children.

But later, when it was discovered that Mr. Mu Song participated in volunteer activities for caring for special children, he couldn't help becoming suspicious.

Then, in Zheng Fei's photo, seeing Mu Song laughing so happily with the children, I realized what I thought was the truth——

It's not that Mu Song doesn't like children, but he doesn't want to raise his children.

That's right, even though it's a family of two of them, the child has only one person's blood. If it's me, I shouldn't be uncomfortable.

Therefore, in D City, he told Mu Song that he went to adopt two children because of this consideration.

Today, seeing Mu Song hugging the soft and sticky little girl, exuding a maternity-like radiance, Lu Yuan's heart was agitated again.

This is what his ideal home looks like!

What else can heal the exhaustion of running and fighting outside than seeing your beloved lover and holding a lovely child as soon as you return home?

Lu Yuan couldn't imagine it.

So, after the event, he drove Mu Song back from the orphanage, and once again, tested the man's mind.

"I think you are very happy to stay with the children."

"Well, these children are usually less concerned by adults. This afternoon, they all behaved more obedient and easy to lead."

"Then you, are you afraid of children?"

"What do you mean?"

"It's nothing, I'll just ask, if you really don't like naughty children, it's a bit troublesome.

I asked the lawyer, if we want to adopt, like neither of us is over 40 years old, we can only adopt children of the same sex.

Originally, I thought it would be easier to raise a little girl, but now it seems that it is more difficult.

However, it's not impossible to do it at all, it can be hung under my parents' name..."

"Lu Yuan, you..."

Mu Song looked at Lu Yuan, speechless for a long time.

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The author has something to say:

Lu Yuan: "Take a child who looks exactly like Lu Yuan, and let him develop a personality that suits him." Woohoo, I also think it's so romantic!Wife, you love me~~~

Mu Song: It's all over, don't mention it.

Lu Yuan: No, no, no, such a romantic idea must be put into practice to be worthy of my wife's imagination. Wow, come on, let's try it now.

Mu Song: Damn it!What are you trying with me?Even if you try to die, you can't give birth to a child!

Lu Yuan: How will you know if you don’t try?

Mu Song: GUN!