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Murong Ling helplessly put the unread document on the bedside and said with a sigh: "If you are afraid that the last person who has anything to do with you will disappear, don't worry, I won't, at least Not yet."

Qian Shucheng: "What do you mean temporarily not?"

Murong Ling touched his hair habitually, but Qian Shucheng avoided him.He was not annoyed either, and put his hands on the quilt casually.

"You are not young anymore. You will graduate from university soon. Whether you want to study or work, I can arrange for you if you need my help, but that will be your own path. Your brother's business, I You can take revenge with your own hands, but you can't take revenge as the whole of your life. If one day you get revenge, have you thought about what to do?"

Qian Shucheng didn't know whether he had listened to the words behind, but he just held on to the first few words: "You said I was young just now."

Murong Ling: "These two are different."

Qian Shucheng: "What's the difference?"

Murong Ling really didn't know how to deal with this kind of nonsense junior from his own family. He had no experience in this field at all, and he had to coax and educate. How did Qian Shuning do such a contradictory thing in the first place?

Qian Shucheng cheekily rubbed Murong Ling's body, and asked again: "What's different?"

Murong Ling was really not used to this kind of intimate physical contact, and it took a lot of patience to not kick this rascal down, thinking that he should go directly to accompany Qian Shuning and forget it.

"What do you want?"

Murong Ling exhaled a few breaths secretly, looked down at Qian Shucheng with a stern face, his cold pool-like eyes seemed to reflect his cold heart that was rarely still beating deeply buried in his chest.He didn't put any pressure on Qian Shucheng, but years of precipitation made his cold face naturally reveal a trace of oppressive aura.

Qian Shucheng looked back without flinching, wondering whether it was a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers or was too confident that the person in front of him would not cause any harm to him.His eyes, which contain thousands of stars, seem to be burning with fire, as if they want to melt Murong Ling's ice-covered shell and ignite the heart that has been silent for a long time.

If this had been the case in the past, perhaps the two of them would have remained in such a stalemate, and in the end it was nothing but Murong Ling who compromised first.

But today is different, Qian Shucheng, while his mind was still in a mess, grabbed Murong Ling's loose collar and hugged him into his arms, and kissed him forcefully and domineeringly without any pause.

When the two pieces were soft enough to touch each other, Qian Shucheng's dexterous tongue drove straight in and began to attack the city.He tried to attach all his thoughts to the tip of his tongue, and passed them through in such a rude and straightforward way.That momentum seemed to remove all of Murong Ling's tyranny and arrogance, and conveyed his unquestionable determination to his heart, telling him that I only want you and nothing else.

It's just that the person in his arms didn't intend to cooperate at all. After a brief absence, Murong Ling's eyes returned to sharpness, and he pushed him away when he saw the person who was rude and rude to him, and then fiercely kissed him on his lips. Touched it, and wiped the red lips even more abnormally.

"What are you smoking! Isn't it enough?!"

"Not enough, of course not enough!"

Qian Shucheng knew that Murong Ling's cold face earlier was intentional, if he was so easily irritated, he would not be Mr. Murong.But so what?Knowing his good intentions, I have to accept his affection, draw a line with him to show my innocence, and when the time comes, I will come out to kill my enemies and then go my separate ways?

Qian Shucheng glared: "Murong Ling, can't you feel it? Can't you feel it at all?"

Murong Ling sneered: "What do you feel? You feel that you are willing to sell your body in order to get this information from me, or you feel that you think my appearance just fits your aesthetics and you want to sleep with me?"

Qian Shucheng got up abruptly and threw Murong Ling on the bed.Putting his arms on the bed and trapping Murong Ling under him, he looked down at the pale and cold person below him.

"Why do you always want to provoke me? Huh?" Qian Shucheng gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence, then seemed to think of something, laughed out loud and asked an inexplicable question, "What are you afraid of?"

Murong Ling's eyes flashed, but he didn't answer.

Qian Shucheng lowered his body, and their noses were almost touching.His voice seemed to roll a few times in his throat before it came out, it was low and magnetic.

"You're afraid that I'm serious about you, that there's a feeling that revolves around you every day that really shakes your heart made of stone, and that this feeling will become a stumbling block to your progress." Qian Shucheng paused, and looked up. Raising a hand, he stroked Murong Ling's cheek lightly, "What I said before is true, you are pretty."

Murong Ling turned his face sideways to avoid the flailing paw, his eyes still had no warmth.

Qian Shucheng didn't feel the slightest displeasure because of his action, his eyes looked at the hand that was left out in the cold, and he rubbed his fingertips a few times as if trying to savor it.

"Actually, I thought about it before." Qian Shucheng tilted his head, looked at Murong Ling's profile turned to the side, and found a shallow scar under his ear.His eyes flickered slightly, and he continued calmly, "When we met again, I didn't do that just because I was provoked by you."

Murong Ling's body froze subconsciously and then quietly relaxed, but such subtle changes all fell into Qian Shucheng's eyes.

"So I have been regretting. I thought I was just regretting that I was acting impulsively. Even if I got revenge, I shouldn't do such indecent things. I don't understand why I was so worried at that time other than being angry, but I I get it now."

Qian Shucheng straightened Murong Ling's face so that he could face him squarely, seeing his reflection in his dark eyes, only in this way could Qian Shucheng feel that Murong Ling had his own in his eyes.

"Murong Ling, I have liked you for a long time, so long that I can't even remember when. You asked me what I like about you, but I can't tell you what I like about you. You are covered with hypocrisy. Even the smile seems to be deliberately prepared. The angle of the mouth, the way the eyes are bent, the kind of smile that is deliberately gentle, how to look alienated, and how to look kind, all seem to have been carefully calculated. If I say If I upset you because you look good and like you, I apologize to you for what I just said, and I am sorry for causing you to misunderstand. But you are really good-looking, there is nothing you can’t say, and it’s human nature to like good-looking people , but it’s not just because of this. What I actually want to express is that I like your smile from the heart, and I hope to make you smile like that more in the future. So can you try to accept me and give me a Chance?"

Murong Ling's eyes were a little dull, and the lively firecrackers outside seemed to be lit in his head instead of the door.Playing on the occasion is not counted. For so many years, no one has ever said the word "like" to him.He didn't even notice the tremor in his own voice, and asked in disbelief, "You... like me?"

A smile gradually crept up to Qian Shucheng's eyebrows, he lay down on his side and hugged Murong Ling into his arms, and said, "Yes, I like you."

Murong Ling's voice was still a little trembling, mixed with disbelief: "From a long time ago?"

Qian Shucheng tightened his arms, afraid that Murong Ling would not believe it, and said solemnly against Murong Ling's ear, "Yes, from a long time ago."

Then the ward became so quiet, and the "Bengbang" fireworks feast outside was coming to an end, only a few scattered lights in the distance were still flickering in the sky.

Murong Ling lay quietly in Qian Shucheng's arms without moving, so long that Qian Shucheng thought that the person in his arms had fallen asleep and raised his hand to cover him with the quilt.But before he had time to move the person in his arms, he finally moved, when he heard a disturbing word in his ear.

"So, you fell in love early?"

Qian Shucheng: "..."

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The air in the city is always good and bad. For example, the firecrackers and fireworks bombed last night. Today, I can’t even see the sun. It’s foggy everywhere.

Jiang Fan's family is local, so they don't need to travel all the way.The advantage of celebrating the New Year with parents is that they go to bed early on New Year's Eve. As the old couple get older, they lose the energy to stay up late and go back to bed early.Jiang Fan went back to the house and played games bored for a while, and went to bed early, so he ran out the door early in the morning on the first day of the new year.

There was no breakfast on the street on the first day of the Lunar New Year, so he asked Mama Jiang to make more when making breakfast, saying that he would bring it to Mr. Murong.When Jiang Ma heard it, she immediately felt that the task was arduous, and her son's immediate boss wanted to eat the breakfast she cooked, so he had to do it well.

The end result was that when Jiang Fan arrived at the hospital, he carried breakfast for 5 or 6 people.

He tiptoed to the door of the ward, and opened the door carefully.He knew that Murong Ling's sleep was always very light, and he would wake up with a start at the slightest disturbance.Although it is impolite not to knock on the door, he believed that Mr. Murong would not blame him for his filial piety.

Jiang Fanyi opened the door quietly, walked in quietly, and closed the door quietly.Pausing for a while, seeing that the person on the bed didn't seem to be moving, then he turned around and moved to the reception area step by step, and slowly put the food on the coffee table, thinking in his heart: I slept so deeply today, it's a good thing. Rest well.

He slowly put his butt on the sofa. Just as he touched the edge, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. After looking around, he realized that the bag on the bed was a bit too big, and it didn't look like a person's figure.

Jiang Fan got up suddenly, walked quickly to the bed, and then stood there dumbfounded.

what did he seeWhat the hell is that extra head on the pillow?This is Mr. right?Read that right?Who is the other one?It seems to be that little bastard!Why is that little bastard on the bed?Why does he seem to be hugging Mr.what did he do to mr.Did you do something excessive again?There seems to be no other peculiar smell in the room except for a trace of disinfectant.

There seemed to be [-] whys in the whole book in Jiang Fan's mind, and he even wondered if he was blind for a while.

I must be blind, or have hallucinations from not sleeping well.

He even had the illusion of catching rape in bed.

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