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For a while, the huge room was filled with Zhou Heng's low-pitched calls, one after another, deep and sad.

He was crying, but he didn't cry at all, his voice was so deep that it had an echo, the more so, the more heartache Nan Rui felt.

This was the first time Nan Rui saw Zhou Heng cry. Before that, he didn't even dare to think about it.

It turns out that after living in the Cold Palace for 2000 years, killing gods, ghosts, and monsters without even blinking, the legendary Yan Sha, who is ruthless and heartless and ignored by anyone, can change so much when he encounters Murong Qing. ?

Nan Rui's eyes finally moved away from Zhou Heng's tearful eyes, and he stretched out his hand to hold Murong Qing's left wrist. After about half a minute, he let go and patted Zhou Heng's shoulder.

Zhou Heng has gradually calmed down, the silver light in his eyes faded away, he hugged Murong Qing from the sofa to his lap, hugged him in his arms and rubbed his chin on his forehead: "How is Brother Qing?"

"It's okay." Nan Rui said: "I just passed out, and my heartbeat has stabilized now."

"Hey." Seeing that Zhou Heng didn't speak any more, Nan Rui sighed: "Brother Heng, I know how much you love Murong Qing, but at times like this, you have to calm down, otherwise you will fall into someone else's trap." road."

Zhou Heng's sluggish eyes suddenly became vicious: "I thought about it a few days ago, and I haven't offended anyone. Who is going to attack Brother Qing?"

"I can't figure it out either." Nan Rui frowned and thought: "Although you have been asleep for 2000 years, during this period, no one in Nanshan knows how powerful you are, and how many monsters rely on your aura to become fine. Everyone in Nanshan respectfully calls you Master Heng, I'm afraid I'm tired of challenging your majesty, in this Baishan City, you are the richest man, shocking both black and white."

"But," Zhou Heng affirmed, "I'm sure Nan Xiao has a problem."

"Nan Xiao regards wealth as his life." Nan Rui thought for a while, and said, "Could it be Murong Qing's enemy who used Nan Xiao to take revenge?"

"Brother Qing, I understand." Zhou Heng's eyes were complicated: "Neither arrogant nor bullying, always calm in dealing with people and things, not the temperament that can form bonds with others."

"It will bully you, right? Nanshan is famous for its strict wives." Nan Rui looked at Zhou Heng teasingly, and said before Zhou Heng changed his face: "The more you talk, the less you have a clue. Why don't we go to the Time Club tonight?" Come on, after all, Nan Xiao is currently the only breakthrough."

"..." Nan Rui is so sincere, Zhou Heng is not easy to lose his temper: "Okay, I will confirm Nan Xiao's whereabouts later, if he moves tonight, ask Kun Zi to come over and guard, and Nan Tian will accompany Nan Hao back to the mountain for the sacrifice." Team, you won’t be back until night.”

Nan Tian is Zhou Heng's bodyguard, and his strength ranks fifth on the Nanshan hero list. Even though this building has the highest standard of security, it will be a different matter if there are monsters invading. Zhou Heng has to be cautious.

"..." Nan Rui cast a scornful glance at Zhou Heng to express his dissatisfaction, but he still agreed: "Okay, Zhou, Wife, Guan, Yan!"

Zhou Heng: "Get lost!"

"By the way." Nan Rui just wanted Zhou Heng to relax when he made a fuss. The President’s Bed Warming Toy, you may wish to read and learn first, talk less and do more, it can strengthen your body and heal the movie star, kill two birds with one stone, huh, Xiao Huang Wen, it’s very suitable for you, take it easy after reading it Lord Heng."

Zhou Heng shot at him with a look, Nan Rui changed his shoes unhurriedly, waved his hand and left.

Although Zhou Heng didn't think Murong Qing was framed because he offended him, he still ordered Lin Yao to cooperate with Murong Qing's manager, Qi Lanyi, to find out who Murong Qing might offend since he became a Taoist.

Also, find out about Yu Haofei's details.

After all, being in the entertainment circle, it is not impossible to cause disasters caused by character disputes.

After the phone call, Zhou Heng calmed down completely, looked at Murong Qing's sleeping face, and put his fingertips gently between his eyebrows.

He smoothed the small wrinkles between his brows, and then wiped away the tear that was not completely dry at the corner of his eyes, feeling very distressed.

Maybe Nan Rui was right, now that Brother Qing was ill, while he was looking for the real culprit, he had to face Brother Qing's current condition.

Mingming told himself calmly on the day when he realized Brother Qing's illness, no matter what kind of brother Qing became, as long as people were around him well, he would always love him and pet him, why did he go crazy today for no reason.

Hey……

"I'm sorry, Brother Qing, I shouldn't have lost my temper with you." Zhou Heng held Murong Qing's right hand, pressed his palm to his lips, and carefully pecked and kissed his palm: "I won't do that again in the future." Yes, sorry."

He bowed his head and kissed Murong Qing's lips, hugged him and leaned against the sofa, took the sofa blanket to cover his cold stomach, and then his eyes fell on the cowhide bag Nan Rui put on the corner of the coffee table.

Compared to Nan Rui, he is the one who gets along with Murong Qing every day, maybe he can find out Murong Qing's real personality from the clues in these three books.

Although at the beginning, he didn't think that the character design in Murong Qing's mind would come from a novel.

Sometimes, he even felt that he was absurdly like a mediocre person in a hurry.

Zhou Heng shook his head, opened the rope on the cowhide bag with one hand, and dumped all the contents on the sofa, and the colorful cover of the novel was placed in front of Zhou Heng.

Among a large tuft of roses, a man neatly dressed in a black suit and tie is holding a petite boy who is naked, white and only has a rose branch tied to his hands. There is a line of big rose red characters on the side ——"The Black-bellied President's Hand-picked Plaything".

In the room with the overlord's office as the background, a tall man wearing a white bathrobe with his chest exposed was sitting on the sofa, kneeling in front of him was a beautiful young man wearing a white shirt that could barely cover his buttocks. Small dark blue words - "Bloodthirsty President's Bed Warming Toy".

On a big immaculate white bed, a graceful young man was blindfolded with a black cloth, with a pen in his mouth, and wearing a bright red gauze that couldn't hide anything. Helpless, there is a line of black and gilt-edged characters on the bottom - "The substitute plaything of the wolf-like president".

Each cover is more sexy than one.

The names are more rustic than the other.

Although Zhou Heng has never read this kind of article, he knew at a glance that it was a gossip article. This kind of article is mostly for girls in early spring, lonely young women, or young coquettish people who are ready to move. Why the hell are they all written as mutual What about the abuse that hurts to the end?

Authors these days don't plan to make money for food, they want to make fucking tears instead!

That's really capricious.

Zhou Heng gritted his teeth, and subconsciously took the book in the middle, "Bloodthirsty President's Bed Warming Toy" with a rather subtle cover, and found out that this was exactly the one Nan Rui had mentioned.

Really yellow style!

Just like that, Zhou Heng, who opened the door to the new world, read Rou.wen all afternoon.

This was not Zhou Heng's wish. At the beginning of the article, the protagonist Shi Yiran went to the protagonist Mr. Li's house and begged him to be his family member. This was in line with Zhou Heng's first day back home after Murong Qing fell ill.

However, Boss Li didn't hesitate and asked Shi Yiran to take off his clothes. After undressing, he carried Shi Yiran directly to the bathroom.

Zhou Heng watched for two hours, and the two protagonists hadn't come out of the bathroom yet. Ren had never imagined that a bathtub, a towel, and two bottles of shower gel could play so many tricks.

Recalling his first night with Murong Qing, he suddenly felt a little low.

The person he loves the most is in his arms, the memories of the two people's first night haunt Zhou Heng's heart, Zhou Heng's eyes are full of white nudes and various postures of encroachment, and this author who writes meat. That's right, the writing is very artistic and visual, Zhou Heng couldn't help but start playing the pornographic movie about him and Murong Qing in his mind.

I can't stop looking at it.

Just when Zhou Heng gritted his teeth and moved his eyes away, feeling the need to understand the plot directly, Murong Qing in his arms moved, and he quickly put the book into the leather bag, and Murong Qing barely opened his eyes.

"Brother Qing," Zhou Heng stroked Murong Qing's messy hair that covered his eyelids, and looked at him tenderly, "You're awake, does your head still hurt?"

Murong Qing's face looked very pale, and his eyes were moist and ignorant when he opened them. It wasn't until Zhou Heng asked him that he felt a slight pain in his head, but he sat up calmly with the tip of his teeth pressed together, and shook his head. : "It's okay, Heng..."

Murong Qing paused, looked out the window, and said in a low voice, "It's getting late, I'm going to cook."

He didn't say anything, he didn't ask anything, he didn't dare to call his name, and he didn't dare to disobey his words.

Murong Qing who fell asleep made him feel distressed, and Murong Qing who woke up inevitably gave Zhou Heng a headache.

"Brother Qing." Zhou Heng held Murong Qing's waist that was about to rise, turned over and pressed him on the sofa, his tall body was pressed against him, looked into his eyes that were afraid to hide, stretched out his hand to caress his forehead, and gave it to him He kneaded: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't lose my temper with you."

Even knowing that he is no longer the old Murong Qing, even knowing that, he still wants to apologize to his favorite brother Qing.

Murong Qing, who was lying on the sofa, was full of tenderness towards Zhou Heng, and a trace of surprise quickly flashed across his face. His eyelashes trembled for a while before he quickly turned his face away, and whispered: "Master Heng, it is my Murong family who treated you I'm sorry, I have no complaints about how you treat me."

Zhou Heng locked his eyes on Murong Qing, he really wanted to say something more, but looking at Murong Qing's sad eyes, he didn't know where to start, and finally his fingers slipped from Murong Qing's head, holding his face , kissed his lips.

He gently sucked Murong Qing's lips a few times, and after Murong Qing relaxed a bit, he aggressively used the tip of his tongue to pry open the white teeth, and drove straight in.

Like an officer in a military parade, he clicked each of Murong Qing's teeth one by one, and swept over the tender muscles inside his jaws. Indeed, as written in the book, this area is soft and silky, with a hint of wonderful sweetness, and then hooked Murong Qing's tongue Guide him to respond to himself and enjoy the wonderful taste of Murong Qing trembling in his mouth.

This skill is completely learned and used now. Compared with his previous low-level skills, Murong Qing's reaction at this moment is so cute that his ears are red with embarrassment, and his eyes don't know where to dodge. Be careful and get addicted.

It doesn't matter if you look at the empress's eagerness to move, or say Murong Qing is too attractive, in short, after touching Murong Qing's lips, Zhou Heng couldn't stop.

Rarely, this time, Zhou Heng didn't say any joking words, he made foreplay gently in silence, and asked Murong Qing once on the sofa in the living room.

After nearly an hour, when Zhou Heng was satisfied, Murong Qing had sex three times, and was completely exhausted and slumped on the sofa, without the strength to lift his fingers.

Zhou Heng didn't leave immediately, he wrapped the person in his arms and massaged the area behind Murong Qing's waist, prolonging his aftertaste.

After Murong Qing regained consciousness from the intense pleasure of being overwhelmed, and his breathing became more stable, Zhou Heng put on a shirt for him, moved him on the chaise longue, stuffed a pillow in his back, and turned on the TV and said, "What do you like to watch?" Variety shows happen to be more…”

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Heng realized something was wrong, "Oh, it's a variety show I like, and it's quite funny. Look, I'll cook."

Murong Qing is currently the hottest movie star in variety shows, news, movies, and a recent hit TV series, which almost dominated the screen. Zhou Heng didn't dare to let him find programs by himself, so he had to ignore his current personality. Forced to decide.

After finding a good program, and seeing that Murong Qing, who really didn't have the strength to get up, was still good, Zhou Heng rubbed his head, turned and went to the kitchen.

Little did he know, Murong Qing, who was looking at his back, had eyes full of love in his wet eyes.

After dinner and after watching the two-hour variety show, Zhou Heng took Murong Qing upstairs.

Entering the master bedroom, it was another cloud and rain in Wushan.

Murong Qing fell asleep quickly after being let go by Zhou Heng for the third time. Today, his body was exhausted and he was extremely tired, so he rarely snored.

Zhou Heng didn't sleep all this time. When Murong Qing fell asleep, his originally ordinary black eyes were quickly covered with a layer of silver light. Mysterious and frightening.

The silver pupils allowed Zhou Heng to clearly see every eyelash on Murong Qing's eyelids even in the dark.

Zhou Heng squinted his eyes, looked at Murong Qing's eyelashes stained with tears because he couldn't bear crying and begging for mercy, looked at his whiter and tender skin washed by sweat, looked at his red and swollen lips like a budding crabapple after the rain, and smelled his The strong green grass mint fragrance that overflows with the hormones on the body.

Holding Murong Qing in his arms, Zhou Heng looked at him tirelessly for two hours, as if nothing was enough, even his frosty silver pupils were full of nostalgia and tenderness at this moment.

It was late at night, and the croaking of insects and frogs gradually stopped. At one o'clock in the morning, when it was the quietest moment, Zhou Heng slowly pulled out the arm that was pillowed under Murong Qing's neck, peeled off the patch on the back of his head, and then rolled over and got out of bed. .

Called Nan Rui as a reminder, and he walked to the cloakroom, and he settled quietly like ordinary people can't do.

Zhou Heng, who came down from the second floor, was wearing a tight-fitting black tunic with a hint of silver, a sleeveless shirt with long trousers and black shoes, and a belt around his waist. It was rare for his rough and strong figure to look thin and slender at this moment. Unlike the dress of this era, it made him look even more mysterious and majestic.

Walking to the entrance, Zhou Heng took the camel-colored thin windbreaker hanging on the hanger, put it on, and opened the door.

Qin Kun (kun) just got off the elevator and came over. The two exchanged glances. Qin Kun said, "A Rui is waiting for you at the villa."

"Yeah." Zhou Heng turned his head and took a look upstairs, and said, "Thank you."

Qin Kun also put away his usual idleness, nodded and said in a deep voice, "Don't worry."

After Zhou Heng entered Qin Kun's villa, about 3 minutes later, the lights in the villa went out, and a wolf with a silver light and a lot taller than a leopard sprang out from the dark backyard of the villa, and it was not easy to melt into the night with a small wolf. Spotted black cat with blue eyes.

A wolf and a cat jumped over the five-meter-wide swimming pool and the two-meter-high thorny fence with vigorous movements. Under the shadow of the tree, they leaped directly onto the calm lake with a booster jump. The water ripples dispersed, and the wolf and the cat disappeared at the end of the lake.

It was as fast as a flash of silver light on the surface of the water, making it difficult to tell the truth from the fake.

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