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Early the next morning, Qian Shucheng went downstairs and saw Murong Ling sitting at the dining table reading a newspaper, apparently waiting for him to eat.Pulling out the chair and sitting down with a suppressed smile on his face, Murong Ling wanted to beat him up, but his good tutor told him not to act impulsively.

After Qian Shucheng went out last night, Murong Ling stood with his back against the door for a long time, and pretended to be calm when the strange heat on his face subsided before sitting back on the sofa again, picked up the wine bottle that Qian Shucheng had put on the ground, and thought Pour yourself another glass, and when the liquid was about to flow out at an inclined angle, Murong Ling put the bottle down again.

In fact, the wine that has not been awakened is really not good. It is astringent and has no fragrance. Kong has a beautiful packaging and a nice name.Therefore, red wine is always served well before being drunk, and then its deep maturity and suppleness can be released. Once the process is not proper, the bottle of wine will be ruined.

Red wine... By the way, the red wine was not cleared away yesterday.

"Sir, did you drink last night?"

Butler Chen's voice sounded at the right time, Murong Ling held his forehead inwardly, and let out a calm 'hmm' on his face.

"Sir, Dr. Shen said..."

"I know." Murong Ling interrupted Steward Chen, put the newspaper aside, and slowly ate the breakfast prepared in advance.

Butler Chen shook his head and said nothing.

The bottle in Steward Chen's hand was known to Qian Shucheng, it was the one last night, judging by the state of that bottle of wine, Murong Ling should have never drank it after he left, so he didn't drink much in total, his body has already arrived Can't touch alcohol anymore?

Murong Ling seems to be smoking...

Qian Shucheng looked at the person who was cutting the bread: "What's wrong with your body?"

Murong Ling paused with the knife and fork in his hand, then put it down: "Are you going to change your major?"

Qian Shucheng was taken aback: "What?"

Murong Ling: "Are you going to be a doctor or a reporter? A university you like told me."

Only then did Qian Shucheng realize that he was gossiping?Is he gossip?This is called caring!

"Why do you keep pushing me out?"

Murong Ling picked up the knife and fork again, not intending to reply to his words at all.

Qian Shucheng shrugged, not wanting to argue with this person, he took a deep-fried dough stick from the basket in front of him and gnawed on it.

After the meal, Murong Ling really had nothing to do as he said. He was at home leisurely watching TV, reading books, and didn't even make a phone call.

"Brother, are you going to retire?" Qian Shucheng couldn't help asking when Murong Ling set up a watering can to water the pots of lush green radishes in front of the window.

"Then I should also find a wife, sir, a successor before retiring?"

Murong Ling kept moving, the thin stream of water sprayed on the green leaves and rolled down along the veins of the leaves. The warm sunlight in winter shone in through the huge glass windows and shone on the body of the flower waterer, staining his eyes. Golden yellow, forming a peaceful picture of time.

Qian Shucheng was unable to move his eyes away for a moment, but it didn't delay him from opening his mouth: "Wife is not as good as me, brother, do you really not think about me?"

Murong Ling's ability to adapt is really very strong. After being molested once the night before, his immune system was immediately developed, and he replied without reddening, "You want to give birth to an heir for me?"

Qian Shucheng smiled lowly: "Then let your medical team quickly study how to make men pregnant."

Murong Ling's eyes flashed coldly, but his laughter was gentle: "Did you forget what I told you last time?"

The foolish look that Qian Shucheng put on just disappeared in an instant: "I haven't forgotten, I will prove it myself. In any case, at least there is no evidence now, and..."

What else, he didn't say, and Murong Ling didn't ask.

Murong Ling put down the kettle, but there wasn't much water in it at all. Steward Chen was probably afraid that he would water all these flowers and plants to death. Let's not talk about whether they are worth money or not. These are Steward Chen's treasures.

He walked back to the sofa and sat down, his formal appearance made Qian Shucheng murmur in his heart.

Murong Ling: "Do you still want to use those private detectives?"

Qian Shucheng: "You want to ask if I still want to continue playing the game?"

Murong Ling smiled.

Qian Shucheng: "If you don't look for them, you won't be able to find out about those parallel importers."

Murong Ling suddenly felt dumbfounded: "Why are you hiding it from me, maybe I can still help you."

Qian Shucheng: "You? Forget it, I'm afraid you'll turn everything into evidence pointing to you."

Murong Ling was a little lost in thought, even though he was looking at Qian Shucheng, it felt like he was looking at a place far away: "So trust me?"

"Believe it." Qian Shucheng's face was firm, but his heart trembled. He felt guilty.If he really believed so much last time, he would be irritated and treat him like this?

However, Murong Ling seemed to have lost his memory, forgetting the unpleasant things that happened last time.He withdrew his gaze and smiled lowly, "Then you should check it out, remember to keep it from me, I will make trouble if I find out."

Keep it from me, if you can hide it from me, you can hide it from those old foxes.If you can't even hide it from me, it's better for you to continue living like this without knowing anything.

Qian Shucheng rolled his eyes, and said again, "Then consider giving me a chance to chase you?"

Murong Ling squinted at him: "Didn't you let me retire? Our family is just me now. How can I retire if I don't find a wife to give birth to an heir? Or, you inherit?"

Qian Shucheng was silent for a few seconds, then shouted: "Brother, you are taking advantage of me!"

Murong Ling laughed 'hahaha', his slender eyes were bent into a beautiful arc, and there was still a sparkle in them.

Qian Shucheng: It's so pretty, if it's really not him... Maybe...

Qian Shucheng really didn't know how to get along with this person in front of him, the only way he could think of now was to be so shameless and sloppy, so as to ignore the unclear relationship between the two of them.

Qian Shucheng was like this, and Murong Ling followed suit with the same attitude, and the two of them tacitly kept the unhappiness of that day at the bottom of the box.

Murong Ling picked up the oranges on the table and peeled them slowly, then handed them to Qian Shucheng: "I'm going out for a few days."

Qian Shucheng unceremoniously took it over and unceremoniously broke off a petal and threw it into his mouth: "Um...where are you going? When are you leaving?"

Murong Ling automatically ignored the first question, and said, "In a few days, I'll wait for you to start school."

Qian Shucheng didn't ask, after all, Murong Ling had a lot of things to do, and Qian Shucheng thought it was strange that he was so free at home these days.

"This orange is much sweeter than the one I bought in the supermarket. Where did you buy it? What kind? I'll buy some later."

Murong Ling looked at his freshly peeled oranges, raised his hand and handed them to Qian Shucheng: "Auntie Chen will pack some for you when you leave."

Qian Shucheng took the oranges, and said with confusion and resentment: "What? Now that you buy an orange, you still get a class? Can you be more friendly to ordinary people like us?"

Murong Ling smiled, and simply stopped eating by himself, and kept peeling Qian Shucheng.

Qian Shucheng stared at the oranges in his hand, and then looked at Murong Ling: "Well, the secret of the oranges, right? I don't ask. I'll ask Aunt Chen to bring me some more, a few boxes."

Murong Ling: "If you can take it, you can take as much as you want."

Qian Shucheng: "You don't have an orange orchard, do you?"

Murong Ling: "..."

New Year's Day was only three days off, and Qian Shucheng spent three days idle in Murong's residence without even leaving the house. When he finally had to leave that day to pack his things, he felt a little bit reluctant.

Alas, it would be nice if such a comfortable life could last forever.

Holding the bag in the lobby, Qian Shucheng's eyes almost dropped when he saw that Butler Chen had really prepared a big box of oranges. Regardless of the size of the box, the box containing the oranges was not 'advanced' at all, it was just a The plastic hollowed-out box on the rotten street.With such a packaged orange, Murong Ling kept silent?

Qian Shucheng looked at the box and looked at Housekeeper Chen: "Aunt Chen, don't need so much, save some for Brother Ling."

Housekeeper Chen said with a smile: "Mr. specially ordered you to bring a box. After eating, I will call and deliver it to you. I am afraid that you will put too much and it will be damaged."

Qian Shucheng swallowed: "Is this a wholesale warehouse in the market?"

Butler Chen: "It's either wholesale at the market, or the place to buy it is a little far away. I think Mr. is afraid that it will be too troublesome for you to buy it, and he is too embarrassed to ask him for it, so he didn't tell you."

Qian Shucheng scratched his head, how did Steward Chen know that Murong Ling didn't tell him where the oranges were sold? Murong Ling is not a gossiper.

"Where's Brother Ling?"

Butler Chen: "Sir, I have something to deal with, let me tell you, let the driver take you back after we have lunch together."

Qian Shucheng: "Okay, thank you, Aunt Chen."

Butler Chen: "You are welcome."

Qian Shucheng was sitting on the sofa idly playing with his mobile phone, and accidentally caught a glimpse of this suitcase next to the armrest of the sofa. He remembered what Murong Ling said a few days ago that he would go out for a few days.

Murong Ling is leaving today?

There was a voice from the stairs behind him, it was obvious that Murong Ling had finished his affairs and came down.

Qian Shucheng turned around and lay down on the back of the sofa: "Brother, are you leaving today?"

Murong Ling glanced at the suitcase and nodded to Qian Shucheng.

Qian Shucheng blinked and said, "Brother, can I come over for the winter vacation in a few days?"

Murong Ling really didn't understand, Qian Shucheng was not a clingy person, let alone a suspect like him.Then, he made an extremely childish action.He pressed his right hand to Qian Shucheng's forehead, and his left hand to his own forehead, and after a while he said doubtfully, "It's not burning."

Qian Shucheng was taken aback for a moment, then grabbed Murong Ling's wrist, and laughed loudly: "Brother Ling, why are you so cute?"

Murong Ling pursed her lips, and pulled back her right hand that was being held tightly, but the hand that was holding him became tighter and tighter.

Qian Shucheng looked at Murong Ling's gauze-wrapped wrist, there was no blood stains, even though he squeezed it so hard, Murong Ling's expression didn't look like he had touched a wound. wearing gauze.At the Meng family banquet, Zhang Ming said that Murong Ling's right hand was destroyed by himself.

"Brother, what's wrong with your wrist."

Murong Ling didn't answer, not even the smile that was often used to block him, but with a blank face, he withdrew his hand more and more vigorously.Qian Shucheng stared at Murong Ling for a minute, then stopped.

Murong Ling: "Eat."

The two cold words made Qian Shucheng's brows furrow deeper and deeper.

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