He Muchen's face darkened, and he said coldly, "I can sleep on the sofa, but Rui Rui can sleep on the bed."
He Muchen didn't want his wife, whom he had just won over, to fly away before he could even hold her in his arms and sleep with her.
Zhou Rui and Song Anqi stared wide-eyed at He Muchen. Zhou Rui was genuinely surprised that He Muchen would say such a thing, and felt both warm and embarrassed.
Zhou Rui awkwardly stuffed the dumplings from his bowl into He Muchen's mouth.
“I think Song Anqi is right. It’s not good to keep bothering Mu Chen.”
Zhou Rui smiled awkwardly, thinking that with Song Anqi around, after all, they were in the same group and lived together, and Song might even like He Muchen. If he knew they were dating, it would definitely affect them.
He Muchen bit into the dumpling in his mouth unhappily. The dumpling, which should have been sweet, tasted bitter now.
"Yes, I also think my idea is good."
"When you go to the company tomorrow, I'll have Sister Hong give you a key to the apartment across the street," Song Anqi said with a smile.
Zhou Rui was stunned. It was the first time he had ever seen a smile on Song Anqi's face. It turned out that this person wasn't so cold when he smiled.
“Song Anqi, I think you should smile more. Actually, you look quite good when you smile.”
Zhou Rui ate dumplings while talking.
Sitting to the side, He Muchen angrily turned Zhou Rui's head to look at him, his face full of jealousy, and said:
“Look at me, I look better than him when I smile,” He Muchen said with a smile.
Zhou Rui smiled and said, "Indeed, your smile is better than his."
"You have to compare this too? Brother Chen, when did you become so fond of comparisons?"
"Didn't you used to refuse to compete in these kinds of things? You always told us to rely on our talent, didn't you?"
Song Anqi observed that since Zhou Rui appeared before them, He Muchen had changed, and Zhou Yuzhi had also changed.
“Talent is certainly important, but other aspects are also important.” He Muchen looked at Zhou Rui with a lecherous grin.
Song Anqi was speechless. The dumplings in his bowl didn't taste good anymore. He got up, picked up his bowl, and said, "You guys eat slowly. I'm going to sleep now."
He had originally planned to wait for Zhou Yuzhi to return, but now he didn't want to stay in the living room for even a moment longer.
"Aren't you going to eat them? There are still two left in the bowl," Zhou Rui said with a regretful expression.
With a cold face, Song Anqi handed the bowl to Zhou Rui and said in a cold voice:
"Do you want some? Here you go..."
Zhou Rui nodded without any sign of disgust, picked up his own bowl, and said, "Okay, put some in my bowl, I'll eat it..."
Song Anqi was just joking with Zhou Rui, but unexpectedly, Zhou Rui actually wanted the dumplings he hadn't finished eating.
He Muchen, who was standing to the side, was also surprised. Did his wife really love these dumplings that much? She would take the ones that others didn't eat and would keep some in the refrigerator later.
"What are you standing there for? It would be such a waste to throw it away if you didn't eat it."
Zhou Rui took a pair of chopsticks and transferred the dumplings from the other man's bowl to his own.
Just as Zhou Rui was about to pick up a dumpling to eat, He Muchen leaned in and ate the dumpling himself. He didn't want his wife to eat someone else's saliva.
It's fine for me to eat it, but my wife absolutely cannot.
Song Anqi couldn't bear to watch the two people being so intimate, so he left.
Once Song Anqi returned to his room, Zhou Rui finally breathed a sigh of relief and whispered to He Muchen:
"Honey, I feel like Song Anqi doesn't really like me."
"He always gives me the cold shoulder. What did I do to offend him?"
He Muchen smiled and said, "He's cold to everyone, not just you."
"Oh, really?" Zhou Rui asked, puzzled. He had a feeling that Song Anqi particularly disliked him.
He Muchen gently rubbed his confused head and said softly:
"Don't think about him anymore, let's quickly wash up and get some rest."
The reason why Zhou Rui and He Muchen don't use intimate nicknames for each other in front of Song Anqi is that Zhou Rui discussed it with He Muchen in the car. In public, they only call each other by their first names.
"Okay, I'll wash the dishes. You go back to your room to take a shower and rest," Zhou Rui said to He Muchen as he stood up.
"No, I want to shower with my wife," He Muchen said coquettishly, hugging his waist.
Zhou Rui's little ears turned completely red and burning hot from his teasing.
He Muchen continued to tease him, touching his ear and saying affectionately:
"Honey, I can use your little ears as hand warmers now."
Zhou Rui muttered under his breath, "It's all because of you flirting with me."
"I didn't! I just invited you to take a shower with me, I didn't say anything else."
"Honey, were you thinking about me again just now?"
While pinching his reddened little ears, He Muchen deliberately blew air into them.
What are you doing?
Zhou Yuzhi, who had just returned home exhausted, thought that seeing Xiao Rui Rui would make her feel better. But when she opened the door, she saw He Muchen intimately touching Zhou Rui's ear and looking at her with a mischievous grin.
Upon seeing Zhou Yuzhi, Zhou Rui pushed He Muchen aside and stood far away from him, stammering:
"His hands were cold, so he used my ears as a hand warmer."
Upon hearing Zhou Rui's explanation, Zhou Yuzhi smiled and walked to Zhou Rui's side, reaching out to touch Zhou Rui's reddened ears.
However, Zhou Rui took a step back to dodge it.
Zhou Yuzhi's hand hung awkwardly in mid-air. He approached Zhou Rui with a pitiful expression, pouting:
"Little Rui Rui, this isn't fair! You warmed Brother Chen's hands, but not mine."
"They just came back from outside, and their hands are cold. They need a hand warmer to warm them up."
Zhou Rui smiled awkwardly: "You guys keep chatting, I'll go wash the dishes first."
"Wash the dishes? What did you just eat?"
"Little Rui Rui, is there any more? I'm so hungry." Zhou Yuzhi shamelessly leaned close to Zhou Rui and spoke.
"What would you like to eat? There are some frozen dumplings in the fridge, would you like some? I'll go make some for you."
Zhou Yuzhi said with a happy face, "I'll eat whatever Xiao Rui Rui makes."
He Muchen, his face dark with anger, said coldly, "Zhou Yuzhi, don't you have hands?"
"If you want to eat something, can't you just get it yourself?"
Zhou Yuzhi pouted: "Brother Chen, I'm exhausted after a long day, can't I just have something ready-made for me?"
"Besides, it was because Xiao Rui Rui felt sorry for me that she wanted to make it for me to eat."
He Muchen's face turned even uglier upon hearing this.
Zhou Rui looked at He Muchen, whose face was pale, and whispered in his ear:
“Honey, I didn’t feel sorry for him. I was just being polite. I didn’t expect him to actually ask me to do it.”
"I'll cook him some dumplings first, otherwise he'll get hungry and it will affect your concert."
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