Wang Yong arrived at He Muchen's door early in the morning, banging on it and shouting outside:
“People in the inner room, get up! If you don’t get up soon, the sun will be shining on your bottoms.”
Seeing that no one opened the door for him, and unable to shout and bang on the door from the outside and disturb the other guests, Wang Yong had no choice but to take out his phone and dial He Muchen's number.
He wanted to go to the Temple of the Matchmaker as soon as possible and be the first customer so that the Matchmaker wouldn't mistake him for someone else.
He Muchen answered the phone, "Hello, who is this?"
"Mu Chen, this is Wang Yong. You guys need to get up, the sun's about to shine on your bottoms!"
"Are you out of your mind? What time is it? Is the sun even up yet?"
"Six o'clock! The sun is already slowly peeking out," Wang Yong said seriously.
"Get out!" He Muchen cursed, waking Zhou Rui, who was sleeping soundly.
Zhou Rui mumbled, still half asleep, "Honey, are you telling me to get lost?"
He Muchen tossed his phone aside, hugged Zhou Rui tightly, and stroked his head. "No, why would I tell my wife to get lost?"
"I told that big idiot at the door to get lost."
"Who's that big idiot at the door?" Zhou Rui rubbed his eyes, opened them, and looked at He Muchen with curiosity.
"That idiot Wang Yong."
"Oh, honey, what time is it? He's already here?" Zhou Rui snuggled into He Muchen's arms.
"It's past six o'clock, honey, don't pay attention to him, let's go back to sleep." He Muchen kissed Zhou Rui's forehead and closed his eyes to sleep.
Standing at the door, Wang Yong stubbornly continued to call He Muchen, while Zhou Rui heard his phone ringing incessantly.
"Honey, why don't you open the door and let him in? Otherwise, he'll probably make a scene at the door."
He Muchen reluctantly got up and opened the door, his face dark as he looked at Wang Yong, who was standing at the door grinning.
"Mu Chen, now that you're awake, hurry up and get ready. Is your wife awake yet?"
"Whether my wife is awake or not is none of your business."
He Muchen said in a low voice, "I already felt uncomfortable just seeing him, and now I feel even more uncomfortable. I want to pin him to the ground and beat him up."
"Of course it's related! We need to catch up with the first person to go to the Temple of the Matchmaker as soon as possible."
Hearing the incessant talking at the door, Zhou Rui got up and walked over to them, asking He Muchen, "Honey, what is he mumbling about?"
"He didn't say anything. He didn't take his medicine and he's acting crazy. Honey, are you still sleepy? Go back to sleep for a while." He Muchen affectionately stroked the little tuft of hair on his head.
"I can't sleep anymore."
Standing to the side, Wang Yong was overjoyed to hear Zhou Rui say that he couldn't sleep, because this meant He Muchen would have no reason to refuse him.
Wang Yong smiled, revealing his large dimples, and said, "Since you can't sleep, get up and quickly wash up and change your clothes."
He Muchen glared at him. Who did he think he was, daring to order my wife around?
"Stop glaring. I know you have beautiful eyes. You two go on ahead. I'll sit here and wait for you."
Wang Yong plopped down on the sofa next to the bed without any hesitation.
"What are you standing here for? Hurry up and change your clothes, or the God of Love will be angry and cut off your red thread if you're late."
"Actor Wang, didn't you ever think that the God of Love isn't even at work yet?" Zhou Rui sighed and looked at him.
"No, you two can take your time getting ready. We'll go get breakfast first, and then it'll be about time."
Zhou Rui chuckled dryly, "You really know how to manage time; you don't waste a single moment."
Zhou Rui reluctantly went to the bathroom to wash up, not wanting to see Wang Yong again. He Muchen glared at Wang Yong sitting on the sofa.
I really want to go up and beat him up. He should go to the Temple of the Old Man Under the Moon and pray to the Old Man Under the Moon to arrange a fierce wife for him so that she can beat him up every day.
"Mu Chen, why aren't you going to wash up yet? Don't make your wife and me wait for you alone."
"No, I won't make my wife wait for me."
He Muchen rolled his eyes at him, walked into the bathroom, and saw that Zhou Rui had already squeezed toothpaste for him and placed it there.
He Muchen wrapped his arms around Zhou Rui's waist from behind and kissed his cheek, "Wife, you're so good~"
"What's so great about me?" Zhou Rui turned around, hooked her arm around his neck, and asked sweetly.
He Muchen chuckled and pinched Zhou Rui's nose, "My wife is perfect in every way."
After He Muchen finished speaking, he picked up Zhou Rui, and Zhou Rui wrapped his legs around his waist.
"Honey, what are you trying to do?"
"What do you think a husband can do to his wife?" He Muchen's hand, which was supporting Zhou Rui's buttocks, gave it a restless squeeze.
"Oh, it's not impossible, but... honey, do you think that idiot outside will stay inside for too long without opening the door?"
"Ignore him, I just want to eat my breakfast." He Muchen lifted Zhou Rui onto the sink and leaned down to kiss him.
Not long after, seeing that the two hadn't finished washing up, Wang Yong impatiently walked to the bathroom door and politely knocked, "Can you two hurry up? Time waits for no one."
"Honey, no... He's outside, be careful he doesn't come in."
"He won't. Although Wang Yong seems a bit slow, he's not stupid. He knows what we've been doing since we've been out for so long, so he won't come in."
Wang Yong knew perfectly well what the two of them had been doing inside for so long, so he helplessly sat back down on the sofa, put on his headphones, played music, and scrolled through his phone.
...
After a while, He Muchen, having eaten half his fill, came out with his arm around Zhou Rui's waist.
When Wang Yong saw them come out, he looked up at them, took off his earphones, and teased, "Mu Chen, you're something else! You lasted quite a while."
"Thank you for the compliment, let's go."
"Are you sure you don't want to change your clothes before you go?"
"Is there something wrong with our clothes?" He Muchen asked curiously.
"dirty..."
Zhou Rui and He Muchen looked at Wang Yong sitting on the sofa with a puzzled expression, and then glanced at each other's clothes.
“It’s not dirty!” Zhou Rui said.
He Muchen echoed Zhou Rui's words, "That's right! Where is it dirty?"
"You'd better change your clothes quickly. Oh, and you two shouldn't change clothes together."
"So that we won't be unable to go out before dark."
He also wanted to make the God of Marriage rich enough to hire more assistants so that he could quickly find himself a wife. He also wanted to enjoy a life of eating meat; if he couldn't eat fairy meat, even fairy bone fragments would do!
Sigh! His life is so bland now, he has no appetite.
"You're such a troublemaker," He Muchen complained.
But he still changed his clothes. The reason he cooperated with Wang Yong so well was that he wanted to go to the Temple of the Matchmaker and talk to the Matchmaker God to arrange a fierce wife for this big idiot, preferably one who would beat him so badly that he couldn't leave the house, so that he wouldn't cause headaches for others.
After changing their clothes, the two stood in front of Wang Yong and said in unison, "Actor Wang, are you satisfied with this look?"
Wang Yong nodded, stood up and said jokingly, "Well, as long as it's not the clothes you two were wearing when you were doing bad things inside, it's fine. Since we're going to pray to the gods, we should respect them."
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