Standing to the side, He Muchen was jealous and sullenly pinched Zhou Rui's little face: "You can't think about other people."
"Ha ha.."
He patted Zhou Rui on the shoulder and said, "Do you like sour food? Kid, this jar of vinegar is enough for you to eat for years."
Zhou Rui glanced at He Muchen, who was very jealous, and then smiled at Qin Heng: "Uncle Qin, I have good teeth and I quite like sour food."
"Alright, if you like it, that's good." Qin Heng shrugged and looked at Zhou Rui and He Muchen with a relieved expression.
All morning, He Muchen stayed close to Zhou Rui, as if afraid of losing him in front of him.
Unable to stand it any longer, Qin Heng asked He Muchen directly, "Muchen, how old are you this year?"
He Muchen stared intently at Zhou Rui, who was examining the photos he had just taken on his camera, and replied, "I'll be twenty-one in a few months. Is Uncle Qin planning to give me a big gift?"
Qin Heng gently patted He Muchen on the back of the head: "Those who don't know you're twenty-one will think you're three years old this year."
"You still want a big gift from me? How dare you?"
"I haven't even charged you for teaching your wife yet."
He Muchen scratched the back of his head and looked at Qin Heng with a smile: "Uncle Qin, I'll give you the money later. You should teach my wife properly."
Qin Heng patted He Muchen on the shoulder: "You don't need to transfer the money to me. Keep it to support your wife. Uncle Qin doesn't need your little bit of money."
He Muchen looked at Zhou Rui, who was very serious beside him, and turned Zhou Rui's face to face him with both hands, saying, "Wife, can you look at me for a second? You haven't looked at me for almost several hours."
Zhou Rui's face was squeezed by He Muchen's hand, making his little mouth pout. He Muchen looked at his lovely wife, leaned in, and kissed his little mouth that he had made pout.
Zhou Rui blushed instantly after being kissed by him.
She removed his hand from her face, lowered her head shyly, and whispered, "Uncle Qin, you're still here."
He Muchen pretended not to hear what Zhou Rui said, tilted his head and brought his face close to Zhou Rui's, asking, "Wife, what did you say?"
He Muchen leaned closer, and Zhou Rui blushed even more: "Uncle Qin, I'm here."
He Muchen shamelessly kissed Zhou Rui's slightly hot cheek, and deliberately said loudly, "I'm kissing my wife, not someone else. Uncle Qin, you won't mind."
Qin Heng was suddenly called out, and he turned around and coughed lightly in a joking manner: "Ahem, I mind."
"I'm getting old, and the doctor said my heart can't be stimulated."
"Can you two just leave here already?"
When Zhou Rui heard Qin Heng say this, the blush on his cheeks rose to a new level, and he buried his face even lower.
He Muchen happily helped Zhou Rui up and said to Qin Heng, "Uncle Qin, we're leaving now."
With his face flushed red, Zhou Rui greeted Qin Heng, "Uncle Qin, we'll be going now. We'll come back another day."
"Little friend, next time you come, come by yourself. The vinegar jar is better kept at home."
Zhou Rui smiled and said, "Okay."
He Muchen put his arm around Zhou Rui and left. Sitting in the car, he took off his mask and goggles, rested his head on Zhou Rui's shoulder, and played with his fair hand.
*
A month later, Zhou Rui, who had just finished his concert, was able to hear He Muchen's last concert as a member of a group.
In the audience, Zhou Rui watched He Muchen's last concert as a singer with tears in his eyes. He had never had the chance to see him before and had regretted it for a long time. Now, he was finally able to hear him sing on stage again, and he was very excited.
After the concert ended and the fans left, Zhou Rui sat in the dressing room and secretly cried.
Zhou Yuzhi and Song Anqi walked into the dressing room, chatting and laughing.
Zhou Yuzhi saw Zhou Rui lying on the table, went up and patted him on the shoulder: "Little Rui Rui, I was wondering why I couldn't see you during the last song on stage. Turns out you were hiding here."
Zhou Rui, with his big, watery eyes, looked up at Zhou Yuzhi.
"Little Rui Rui, you're crying."
"What's wrong? Who bullied you? Tell me, and I'll go beat him up for you."
Song Anqi put his arm around Zhou Yuzhi's shoulder and declared to Zhou Rui, "He is mine."
"Yu Zhi, stop talking for now and listen to Zhou Rui first."
Just as Zhou Rui was about to speak, he saw He Muchen push the door open and enter. Looking at He Muchen, he couldn't control himself any longer and rushed forward, hugging He Muchen's waist and hiding in his arms, crying.
He Muchen looked at his wife, who was crying in his arms, with a look of astonishment. He asked nervously with a cold face, "Wife, what's wrong? Did they bully you?"
Zhou Rui, who had been hiding silently in his arms, hugged him and cried.
With a cold face and an unpleasant tone, He Muchen said to Zhou Yuzhi and Song Anqi, "You two, who bullied my wife? Was it you, Zhou Yuzhi? Or was it you, Song Anqi, who was making sarcastic remarks about him again?"
Zhou Yuzhi and Song Anqi looked helplessly at He Muchen and Zhou Rui, who was crying in his arms.
Zhou Yuzhi walked up to them and quickly explained, "We didn't bully him. When we came in, his eyes were red. We were just about to ask him something when you came in."
"Before he could say anything, he saw you come in and hugged you and cried."
Zhou Yuzhi turned to look at Song Anqi beside him, gesturing for him to explain as well: "If you don't believe me, ask Song Anqi."
Song Anqi stared blankly at Zhou Yuzhi. Zhou Yuzhi glared at him and pinched the flesh on his arm.
Song Anqi said with a smile, "Yes! We didn't bully your wife, it's your wife who's crying."
"We originally wanted to check on him."
"When he saw you, he cried even harder. Did you bully him without realizing it and blame us instead?"
He Muchen wondered why his wife had been laughing and talking with him so nicely before he went on stage, but then cried after the concert ended.
He patted his back, stroked his head, and hugged him tightly: "Don't cry, wife."
"I'm here."
Song Anqi pulled Zhou Yuzhi back to the apartment first.
He still wants to go back and sleep soundly with his wife.
Zhou Rui cried in He Muchen's arms for a while, then looked up at He Muchen with his big, red eyes, sniffling, "Honey, let's go back."
He Muchen didn't ask him any questions at the moment. He sat in the car, holding Zhou Rui in his arms.
He was thinking about what he had done to upset his wife from morning till night.
Back at the apartment, Zhou Rui pulled He Muchen aside: "Honey, can we take a picture together first, then you can go change your clothes?"
He Muchen was taken aback by Zhou Rui's sudden suggestion. This was the first time Zhou Rui had asked him to do something in front of him, and he rarely asked to take a photo with him. In Zhou Rui's photos, there was only He Muchen.
"Honey, wait a minute, I'll go ask Zhou Yuzhi to take a picture for us."
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