Chapter 20 For the stars Ancestors, ...

When Song Xingran's kiss fell on his neck, Wen Mu raised his hand and pressed it against his chest.

Her fingertips could clearly feel the rapid heartbeat beneath the layer of muscle, exactly the same as her own.

"Wait." The voice was soft and the tone was calm.

Song Xingran stood up, his black hair hanging messily in front of his forehead, his eyes burning with a dark fire: "What's wrong?"

Wen Mu's eyes swept across the electronic clock on the bedside table: 23:47.

She must be in the laboratory at ten o'clock tomorrow. If she lets Song Xingran stay up until the early morning like last time, she will not be able to work normally.

"I have work in the lab tomorrow." She habitually went to push up her glasses, only to remember that they were gone.

As if he had lost the last layer of protection, facing the man's straight gaze, Wen Mu felt a little at a loss.

Song Xingran narrowed his eyes and rubbed the hollow of her collarbone with his thumb: "So?"

Wen Mu took a deep breath.

She recalled the "dog training theory" she had read before, which was about staying calm when a dog attacks and biting, and suppressing it with aura.

"so."

"I'll decide what to do tonight."

Song Xingran raised an eyebrow and suddenly laughed out loud: "Teacher Wen, are you going to lead the experiment?"

"You can understand it that way."

Wen Mu leaned against the head of the bed, gently closing his legs.

"Tonight, listen to me."

…

It wasn't until some time had passed that Wen Mu finally came back down from her floating state. She heard the sound of tissues being pulled out, and then the sound of a man getting out of bed.

The sound of water running in the bathroom rang out, and she collapsed on the bed, not wanting to move even a finger.

When Song Xingran came back, Wen Mu watched him in a daze as he opened the bottom drawer of the wardrobe, where she kept her underwear, and then found a pair of white cotton panties in it.

"How did you know it was there?"

Her voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

Song Xingran knelt on one knee beside the bed and helped her change into clean clothes. His fingers occasionally brushed against her skin, causing a slight shudder.

"Because I'm ambitious." He smiled like a thieving cat. "A good student must prepare well."

Wen Mu wanted to kick him, but his ankle was grabbed.

The man's thumb circled her ankle, his eyes dark.

"Teacher Wen still has the strength?"

She immediately retracted her legs, turned over, grabbed a pillow, and placed it steadily between the two of them.

Song Xingran's smile disappeared.

"What's the meaning?"

Wen Mu lay down with his back to him, his voice having returned to calm.

"Mission accomplished."

"sleep."

The mattress behind him sank, and Song Xingran lay down heavily.

His breathing was noticeably heavier than usual, with a hint of lingering restlessness.

"Wenmu."

He called her, his voice unusually serious.

Wen Mu closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

The man was silent for a while, then he pulled Wen Mu into his arms through the pillow.

His arm was across her waist, neither too light nor too heavy, just enough to prevent her from breaking free but not too uncomfortable.

This posture is too intimate, like two gears fitting together perfectly.

Wen Mu's back was pressed against the man's fiery chest, and she could even feel his heartbeat, which had not yet calmed down. Song Xingran's breath sprayed on the back of her neck, with a faint scent of mint toothpaste.

"Don't move." Noticing her stiffness, Song Xingran's voice was muffled, "Just sleep like this."

Wen Mu wanted to reach out and push him, but in the end she just said "hmm". She closed her eyes, but could not fall asleep.

The presence of the man behind her was so strong that every breath caused her body to rise and fall slightly.

Is this what it feels like to be married?

Weird.

*

In the early morning, Wen Mu woke up and found that there was no one around him.

She touched the still warm bed sheet and got up to wash.

When she went downstairs, she happened to see Song Xingran pushing the door open.

The man wore a black sports vest and gray gym shorts, the fabric soaked with sweat and sticking to his body, outlining the distinct contours of his muscles. His cheeks were flushed with a healthy blush from the exercise, and his entire body exuded a vibrant energy.

"What are you doing?" Wen Mu asked, his eyes sweeping over his well-defined arms.

Song Xingran bent down to change his shoes without even looking up: "Run."

"I haven't seen you jogging in the morning before."

"That's because someone is restless every night," Song Xingran stood up straight, a sly smile on his face, "It's disrupted my sleep and sleep schedule, even my running schedule is irregular."

Confusing right and wrong.

Wen Mu was speechless and turned to walk towards the entrance to change his shoes.

"No breakfast?"

"Just go to the snack street and buy something."

"Egg-filled pancakes?"

Wen Mu shook his head: "I was planning to eat Shandong pancakes today."

Song Xingran rolled his eyes: "Wait."

He strode to the kitchen, rinsed his hands under the tap, and then pulled out a few paper towels to wipe the sweat from his face and neck.

Wen Mu watched him open the refrigerator and take out eggs, steak and some vegetables with incredible skill.

"Can you cook?" she couldn't help asking.

Song Xingran: "Why, Teacher Wen thinks I only know how to eat?"

Wen Mu didn't respond, silently sitting down at the counter. The man's back was handsome, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his muscles undulating as he cut vegetables. Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, causing even the tips of his sweat-soaked hair to gleam.

In less than twenty minutes, the aroma filled the entire kitchen. Song Xingran placed the perfectly fried steak and sunny-side-up egg on a plate and pushed it in front of Wen Mu.

The steak is crispy on the surface, but turns a beautiful pink when cut; the egg yolk is round and plump, and a thick egg liquid will flow out with a light poke.

Wen Mu took a bite and his eyes widened slightly.

It’s delicious.

"How is it?" Song Xingran leaned opposite her, staring at her with burning eyes.

"Not bad." Wen Mu did not hesitate to praise, but did not say anything else.

"Teacher Wen," Song Xingran called her, "you really have no conscience."

Wen Mu looked up and saw the man leaning on the counter with his hands, looking down at her.

She swallowed the last bite of steak and asked, "Why do I have no conscience?"

The man narrowed his eyes. "I worked so hard to make you such a delicious breakfast, can't you say a few more words? At least express your gratitude."

"Thank you." Wen Mu wiped his mouth.

"What else should I say?"

"Aren't you curious," Song Xingran leaned closer, "Why can I cook?"

Wen Mu peeled the boiled egg slowly and calmly, "I'm not curious."

She raised her eyes and said, "Because I knew from the beginning that you were very powerful."

Song Xingran was stunned, and his ears turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He stood up, turned and walked to the refrigerator, took out a box of milk and put it in hot water to warm it, without saying a word the whole time.

An eerie silence spread in the kitchen.

Wen Mu took sips of warm water, his eyes fixed on the swaying tree shadows outside the window.

"I want a dog."

Let's discuss it quickly while he's still in a good mood.

Song Xingran paused while wiping the table: "What dog?"

"A small husky, from my cousin Yu Mo's family."

"No." Song Xingran refused decisively, "It sheds hair, destroys the house, and is noisy."

Wen Mu pushed his glasses up: "I will be responsible for cleaning and training."

"You can't even take care of yourself," the man sneered, "and you still want to keep a dog?"

“I’ve had dogs.”

Song Xingran put down the rag and crossed his arms over his chest: "Give me a reason to agree."

Wen Mu thought for a moment: "The dog can stay with you at home. You won't be too bored when I'm busy at work."

She picked an argument that was for his own good.

"I don't need a dog." Song Xingran leaned over, his hands resting on the countertop on either side of her. "I have better ways to entertain myself."

Wen Mu looked him straight in the eyes: "Then what do you want in exchange for your agreement?"

The corners of Song Xingran's mouth slowly rose, revealing that evil smile that she was all too familiar with.

"Promise me one thing tonight."

"What do you want?"

"I can't tell you now." His fingertips tapped lightly on the table, "But I promise I won't make you feel too uncomfortable."

Wen Mu pursed his lips.

She had already vaguely guessed what Song Xingran's "request" would be - perhaps an extremely shameful posture, or perhaps an extremely long time.

"Can I change the terms?" she tried to bargain.

Song Xingran shook his head, his eyes gleaming with determination: "This is it, no bargaining."

Wen Mu looked down at her fingers. She really wanted to raise the husky pup, but the man before her was too scary.

After a fierce ideological struggle, she finally nodded.

The man's smile widened instantly, revealing his sharp fangs.

Wen Mu stood up, picked up his bag and prepared to go out.

Song Xingran: "Wife, don't you want me to send you off?"

She turned around and glared at him, her tone a little fierce: "Stop laughing, your teeth will get cold."

The man simply laughed out loud, and his laughter followed her all the way out the door.

Wen Mu walked quickly out of the front garden, but he couldn't suppress the slight upward curve of his lips.

*

Wen Mu put his bag on the table as he entered the lab and said to Mo, "He agreed."

Yu Mo's eyes lit up instantly: "Really? Master Song is so easy to talk to?"

She immediately took out her cell phone and said, "I'll notify the housekeeper now and have the dog delivered to you after get off work today!"

Before Wen Mu could react, Yu Mo's fingers were already flying across the screen: "You will definitely like him!"

The phone makes a "ding" sound to indicate successful sending.

Need I say more?

She definitely likes the Husky pup more than Song Xingran.

Yu Mo suddenly came over and lowered her voice: "By the way, Mr. Song will come to our school this weekend to discuss cooperation."

Wen Mu paused as he was turning on the computer: "So fast?"

"Hmm." Yu Mo shook her head proudly. "I heard the principal couldn't stop smiling. It's all thanks to you."

Forget it.

Before she got married, she had never thought that the cost of two buildings was a bit high.

Ah, my back hurts.

Seeing that she was silent, Yu Mo thought she was worried, so she comforted her: "Don't worry, few people know about it."

That’s right.

She doesn't even know it herself.

Wen Mu: "Then how did you know?"

Yu Mo smiled mysteriously: "My spies are everywhere."

Wen Mu frowned: "Does anyone else know?"

Yu Mo immediately understood and patted her shoulder: "Don't worry. If your father-in-law can't hold it, I will hold it for you."

Wen Mu shook his head helplessly, opened the document, and started his day's work.

*

As the sun sets, Wen Mu and Yu Mo walk out of the laboratory building hand in hand.

The warm wind blew her hair. She was wearing a beige shirt and a khaki skirt, which made her look less cold and more gentle.

"Teacher Wen! Your husband is here to pick you up!"

The loud voice of the security guard came from the school gate, attracting the attention of passing students.

Wen Mu paused and looked in the direction of the voice.

Outside the school gate, Song Xingran stood there, his broad shoulders and narrow waist covered by a black T-shirt with letters, and a pair of straight long legs under his gray sweatpants. The star necklace hanging on his chest shimmered in the sunset, making him look even more flamboyant.

Seeing Wen Mu, the man raised his chin slightly, a sly smile on his lips, like a large dog waiting to be claimed by its owner.

Yu Mo excitedly shook Wen Mu's arm: "Your little husband is indeed worthy of his reputation. He is really good-looking."

Wen Mu looked at her helplessly, reaching out to pick away the stray hairs from her hair: "Don't worry, your future husband will be even more exciting than him."

Yu Mo suddenly leaned close to her ear and lowered her voice very low: "So, is it fierce or not?"

Wen Mu lowered his eyes to glance somewhere, then looked up again with a calm expression: "Why do you think I can't stand steadily?"

Yu Mo was stunned at first, then she reacted and covered her mouth with her hands, laughing so hard that her shoulders were shaking.

Wen Mu had no choice but to pull Yu Mo, who was laughing so hard, towards the school gate little by little.

"Wife, why are you so late?"

Song Xingran's voice was lazy with a hint of ruffianism, and the volume was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for people around to hear.

Yu Mo couldn't hold back her laughter for a moment. The security guard pretended to cover his ears, but his eyes narrowed into slits due to laughing.

Wen Mu remained calm, let go of Yu Mo's hand, walked straight towards Song Xingran, took his hand and walked out.

The man froze, his eyes wide. He didn't resist, letting Wen Mu pull him forward. He stumbled twice, nearly falling over the person in front of him, distracted.

The woman's hand was smaller than his, soft yet strong, with a slightly cool fingertips. Song Xingran unconsciously closed his fingers and wrapped her entire hand in his palm.

The two walked a few dozen meters and stopped in front of the eye-catching Bugatti.

"Is it fun?" Wen Mu looked up at him.

Song Xingran put his hands in his pockets and smiled wickedly: "Not bad."

There was a sound of hurried footsteps and shouts behind him: "Amu! Dog!"

"You don't want the dog anymore!"

No more.

I don't want this one or that one anymore.

Is it still too late to return the product now?

Yu Mo came up breathlessly, holding a furry little ball in her arms, followed by a young man carrying a lot of bags in his hands.

"Here, your dog." She handed over a ball of black and white fur.

It was a newly born Husky pup, with a chubby little body and blue eyes like two gems. Its ears had not yet fully stood up and were drooping limply.

It looked at its new owner curiously, sticking out its pink little tongue and making a "woohoo" sound.

Wen Mu's heart melted instantly. She carefully took the puppy, her fingertips sinking into the soft fur.

The little guy rubbed against her palm, and the warm and fragile feeling made her expression soften unconsciously.

"Here." The young man walked forward and handed a large bag to Wen Mu. "Some necessities. You can use them for the time being."

Song Xingran reached out and took it: "Thank you."

The man looked him over, smiled and nodded, "Young Master Song."

Yu Mo also greeted generously: "Hello, brother-in-law."

Wen Mu explained: "Momo is one month older than me."

The man just nodded slightly and said calmly: "Hello."

What are you pulling for?

Wen Mu was helpless and turned to ask Yu Mo: "Why are you so thoughtful?"

"Because it's a gift for you." Yu Mo blinked and immediately began to explain the precautions for raising a puppy. "You must feed your puppy small meals frequently, four to five times a day, don't bathe it too often, and prepare special toys for the teething period..."

Although Wen Mu had raised a dog before, he had never taken care of such a small puppy, so he listened very carefully and nodded from time to time.

Song Xingran stood aside, his expression gradually changing from initial interest to boredom, and finally he couldn't help but sneeze.

Wen Mu realized that she had left him aside for too long. He was staring at her with a look that said, "When will you finally notice me?"

"Let's go back first." She said to Mo, and then stuffed the puppy into the arms of the man next to her.

“What are you doing!”

Song Xingran was startled and hurriedly caught the little ball of fur.

"I'll drive and you hold it." Wen Mu calmly opened the car door.

Song Xingran held the dog stiffly. His big hands, which could accurately control a racing car, now didn't know what to do with this little life.

The husky cub looked even smaller in his arms, its black and white fur contrasting sharply with his black T-shirt.

"Hurry up and take it away." Song Xingran lowered his voice, "I hate dogs the most."

Like repels like, that's as it should be.

"Then do you want me to get carsick?" Wen Mu fastened his seat belt and looked at him in the rearview mirror.

The man was silent for a long time before he uttered, "Drive faster."

The car drove out smoothly, and Wen Mu looked at the situation in the back seat from the rearview mirror from time to time.

Song Xingran held the puppy like a fragile object, his expression comically serious. Every time the puppy moved, he hummed nervously.

"Ancestor, don't move." Song Xingran warned in a low voice, "Don't move!"

Wen Mu couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Song Xingran looked up in shock. In the time he had known Wen Mu, she had either never smiled or only smiled politely. This was the first time she had laughed so unguardedly.

He wanted to angrily ask "What are you laughing at?", but when he saw the curve of her mouth, he swallowed it back inexplicably.

Laugh, laugh.

At night he would see if she could smile or not.

After returning home, Wen Mu immediately started to set up the doghouse.

She took out a soft cushion, a small blanket and a few toys from the bag and carefully set up a cozy little nest in the corner of the living room.

She had shed the seriousness she had shown in the laboratory. Now she was gentle and wanted people to get closer to her.

Song Xingran sat on the sofa holding the dog, his eyes unconsciously following her figure.

Wen Mu's focused expression when he was working appeared again, but this time the object was a dog's nest.

Her slender fingers smoothed out every wrinkle on the cushions, placed the toys just right, and occasionally pushed down her slipping glasses, her skirt swaying slightly with the movement.

Song Xingran was a little lost in thought until he felt a damp and hot feeling in his pants.

"grass!"

The man let out a sharp crack and nearly jumped off the sofa.

Wen Mu turned around and saw Song Xingran holding the puppy stiffly, with a dark water stain spreading on his groin.

The Husky cub tilted its head innocently, its blue eyes full of "It's none of my business."

Wen Mu walked over quickly and took the puppy, with a slight smile on his face: "Welcome to be your poop scooper, Master Song."

The puppy woofed at the right time, and its tail wagged like a small propeller, as if to say: From today on, please give me your advice!

Song Xingran: “…”

Don't come over here!

*

There was only a night light on in the bedroom. Song Xingran was lying on his back on the bed, his arms behind his head, staring at the ceiling.

It's already eleven o'clock.

From the end of dinner until now, Wen Mu has been sitting on the carpet downstairs typing on the computer without even raising his head.

He deliberately walked past her three times with heavy footsteps, and even "accidentally" kicked over her water cup.

In the end, the woman just wiped the computer calmly without even looking at him.

"Bad woman."

Song Xingran turned over with gritted teeth and buried his face in the pillow.

The scent of Wen Mu's usual jasmine shampoo still lingered on the pillow, making him even more irritated.

He decided to wait another ten minutes.

If the workaholic doesn't come back to sleep, he will go down and carry him up.

Click.

The sound of the door lock turning made Song Xingran close his eyes immediately, and his breathing was deliberately long and even.

Light footsteps approached the bed, carrying the scent of roses after a bath. He felt a few strands of cool hair brush against his cheek, itching like a kitten's tail.

"Falling asleep?" Wen Mu's voice was very soft.

Song Xingran held his breath and did not move.

A low laugh spread in the darkness, like a drop of ink falling into clear water, lazy and sexy.

The mattress sank slightly, and the feeling was fleeting, but it was like sparks splashing on hay, instantly igniting the blood in his body.

Song Xingran suddenly opened his eyes and looked sideways.

Wen Mu was sitting sideways on the other side of the bed, the moonlight falling on her through the gauze curtains.

She wasn't wearing glasses. Her black lace nightgown was almost transparent, its deep V-neckline embellished with tiny crystals, making her skin look like snow. Her slender waist was faintly visible under the hollowed-out design, and her long legs were slightly bent, creating ambiguous folds on the bed sheet.

She was looking at him. Although her eyes were cold, the corners of her eyes were slightly raised, like a lazy cat.

Wen Mu tilted his head, his fingertips lightly tapping the man's collarbone, looking down at him.

"What are you looking at me for?"

"Won't you come hug me?"

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The author has something to say: Another dog is coming!

Guess what it will be called [dog head]