Sweet Mommy, Go!

0Last night's hangover had given Muxiangwan a headache, to the point where the sunlight shined deeply on her body, yet she still did not show any signs of waking up.     1

    

Although he said that he didn't care and repeatedly reminded himself to put it down, he still tossed and turned during the countless nights he slept.    

    

It was like the story of the Himalayan monkey.    

    

There was an old man who had learned the art of turning stone into gold and had paid an expensive tuition fee to teach the spell to the entire village.    

    

However, there was one thing about this spell. When you were chanting, you should never think of being a Himalayan monkey. Otherwise, the spell would be ineffective.    

    

The villagers confidently expressed that they knew.    

    

However, many years later, not a single person in the village was able to successfully cast a spell. Because they always think of the Himalayan monkeys when they chant.    

    

But no one could blame that old man. It was all his fault. He could only blame himself.    

    

Muxiangwan was the same as well.    

    

The more he told himself not to think about it, the more he couldn't help but remember. One couldn't blame others but oneself.    

    

Finally, Muxiangwan stretched and turned, wanting to hug Guchenzhe, but he found nothing.    

    

He lazily opened his eyes and realized that the person beside him had long since disappeared. The remaining warmth on the bed could also be the light of the sun. He raised his head and looked at the time. It was already past ten o'clock.    

    

Just like that, Muxiangwan hugged the spot where Guchenzhe had slept and lied for another ten minutes before waking up.    

    

Once they left the room, the Muxiangwan smelled a sweet fragrance.    

    

Inside the dining hall, Guchenzhe who was wearing a navy blue housedress was still busy.    

    

This warm scene made Muxiangwan have the urge to slap his fist on the table.    

    

Guchenzhe, who had always been noble to the point of not stepping foot into the kitchen, was actually washing his hands and making himself a broth.    

    

However, the Guchenzhe turned around and broke his fantasy, "If you don't wake up, I'm going to call the funeral home."    

    

He mocked himself for being too lazy to sleep at all. Muxiangwan raised his eyebrows, not wanting to be outdone, "I just slept lazily. There's no need for you to think of committing suicide, right?"    

    

He sat down and took a bite of his fried sandwich. The taste was actually quite good.    

    

"How's the taste?" Guchenzhe did not continue Muxiangwan's words. Instead, he put down the things he was busy with and sat down. His eyes were still filled with anticipation … Nervous.    

    

"Delicious." The Muxiangwan nodded. Seeing Guchenzhe's expression, a strange idea suddenly appeared in his mind.    

    

Not only was the sandwich delicious, but the temperature was just right. Putting aside the fact that he had no experience in cooking for the first time, no matter how good he was, he wasn't sure when he would wake up.    

    

And … The Muxiangwan believed in talent, but did not believe that a Guchenzhe who lived like a prince would have the talent to cook.    

    

Thinking of something, the Muxiangwan's lips curled up into a sly smile. He stood up and walked towards the kitchen, "I'll go get a glass of fruit juice to drink."    

    

"I've poured your milk." As expected, Guchenzhe stopped her.    

    

Muxiangwan stood up, "But I just want to drink the juice."    

    

"Drinking juice in the morning is bad for the stomach." Guchenzhe stood up and pushed Muxiangwan onto a chair, "Drink again later, be good."    

    

"In such a hurry to stop me from going to the kitchen." Muxiangwan looked at Guchenzhe, "You can't be hiding a beautiful girl in the kitchen, right?"    

    

"Nonsense." Guchenzhe glared at Muxiangwan for a total of ten thousand times, "You are not allowed to drink fruit juice and eat."    

    

After saying that, he ran back into the kitchen.    

    

The Muxiangwan followed behind him quietly and saw the mess.    

    

Who knew how many fried and unshaven sandwiches he had on the kitchen counter. So it turned out to be a busy morning before he succeeded.    

    

"Hahahaha." Although Muxiangwan was touched, he still couldn't help but laugh out loud.    

    

Guchenzhe had a cold expression on his face. He turned around and tried to block the mess behind him, but realized that it was already too late.    

    

In front of outsiders, Guchenzhe was always aloof and aloof, even going near to him would make him feel cold twice. But in front of him, Guchenzhe had an aura of smoke and fire. He also wanted to maintain a perfect image in front of his lover, to hide his failures.    

    

If it wasn't for Muxiangwan bragging, she swore that even Guchenzhe's mother would not necessarily have seen such a scene.    

    

Thinking of this, the Muxiangwan smiled again.    

    

"Don't laugh." Guchenzhe was a little upset.    

    

Muxiangwan suddenly walked over, and tiptoed to kiss Guchenzhe on her lips, "Guchenzhe, you are so nice."    

    

Guchenzhe blankly stood there, and for a moment, he didn't know what to do.    

    

Muxiangwan smiled and pushed Guchenzhe out of the kitchen. "Alright, Young Master Gu.    

    

Guchenzhe turned his head unhappily, "I can do it."    

    

It was like a child trying to explain to its mother that I didn't only know how to play with toys.    

    

Muxiangwan heard the sound of footsteps that sounded like he was walking to a restaurant. As he tidied up the mess, he muttered, "It's better if you don't do such things in the future. You've wasted at least a week of my breakfast."    

    

"Oh." Guchenzhe obediently complied.    

    

After that there was no sound, Muxiangwan focused on cleaning the kitchen and did not notice Guchenzhe's silence.    

    

After two whole minutes, Guchenzhe finally said, "Don't drink like that anymore in the future."    

    

"Got it, wasn't it a special case yesterday?" Muxiangwan casually agreed.    

    

"Forget it, it's best if you don't drink alcohol without me by your side in the future." Guchenzhe suddenly changed his mind.    

    

The Muxiangwan quickly cleaned up the kitchen, washed his hands, then sat opposite of the Guchenzhe, "You want my company to go bankrupt? You can't stay with me every minute. "    

    

"You don't need to open a company, I can help you manage it." Guchenzhe was stubborn. Actually, if possible, he was willing to accompany Muxiangwan every second.    

    

The Muxiangwan said, "You know that I never thought of relying on you for anything, and even more so, I don't want to drag you down with me.    

    

Guchenzhe pursed her lips but did not say a word.    

    

Muxiangwan pointed to his heart, "Here." Then he drew back his chair. "The farther away from here," he said.    

    

The words that the Muxiangwan did not say was that no one was a child anymore. Even if they had to abandon all family factors and wealth factors, those who were too far apart would not be able to reach the end together.    

    

Perhaps the so-called need to be right was just to find a grand excuse for their separation. The two people who really love each other don't let go of anything. Perhaps neither of them was very serious, or perhaps they only had one person's love for them.    

    

Although Muxiangwan did not say anything, she saw a lot of things.    

    

That determination to persevere and be stubborn, that determination to be with him, to do anything.    

    

"Alright." In the end, Guchenzhe was the one who let out a sigh of relief, "Then promise me you won't get drunk."    

    

"Alright." Of course she agreed quickly to this question. Even without Guchenzhe's instructions, she wouldn't be so stupid as to get drunk with others.