Chapter 3, Building 4P, BL Road, Area H

The three individuals began to take their luggage.

Yihang: "Apart from Xiaojun, I will not share a room with anyone else"

"That's fine," Mu Wenjun said calmly, "but as long as you are staying here, please be sure to adhere to the seven rules mentioned above. Furthermore..." He slowly stood up while supporting himself on the table, "It's already quite late today, and I am worried about you running around outside. You should stay here for now..." Before he could finish his sentence, Mu Wenjun suddenly felt a heavy dizziness in his head, and he fell backward as the world spun around him, too quickly to see the panicked expressions of the three people.

"How could you faint?" As A Sha unpacked his luggage, he reproached someone who had just woken up on the sofa. Catching a glimpse of the person's pale face and slightly moist eyes, he swallowed back the latter half of his sentence, "Aren't you a man?"

"That's great..." Mu Wenjun smiled softly, wrapped in her blanket, "You three are all here..."

Mu Wenjun squinted his eyes, "As long as we can ensure that the pot of grass does not die within a month... I mean, we can win five thousand yuan."

A loud bang! Another loud bang!

... ...

Seeing such a wooden Wenjun, Xiaofeng felt a bit irritated, but did not know whom to direct it at. So, she simply pulled over the quilt and crawled in, saying fiercely: "Speak!"

I am not accustomed to sharing a room with others, " Yi Hang said淡淡道.

C A-shao was defeated by the low blood pressure and the invincible morning grumpiness of Da Mo Wang Yi Hang, lying on the ground like a corpse

"Are you an idiot!" Xiao Feng was very surprised, sitting down beside him with a thud, her legs bumping against the heated table, increasingly perplexed by this person.

Xiao Feng did not anticipate such a reaction, and in an instant, was thrown into the trench of bullying the weak, momentarily at a loss for how to respond

Mu Wenjun: "No fighting allowed! Family rule number 6!"

The three of them were taken aback, and Yi Hang reacted the fastest, saying: "H District, BL Road, Building 4P."

Everyone climbed onto his bed

Xiao Feng first let out a laugh, though it was a sneer. He straightened up and sat up neatly, his wolf-like eyes coldly and sharply fixed on Mu Wenjun: "Family rules? Who do you think you are?"

Hearing his low voice, Yi Hang gently stroked his hair with a sense of compassion

Mu Wenjun painfully supported his forehead, surprised to find that the elevator did not stop on the eighth floor, but continued to ascend. ... Could it be that in his dazed state he forgot to press the button? ... ... Never mind, I can just ride it down later. ... Too lazy to investigate further, Mu Wenjun leaned against the elevator and continued to think about what happened last night

... ...

Fourth, prohibition of alcohol

Then Mu Wenjun turned around and opened the door to the house. The moment the warm light in the room illuminated, the evening breeze, carrying the fragrance of unknown small flowers from the residential greenbelt, gently lifted Mu Wenjun's hair... revealing a pair of beautiful, tender eyes that were captivatingly gentle. That night, the three boys standing silently beside him were almost simultaneously touched by an emotion called home.

Go away! I am not living here anymore

Estimating that the discussion had nearly concluded, Mu Wenjun opened the car door and called the three individuals out. After paying and sending off the taxi, he suddenly turned around and asked: "Where is this?"

Sofa

After offering an apology and paying a substantial compensation, Mu Wenjun still had to deal with the inquiries of three dead children: A Shao: "What are those chattering women talking about? What does 'little top' and 'little bottom' mean?"

Mu Wenjun walked to the center of the circular sofa, where there was no coffee table, but instead a Japanese kotatsu. There were no fruits on it, only a laptop and a large stack of English dictionaries scattered about. He sat down next to the kotatsu and said solemnly: "Now, I will announce the family rules"

Unexpectedly, Mu Wenjun did not lose her temper; instead, she looked over with a somewhat aggrieved and hurt expression, her eyes resembling those of a small animal, gently peering through her fine strands of hair

Seeing Mu Wenjun like this, Yi Hang felt a stir in his heart. He slid down from the sofa, propped himself up with his fair and slender hand, and sat down beside Mu Wenjun by the kotatsu, gently saying: "Since we are staying in your place, we must of course follow the rules. What are they?"

Thus, after a series of toilsome efforts until the late hours of the night, everyone fell asleep in a state of confusion

The alarm clock was destroyed by A Shao, leaving no trace behind

A Shao reclined on the sofa, closing his eyes as he began to prepare for sleep

Everyone's gaze towards the pot of grass became noticeably more fervent

Mu Wenjun woke up and discovered

Xiaofeng: "What does those dead bitches mean? How do I resemble a submissive? I have always been the one who takes the initiative!"

The three individuals clearly have questions regarding the last point

A Shao: "Old K! Hmph~"

I have a question. "Yihang looked over lightly and said, 'You mentioned that there is only one bedroom here, which is yours. So where do you plan for us to sleep?'"

Are you cheating at gambling?! Who suggested drawing cards?! This guy has been a gambling god since childhood, it's unfair! "Willing to bet, willing to lose." "Stop rambling!" "You're cheating!" "Rule number six of the family!" % ... ... % * ? 〉ー

Before you arrived, the company had just secured a significant deal, and we were also in the midst of moving. I was worried that I wouldn't have everything in order by the time you came, so... it seems I haven't slept for three or four days...

Mu Wenjun straightened his back and smiled

A head with two large ones

A Shao looked dissatisfied at the length of his leg that had grown: "The sofa is not long enough"

Mu Wenjun gently touched the long-haired carpet on the floor, glancing at the several long legs propped up on the sofa, and made a rather unkind decision

Ah?

Thus

"The sofa is too short, I can't lie down on it," A Shao protested expressionlessly

Thus, no one mentioned the matter of leaving anymore

Mu Wenjun's apartment is actually not large, consisting of a standard one bathroom, one living room, and one bedroom, along with a small kitchen. The decor is particularly simple, yet comfortable. As soon as the three young men entered, they almost immediately relaxed unconsciously, sprawling out on the sofa in various positions, no longer moving.

Sixth, fighting is prohibited

In this manner, Mu Wenjun endured a splitting headache as she bought breakfast and hurried to the company. She stepped into the elevator, which now stopped at the most inappropriate floor and opened at the most untimely moment... Outside the elevator stood a man whom Mu Wenjun least wanted to see at that moment...

Then sleep on the ground

Very well. Mu Wenjun set down the luggage, took out three keys from his pocket, and handed one to each of them. He lowered his head and slowly said: "You all remember this address. No matter whether you live here in the future or not, and regardless of whether you experience a breakup or get into trouble outside, when you feel depressed and have nowhere to vent your feelings and want to find a place to go, just take a taxi and give this door number."

One Flight: "Ace of Spades"

No

After a while, the boy with long arms and legs on the sofa hummed, "I am listening."

The back seat was crammed with three burly young men who were glaring at each other, making it quite full. Occasionally, during the bumps of the ride, collisions would lead to verbal disputes, and those disputes would escalate into physical confrontations. By the time they reached their destination, the three had exchanged a flurry of moves in the darkness. One was a seasoned fighter, another was a hidden expert, and the last was extremely ruthless. The confined space of the car resulted in a stalemate, with each of them feeling both resentment and a degree of mutual admiration.

Mu Wenjun: "Draw a card, the one with the highest wins"

Xiao Feng: "I am A! Hmph hmph hmph ~ ~ ~"

H District, BL Road, Building 4P. With a brief instruction to the driver, Mu Wenjun sat in the passenger seat, clutching her purse, feeling a bit distressed.

As she entered the office building, Mu Wenjun's complexion was not very good. The receptionist noticed this and inquired with concern. Mu Wenjun politely thanked her and staggered into the elevator, pressed the button for the 8th floor, and began to rest her eyes.

Of course, I am tired

Secondly, there is only one bedroom here, which is mine, and everything inside it is sacred and inviolable. When I am inside, I am also sacred and inviolable

Seventh, everyone takes turns watering the pot of grass on the balcony

"Xiao Jun, have you taken the wrong floor again?" The man slowly, with a sense of pride, revealed a mysterious and inscrutable smile, then gracefully walked in. His tall figure cornered Mu Wenjun in the elevator, leaning down to look at him, and said: "You don't look well. Should I escort you down or... would you prefer to rest in my office?"

Having slept for less than three hours, when the alarm rang, Mu Wenjun, exhausted and mentally drained, did not respond

Mu Wenjun remained silent, continuing to look at the other two with a sense of sorrow.

Then sleep on the balcony

When she woke up, Mu Wenjun's eyelashes fluttered, and the warm light gradually seeped into her pupils. People were walking back and forth around her, and she was wrapped in a thick blanket, feeling very comfortable. ... Mu Wenjun suddenly thought that perhaps taking in these three children wouldn't be so bad; the home felt very lively.

I want to sleep in bed

The three individuals simultaneously realized that the previously pitiful Mu Wenjun had vanished, and now sitting before them was evidently a bus ticket seller with a cold demeanor and a bad temper, still amidst the peak hour crowd

Yihang sat up, leaning against the sofa, resembling a spectator watching a fierce confrontation between the two individuals.

But ... ... this is my home

Dining with three handsome men is quite impressive, but when two of them have unmistakable signs of a fight and one is obviously disheveled with faint kiss marks, the situation becomes rather complicated

Are you joking? Xiao Feng's eyes narrowed dangerously

However, the issue of sleeping arrangements remains significant, as there are only two sofas. Therefore, the final concession made by Mu Wenjun is that, before the new sofa is purchased, the three of them should choose one to share the double bed in the bedroom with him.

... ...

From the moment the four took their seats to the point where Xiao Feng flipped the table and left, followed by A Shao getting into a scuffle with Xiao Feng over the ruined food, the surrounding noise of discussions about "little top, little bottom, little bottom, little top" never ceased... and it reached a climax when A Shao and Xiao Feng had a brief physical contact

D Xiaofeng enjoys sleeping naked

First, no shoes are allowed inside, as the most valuable item in this room is the carpet. Violators will be executed on the spot

Thirdly, smoking is prohibited

... ...

Yihang: "Xiao Jun, which one do you prefer?"

In an instant, the small living room was warm and cozy

Mu Wenjun remained silent, continuing to gaze mournfully at the last person.

Fifth, abstain from sexual relations with partners

Thus

Last night, I took three troublemakers out for a pizza, and soon, Mu Wenjun realized that it was a wrong decision