My CP must be sweet!

Chapter 5 Want to have children

Wenger couldn't help sighing: "Think with your brain, I just don't want others to arouse suspicion."

"Did I really forget?" Gong Ze was worried, "Then tell me, how did I propose to you?"

Wenger didn't answer this time, he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, and rubbed his red and hot ears under the blanket.

He would never say anything about proposing on the big bed in the hotel!

They slept too late the first day, and the two didn't wake up until the next afternoon.

The two woke up almost at the same time. Wenger was still not fully awake, and buried his face in Miyazawa's chest for a while.

"Are you out of schedule?" Wenger turned over and lay on Miyazawa's body, his pointed chin carelessly sweeping over his chest muscles.

Miyazawa patted his ass punishingly, and then answered him: "Well, the promotion of the movie is almost done, and there is a week's rest. You should be almost too busy, right?"

"Well, there is no rush for the album, and the announcements are all over."

Miyazawa raised his eyebrows: "I haven't seen you for more than half a month, and I can just take advantage of these few days to make up for what I left behind." While talking, he grabbed Wenger's buttocks vaguely.

Wenger slapped his hands off, got up and put on his clothes, and squinted at him: "Find some air yourself!"

Use one week to make up for half a month, and if I really promise, I won't even think about getting out of bed this week.

Miyazawa smiled, got up and squeezed into the bathroom.

After coming out of the bathroom, Miyazawa’s cell phone rang just in time, and it was called by his assistant. He answered a few words and thought of something before hanging up. He covered the phone’s microphone and asked Wenger, “What do you want to eat? come over."

"I want to eat what you cooked." Wenger looked at Miyazawa expectantly.

Miyazawa felt his heart itch, leaned over to kiss her, and then continued to talk to his assistant: "Go to the supermarket later and buy some vegetables, vegetables..."

Wenger listened to the dishes Miyazawa said were all his favorites, his heart warmed up, the corners of his mouth involuntarily raised, he hugged him from behind, tilted his head and kissed him on the cheek, and then went downstairs.

There are part-time workers who come to clean the house every week, so even if no one lives in it for nearly half a month, there is no dust.Wenger thought that the assistant would pick up the dog today, so he went to the warehouse to take out the kennel that the dog had used before.

So when Miyazawa went downstairs, he saw Wenger rolling up his sleeves and wiping the kennels and bowls, and felt a little disgusted.Seeing that he was almost wiped, he pulled him down on his lap, humming and asked him: "Do you like dogs or me?"

Wenger laughed, squeezed Miyazawa's mouth into a chick's mouth, leaned over and chirped before answering him: "How old are you, and you still ask such childish questions."

"I'm only seven years old, so I'm naive."

Miyazawa's birthday is very special, it is on February 2th, so it is not wrong for him to say that he is seven years old. After all, he has only had seven birthdays since he was born.

Wenger also reacted immediately, and the smile on his face deepened a bit, following his words: "That's terrible, it's a crime for me to fall in love with a minor."

Miyazawa kissed Wenger's lips, and said vaguely: "It's okay, I will tell the judge that I am voluntary..."

The last word has not been fully uttered clearly, it has already disappeared between the lips and teeth.

Wenger sat back on his lap, ran his hands through Miyazawa's black hair, lowered his head and kissed and bit Miyazawa like a game, a simple kiss became sticky in the end.

Compared with sex/love, the two prefer kissing, and the feeling of close lips and teeth gives them a sense of satisfaction.So usually at home, the two basically kiss once every few minutes, whether long or short, shallow or deep, and often just a small eye contact can trigger a long and gentle kiss.

It's the same today, the kiss between the two didn't end until the assistant rang the doorbell.

Miyazawa went to open the door, while Wenger stayed in the living room, arranging the messed up clothes.

Hearing the barking of the dog, Wenger was overjoyed, and hurried over, knelt on the ground and hugged the dog.

"Maltose, do you miss Dad?"

"Wang Wang!"

"So cute." Wenger rubbed the little golden retriever's head in satisfaction.

"Brother Wen." The assistant walked in with a pile of vegetables and saw Wenger greet him warmly.

Wenger nodded with a smile: "Dayong, I need you to take a trip on the day off, thank you for your hard work."

Gong Ze's assistant is named Sun Dayong. Although his name is a bit rough, he is thin and small, with delicate features and a little shy.

"It's okay, it's all I should do." The assistant put the dishes in the kitchen, then went back to the car and brought in the dog food and toys for the dogs.

After delivering everything, the assistant is ready to go back.Wenger wanted to keep him for dinner, but the assistant ran even faster, and the car disappeared in a flash.

Sun Dayong was not afraid of Wenger, but he still couldn't accept the fact that Gong Ze and Wenger were a couple after so long.

It wasn't long before he knew the news. He had been with Miyazawa for three years, but he only knew about it at the beginning of this year. The reason Miyazawa told him was because as an assistant, he needed to go to his house from time to time. He felt sorry for Wenger's hiding every time his assistant came over.

The little assistant couldn't remember the first reaction after knowing this incident, but since then he has been in a trance for a month, and it is conceivable how much impact this incident had on him.To this day, the little assistant often wonders if this is just a dream of his own. How can those two people who are said to want to stab each other to death as soon as they meet are a couple! ! !

This level of horror is comparable to that of an atom/atom/bomb!

And no matter how hard the little assistant couldn't believe it, the parties were indeed a couple, and they were still a loving and sticky couple for more than ten years.

Miyazawa was washing and chopping vegetables in front of the counter with his apron on. He was fluent in knife skills, skillful in technique, serious in expression, and pleasing to the eye with his tall figure.

Wenger was gnawing on a raw tomato, watching him busy, while the little golden retriever was playing in circles at their feet.

After eating a tomato, Wenger went to get the cucumber again. Seeing this, Miyazawa speeded up his hands and asked him, "Are you hungry? Do you want to cook a bowl of noodles for you first?"

"No need," Wenger shook his head, washed the cucumber and shook the water, "I'm either very hungry, or I just want something to eat."

"Wait a little longer, it will be fine soon."

"Yeah." Wenger nodded and fed a piece of cucumber.

Having not eaten for a whole day, Miyazawa didn't want Wenger to be hungry, so he cooked a few less dishes, and the two of them had to scrape together their first meal at home.

Wenger is not dissatisfied. In fact, as long as it is made by Miyazawa, he can eat it with gusto.

Wenger's culinary skills are recognized as devastating, which means that as long as he is allowed to enter the kitchen, he will not be able to get out unless the kitchen is dismantled, so he has been told by his parents since he was a child that he is not allowed to be alone into the kitchen.

So, after growing up and leaving home, he has been fed by Miyazawa to survive till now.In order to make him eat well, Miyazawa paid out of his own pocket to learn a few things from Michelin-starred chefs.This skill is more than enough to get a chef certificate, but no one knows this skill except Wenger, not even his assistants and managers.

After eating, it was already dark, the two of them changed their clothes, and took Maltose out the door.

Maltose had lived here for a few days before, and during that time Wenger would take him out for a walk every evening, so he still had a memory of the route, so he ran to the front without Wenger leading him.

Wen pulled the leash and walked slowly side by side with Miyazawa.The little golden retriever was jumping and dancing, very happy, and the bell around his neck was jingling non-stop.

Wenger also felt very happy, and bumped Miyazawa with his shoulder: "It's better to have more members in the family, the two of them are finally deserted."

Miyazawa was replying to the message just now, so he didn't understand Wenger's meaning for a while, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "Do you want a child?"

Wenger was speechless, and asked casually: "If I want a child, can you give me one?"

Miyazawa shrugged: "I don't have the ability, but if you really want it, we can go for surrogacy or adoption. It just so happens that our parents have been urging us to have a surrogate child recently."

"Huh? Why didn't I know?" Wenger was surprised.

"My parents know that you are busy and will not let you worry about such things. Anyway, you are their own. I was picked up from the garbage dump. They don't feel sorry for me whether I am tired or not. Just tell me these things. .”

Wenger smiled, seeing that there was no one else around, he shook Miyazawa's hand, and comforted him in a coaxing tone: "Okay, okay, parents don't love you, brother loves you, brother loves you."

"How do you love? You can't just talk, but don't act." Miyazawa smiled maliciously.

Wenger was already immune to his verbal teasing, so he automatically ignored his words and returned to the topic: "This is the member I'm talking about." respond.

Miyazawa raised his eyebrows, so he made a mistake?

Wenger continued to ask: "Do you want a child? If you want to, you can go to a surrogate? But we are so busy that we don't have time to take it, so we can only leave it to our parents."

"I don't want children! Multiple children mean multiple pets. I don't even want to raise this dog, let alone children. You belong to me alone, and no one can take you away." Gong Ze held onto Wen tightly. Grid's hand, a serious face.

In fact, Wenger doesn't like children very much. Ever since he was with Miyazawa, he has never thought about children, but now that he knows that the family is urging him, he is a little hesitant.

"What about parents?"

Gong Ze said nonchalantly: "Don't pay attention to them, they are just too busy. I have already reported them to the Antarctic tour group, and I probably won't be thinking about it by then."

"Just the two of them?"

"And your parents, isn't there an event at Ji Yu's school recently? I don't think my parents are busy, so I enrolled them too, and I happen to have company on the way."

Hearing that there are still his own parents, Wenger feels relieved, otherwise he is really worried about the two of Gong's parents.Every time he thinks of Gong's parents, he can't help feeling that it's not easy for Miyazawa to grow up healthy and healthy!