Sweet Mommy, Go!

There is an idiom called "sleep without food". Muxiangwan had already reached this state.    

    

When Guchenzhe returned, it was already near dusk. Muxiangwan still sat at his desk without moving.    

    

Guchenzhe had seen the moment he had entered the room, Muxiangwan had not done much today.    

    

Guchenzhe saw that Muxiangwan was probably drawing a design, so he did not disturb her, and stood behind her and watched her silently.    

    

Muxiangwan put down his pen, flicked his wrist that was in pain, looked up at Guchenzhe and said in a spoiled manner, "You're back, I'm so tired."    

    

Guchenzhe first took out the design draft from Muxiangwan's hands and admired it, then he put it back and said, "You drew for an entire day?"    

    

"Yes." Muxiangwan nodded and rubbed his waist.    

    

He had been maintaining the same posture for the entire time, but the moment he moved, he felt an unspeakable pain.    

    

"Silly girl, didn't I tell you to rest at home? "When can you not draw?" Guchenzhe frowned, his heart aching.    

    

Gu gu.    

    

Muxiangwan wanted to explain himself, but his stomach started growling at this time.    

    

A princess of Guchenzhe carried her into her bedroom and said, "Lie down for a while, I'll go cook."    

    

Muxiangwan was truly tired, and obediently didn't struggle.    

    

Guchenzhe cooked a bowl of porridge for Muxiangwan. After a while, when he brought the porridge to his bedroom, Muxiangwan was already asleep.    

    

The sleeping Muxiangwan seemed to have something troubling him, his brows knitted slightly.    

    

Guchenzhe felt his heart ache when he saw this.    

    

He did not understand why he could have everything, but he could not let the woman he loved be happy forever. Was she trying so hard to be on par with him and not be a burden to him?    

    

Guchenzhe thought back to what Muxiangwan had told him before, and suddenly felt that it was not a good thing for him to be so outstanding.    

    

He knew that it was impossible to make the Muxiangwan stop.    

    

Then should she retreat and stand together with Muxiangwan? Maybe she wouldn't be so tired this way.    

    

The Guchenzhe even thought that.    

    

But another voice in his head told him that he couldn't. If he really did retreat, then who would protect her in the future?    

    

Guchenzhe used to think that he was omnipotent, but when it came to emotions, he did not know what to do.    

    

He did not know why, but at this moment, Zhoumubei's face suddenly appeared in front of him.    

    

He had been with the Muxiangwan for a long time and was very good to her. His abilities were also enough to protect her and he didn't even need the Muxiangwan to chase after him, so it would be much easier for the Muxiangwan to be with him.    

    

Furthermore, there was also that unknown man. Muxiangwan did not care about his body and played around crazily with him, so would he be happier when he was with him?    

    

Unexpectedly, Guchenzhe wanted to let go in that instant.    

    

But no matter how you looked at it, you couldn't bear to part with it.    

    

Muxiangwan blurrily opened his eyes and saw him staring at him without blinking.    

    

Could it be that he was angry again?    

    

Muxiangwan suddenly could not figure out why this man would be jealous.    

    

"Me." Muxiangwan opened his mouth, wanting to say something.    

    

However, he was interrupted by the Guchenzhe, "If there comes a day when we separate, will you feel sad?"    

    

"What did you say?" Muxiangwan thought that Guchenzhe was angry from the start, but now he was even more scared by these words. He suddenly sat up, and his head felt dizzy.    

    

Damn it, since when did my body become so bad? Muxiangwan complained to himself in his heart in a low voice, then he raised his head and looked at Guchenzhe with a serious expression.    

    

"How could that be?" The Guchenzhe explained, "I just, just wanted you to live a better life."    

    

"Then what do you think I should do to make my life better?" Muxiangwan asked.    

    

Of course the Guchenzhe would not say that she wanted to give the Muxiangwan to someone else, so she kissed him, "This will make you better."    

    

"Rogue." The Muxiangwan laughed and scolded him.    

    

"We could have done something even more hoodlum." Guchenzhe pretended to be regretful.    

    

After that, Guchenzhe fed Muxiangwan a bowl of porridge and went to bed early.    

    

When he saw the design draft yesterday, Guchenzhe knew that Muxiangwan would definitely not go to work with him today. She would not allow him to have a half finished product in his hands, so he turned his head to do other things.    

    

Thus, the Guchenzhe naughtily pushed the Muxiangwan who was still sleeping to wake him up, "Wake up, we're going to be late for work."    

    

"En ~" Muxiangwan gave a light grunt, then turned his body, covering his entire body with a blanket.    

    

Guchenzhe pulled away his blanket and said, "Mulaobahn has woken up to go to work."    

    

"I'm not going." Muxiangwan dragged his last words.    

    

"You said yourself yesterday that you were going to work." The Guchenzhe said, "The kind that you can't not go to."    

    

"You said you would let me rest yesterday." Muxiangwan imitated his tone, "The kind that I have to do without rest."    

    

"Then rest well at home today. Remember to eat on time. " Guchenzhe warned.    

    

"Yes, yes." The Muxiangwan nodded, then impatiently hid under his blanket to sleep.    

    

Guchenzhe laughed, and gave up on the messy thoughts he had in his head last night.    

    

Muxiangwan continued to sleep comfortably.    

    

Muxiangwan, who had decided to finish the design of Ade La before going to work, felt a lot more relaxed. After all, not being able to sleep well could greatly affect one's inspiration.    

    

When Muxiangwan opened his eyes, it was already 11 o'clock. He opened his eyes, went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of noodles, and after eating his meal comfortably, he sat at his desk and prepared to start today's creation.    

    

As expected, a good rest state refreshed him. Muxiangwan's current inspiration could only be described as "writing like a god".    

    

The blueprint which he had painstakingly drawn for the entire day, but was still unable to draw, came out in just two hours.    

    

"Yes." Muxiangwan nodded his head in satisfaction at his painting, praising it generously, "Geniuses will always be geniuses."    

    

Looking at the time, Muxiangwan put down the drawing paper and decided to prepare dinner for Guchenzhe.    

    

It was like staring at a word for too long, and then you would suddenly not recognize it, or drawing, or staring at a painting for too long and not knowing how to write it, or even wondering if it was your own.    

    

Muxiangwan thought about it for a long time before finally deciding to make the noodles.    

    

He still remembered the first time he was in the old house, when Guchenzhe ate his own noodles. He didn't look like he was pretending.    

    

Furthermore, the Guchenzhe often had rare mountain and sea delicacies, so he should not have any interest in extravagant food.    

    

It's just that if you don't eat the noodles for too long, it will pile up, so Muxiangwan wanted to find a place to brine it and only cook the noodles after Guchenzhe returned.