Wen Xiaohui froze for a while before slowly covering his chest. The abnormal tremor of his heart aroused his instinctive fear, so that his body trembled.

He had a suspicion, that was, he had never thought of before, that was - could he and Luo Yi really keep going?

When Luo Yi came out of the bathroom, Wen Xiaohui pretended to be asleep.

Luo Yi got on the bed, got into the quilt, hugged him from behind, his broad chest pressed against Wen Xiaohui's back, and a warm kiss fell on his neck.

Wen Xiaohui didn't move. For some reason, Luo Yi's approach made him a little nervous.

Monster... Monster...

He repeatedly thought about the word he was describing Luo Yi.

Will this warm embrace of him really be a monster?

Wen Xiaohui didn't go home for a week. He knew his mother hadn't calmed down yet, but he felt that it was not a solution to continue the cold war. They were mother and son, not a few years old. Besides, if this matter was not resolved, the atmosphere between him and Luo Yi was also a little depressed, which made him feel very depressed.

After work that day, he rushed home, intending to bite the bullet and apologize. He was still on the bus, and he received a call from Yan.

"Hey, Uncle Yan?"

"Xiaohui." ian's tone was a little anxious, "Where are you now? Something happened at home."

Wen Xiaohui's heart tightened: "What's wrong, what's wrong with my mother!"

"No, Yuehua is fine. Calm down, but your house is on fire."

Wen Xiaohui was stunned: "What, what? Fire?"

Ian sighed: "This house is so unfortunate. Come back, Yuehua needs your comfort."

Wen Xiaohui jumped off the bus when he arrived at the station, took the bus and rushed home.

Before he got home, he had already seen the thick smoke coming out of his community from afar, which was particularly conspicuous in the darkness.

The taxi driver said "hey": "Who is so unlucky? It's on fire."

Wen Xiaohui was in a bad mood and didn't say a word...

After getting out of the car, he ran into the community. Sure enough, he saw that the windows of his house were burning black. The fire seemed to have been extinguished. The rolling black smoke was still rushing out. The unit building was surrounded by people.

Wen Xiaohui pushed away the crowd and saw Yan and his mother at first sight. He rushed over: "Mom!"

Feng Yuehua was wearing pajamas and slippers, with tears in her eyes.

Seeing that his mother was indeed unscathed, Wen Xiaohui finally fell into a heart: "Mom, what's going on?"

Feng Yuehua took a deep breath and said viciously: "I came to a sales insurance agent, as if I was deliberately looking for trouble. I started arguing with him. After the argument, I went home and saw that the door was locked by me. I clearly remembered that I didn't lock the door... I was still cooking in the room, but before the unlocker came, the room caught fire."

Wen Xiaohui sighed. He knew that his fucking temper was already quite popular. If he met a mean person, he would never give up.

ian said: "Maybe the fate between this house and you has ended. First, it was thieves and then a fire. You are not suitable for living here."

Feng Yuehua said sadly: "Is the house I have lived in for more than 20 years? Is it really the fate that ends?"

Wen Xiaohui said: "It's good that the person is fine. What about the salesperson? I'll beat him to death first."

"I've run away long ago." Feng Yuehua looked resentful.

"Damn..." Wen Xiaohui was in a state of great depression. He looked at the house where he grew up burning with smoke, and he felt that his childhood was buried. There was actually nothing valuable at home, but there were memories of his father's life and traces of his growth. He felt so uncomfortable that he wanted to cry.

The fire was not big and was quickly put out. After confirming that there was no danger, they went upstairs and took a look. The fire did burn from the kitchen. Due to the dry weather, there were many messes in the house and spread quickly. The whole house was in a mess and could not be occupied at all.

Ian comforted them: "If you don't dislike me, you can live in my place first."

Feng Yuehua did not agree immediately: "Let me discuss Xiaohui and I."

Wen Xiaohui returned to his room and cleaned it up a little. His room was not damaged very seriously, but many paper products and clothes were burned. The textbooks he once thought were ragged and occupied space, but he still felt uncomfortable when he saw them turning into real rags.

The house became like this, and no one was in the mood to clean up now. This was different from the thief that time. The thief was just upset and just returned to his original position. But this time, many things were completely destroyed. The house was so dirty that it felt uncomfortable even when he stayed.

Luo Rui, who rushed over after hearing the news, took the mother and son back to his house.

Feng Yuehua discussed with Wen Xiaohui. She felt that she and I were not married yet, and it was not suitable to live together now, so she did not plan to live there.

Wen Xiaohui took the opportunity to say, "Mom, the house and furniture and soft furnishings over there are all finished, so why not move in here."

"I won't go." Feng Yuehua turned his head, "I'll go to your Aunt Wang's house to stay for a month, and then move back after the house is renovated."

"Aunt Wang's daughter is in confinement, why are you going to cause trouble?"

Feng Yuehua pursed her lips and looked stubborn.

Wen Xiaohui held her hand: "Mom, don't get angry at this time. Let's live for a month and wait for the house to be renovated before going back. This month, it's not suitable for you to bother anyone. Staying in a hotel is so expensive. If you have a ready-made place to live, why do you have to?"

Feng Yuehua glared at him: "Do you think I'm getting angry? Xiaohui, do you understand my concerns? Are you not interested? Are you not afraid of danger at all?"

Wen Xiaohui said with difficulty: "Mom, my sister is very rich, very rich. A house plus three million is nothing. What reason does that person have to cause trouble for us? I know you don't want to get involved with him, and I don't want to. As long as we don't mess with him, wouldn't we do it."

"Where is Luo Yi? You are not afraid at all when you are so close to him?"

Wen Xiaohui's heart trembled: "I think Luo Yi is very good." After saying this, he actually felt a little guilty, which scared him. Why, why did he feel guilty?

"You don't believe what I say at all, do you?" Feng Yuehua asked gritted her teeth.

"No, mom, I believe you, but Luo Yi will not hurt me. He treats me well and treats me as a relative. Think about it, he did such a thing at such a young age. It must be that person who did something, otherwise as for an eight-year-old child who had that kind of thought, he is not a monster or a devil, and he will not treat us that way."

Feng Yuehua lowered her head, sighed for a while, "Yaya said that the person often hit her, sometimes in front of the child."

In fact, Wen Xiaohui could guess or actually hear it, but he felt a little heartbroken for Luo Yi.

"Mom, Luo Yi is also a victim. Don't be prejudiced to him because of that incident. First, he was still young at that time and might really not understand what he was doing. Second, he was very nice to me. He would never hurt me. You don't have to be afraid of him."

Feng Yuehua shook his head: "But he is always that person's son."

"Mom, he is also Yaya's son. In name, he is still my nephew. Do you want to meet him? I promise that when you see him, you will like him. He is smart and handsome, and very good at taking care of others."

Feng Yuehua was silent for a while, and suddenly a light of inspiration appeared in his mind, and he suddenly stared at Wen Xiaohui: "Are you in love with him?"

Wen Xiaohui's expression stopped and nodded awkwardly.

"You!" Feng Yuehua raised her hand and wanted to slap him, but the slap didn't take it any longer. She covered her face with both hands and looked very tired.

Wen Xiaohui also felt his face hot, just like what he said, Luo Yi was his nominal nephew. Even if he was not related by blood, he didn't sound very nice. He felt very uncomfortable. From childhood to adulthood, even when he was mocked by his mother's behavior, he found that he was homosexual and when he was too poor in his studies and wanted to go to college, his mother never disappointed him. Instead, he supported him to do what he wanted to do. But now, he seemed to have used up his mother's disappointment with him for the rest of his life in a few days.

Feng Yuehua drove him out of the room. He gently closed the door. Seeing Luo Rui holding milk, he looked at him anxiously. When he saw him coming out, he asked, "Auntie, are you okay?"

Wen Xiaohui shook his head. Luo Rui handed him the milk: "You are also...hey, but at least you are fine, just treat it as losing money and eliminating disasters."

Wen Xiaohui tilted his head on him and whispered: "Beibi, I'm so tired."

Luo Rui stroked his back with heartache: "I know."

"Why is it troublesome to be clean every few days?"

"Isn't life like this?"

"But you don't have these worries. Humph, it must be because you have money."

Luo Rui chuckled: "I'm still poor."

Wen Xiaohui hugged him and murmured: "I think my life has started to go ups and downs since I met Luo Yi."

"But after you met him, you also gained a lot of happiness."

"Yes." Wen Xiaohui thought of Luo Yi, and his heart felt bitter and sweet.

"Don't bother with the house. Before the renovation is completed, you and your aunt will live in my house first."

"No, my mom is actually most afraid of bothering others."

"I'm not someone else. I'm her godson. When I was a child, my parents were not at home. I went to your house to eat and sleep in your bed. What's the big deal about living here for a month?" Luo Rui said with a smile.

Wen Xiaohui felt warm in his heart: "I'll ask her, she really doesn't want to live in that house."

"No need to go, I'm just here to accompany me." Luo Rui sighed softly, "I'm really lonely after staying alone for a long time."

Wen Xiaohui and the studio took three days off and hired workers to clean the room. They packed all the useful things and took advantage of this opportunity to renovate the entire house. Since he was fucking unwilling to move, then let’s improve the environment here.

After Luo Yi knew that his house was on fire, he comforted him and said that he would transfer the house to his mother as soon as possible to make his mother feel at ease.

On the last day of the holiday, he and his mother went to decorate. Hard decorations were much more tiring than soft decorations, and they were not as sweet as newlywed couples when he and Luo Yi visited the home market.

After booking the bathroom, they made an appointment with the tiles to measure the size, so they rushed home again. When they entered the door, they were stunned. A wall in his master bedroom was actually smashed.

"What's going on!" Wen Xiaohui shouted, "Who asked you to smash this wall!"

"What Mr. Li said." The worker started yelling.

"Who is Mr. Li?" Feng Yuehua asked.

"Didn't it sent by the company?" Several workers started talking, but no one knew this Li Gong.

Wen Xiaohui was so angry that he called the decoration company to curse people. The decoration company was inexplicably aware of it and called the Zhang Gong who was in charge. Zhang Gong hadn't come yet today.

After walking around, no one knew what was going on. In short, the wall they had no intention of moving was smashed.
Chapter completed!