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Zhou Heng and Nan Rui listened to Nantu's guidance, and after transforming, they avoided the camera cat and entered the seventh copy room.

Entering the seventh copy room, Nan Rui jumped onto the console, approached the black box and listened to the sound, and confirmed that the memory bird had fallen asleep, so he nodded to Zhou Heng, and when he jumped back to the ground, he had already transformed into Zhou Heng simultaneously. aldult.

The copy room is surrounded by large screens, because the memory bird has just rested, and some images are being output from left to right.

After Zhou Heng transformed, his eyes were glued to the slow-moving picture, and his eyes slowly narrowed.

The picture on the screen was when he hadn't caught up with Murong Qing. When he appeared in front of Murong Qing in human form four years ago, Murong Qing had just broken up due to emotional injuries, and it was extremely difficult to open up.

It was Murong Qing who was doing a film promotion that day, and he had been courting him for a year. When he arrived, Murong Qing had just stepped off the stage, and the little girl from Yishui rushed over to offer flowers.

He went there in a hurry, braving the drizzle, he didn't take off his wet long windbreaker in time, his hair was still stained with rain, and he squeezed into the crowd in a bit of a mess.

Although he is a big man with strength, he doesn't like to hurt others, so he squeezed awkwardly in the crowd and was pushed in front of Murong Qing by the crowd.

He quickly took out the well-protected bouquet of red roses from the windbreaker, and handed it to Murong Qing, seeing Murong Qing's handsome smiling face, his heart beat faster: "Brother Qing, I, I like you."

He still remembers Murong Qing's expression at that time. After being stunned for a moment, he immediately smiled at him, took the flowers in his hand like other fans, and said thank you gently.

It was probably the last bouquet of flowers received from him. Fortunately, his flowers were not handed over to the assistant and were held in Murong Qing's arms.

Even in the audience, reporters are very good at capturing valuable news. The Zhou Group has been the largest enterprise in Baishan City since he took over. The reporter quickly turned their attention to him: "Isn't this the Zhou of the Zhou Group? Hello Mr. Zhou."

Following booing around, a sharp and bold reporter asked semi-jokingly: "I never thought that Prince Zhou's way of chasing people is so simple."

He didn't even look at the reporter, but just stared at Murong Qing affectionately: "It doesn't matter whether it's simple or luxurious, as long as it's Murong Qing, I don't mind trying all the pursuit methods until Murong Qing accepts me."

"Prince Zhou is really infatuated." The reporter saw the good news, his eyes shined brightly: "Prince Zhou is the richest man in our Baishan City, rich and handsome, and he is so good to the actor Murong, I don't know if the actor Murong is tempted. "

Zhou Heng looked at Murong Qing's slightly embarrassed face, probably because he had never seen such a shameless suitor, he chuckled at him and said: "Murong Qing is the best in the world, of course he deserves the best, I will Try to impress him."

After finishing his even more shameless words, he bowed to Murong Qing, then turned and left.

He thought that the day would be over like this, but when he went out to bend over to ride a motorcycle, he was suddenly stabbed in the lower abdomen.

He looked down and saw that it was a rose thorn on the sweater.

He especially remembered that when his head buzzed, he quickly got off the motorcycle to chase after Murong Qing.

What he prepared to see Murong Qing was a rare blue rose with gradual change, but on the way to hide from a dog, the rose fell from his arms and fell to the ground. Urgent, the store made a mistake.

When he bypassed the security guards and chased to the specific parking lot, Murong Qing just got in the car and started, so he hurriedly ran to knock on the car door.

The rear window was slowly lowered, and Murong Qing looked at him with his cold and beautiful phoenix eyes.

Probably because he was afraid of being photographed secretly, the car window was only half open and then stopped.

He looked at Murong Qing nervously and excitedly, and hurriedly explained: "Brother Qing, there may be thorns on that bouquet of roses, I'm sorry, I just found out."

Seeing the rare wrinkles on Murong Qing's brows, he glanced down and asked, "Are you okay?"

He shook his head gratefully, approached the car and looked into the car, but he didn't see the bouquet of roses, he was a little disappointed: "Did I hit you, I'm afraid..."

"No." Murong Qing smiled at him, and suddenly handed out a white towel: "There is rain on your face, wipe it off."

He took the towel, Murong Qing closed the window, and the car started again.

The picture on the screen did not end here.

Memory is Murong Qing's perspective. Zhou Heng saw Murong Qing's clenched left hand on his lap slowly loosen. The index finger and middle finger were still stained with blood and the color of iodine complex. It seemed that it had been processed. half.

"Brother Qing," Murong Qing's former female assistant handed over a cotton swab dipped in disinfectant, and Murong Qing didn't like people touching him: "This prince is really, he is the richest man, not to mention sending such cheap roses with thorns Hurt, why did you give him back the towel just now?"

Murong Qing took the band-aid from the female assistant, and when he was about to put it on, he turned his eyes and saw him standing behind the car, and then he heard Murong Qing whisper: "I don't know if he is hurt?"

Zhou Heng's heart skipped a beat.

Murong Qing's voice was very soft, the assistant didn't hear clearly and asked, "Brother Qing, what did you say?"

It seemed that he was used to it, and he didn't have to ask for an answer, so the assistant started to tear down the stage again: "Brother Qing, the roses that Mr. Xie sent are beautiful, golden, and very expensive. I heard that you need to inject gold water to grow like this. See, throw away this bouquet of red roses, and don't hurt you again."

Then, Zhou Heng saw Murong Qing who had put on the Band-Aid and turned around to pick up the red roses next to the seat, but the bright golden roses were placed on the ground casually.

He held it at a slant, gently peeling off the cheap-looking wrapping paper, as if looking for where the thorns were: "That bouquet of roses is for you, Chuchu, remember, sincerity is never cheap."

Zhou Heng's heartbeat accelerated suddenly. He didn't understand why the scene didn't end here. He saw Murong Qing turned to look at him in the car turning uphill.

He stayed in that picture for half a minute until he was blocked by buildings.

His nose was sour and his eyes were blurred. It turned out that Murong Qing was already so gentle to him three years ago before he chased after Murong Qing.

It's just that Murong Qing never expressed it.

"Brother Heng." The screen stopped, and Nan Rui walked behind him, and said softly, "I checked and found nothing except the machine that transmits the memory."

"Yeah." Zhou Heng clenched his fists, raised his head, his eyes became deep silver again: "Go, go to the monitoring room."

Zhou Heng and Nan Rui returned to the monitoring room, confirmed the contact information with Nantu, and jumped out of the window into the thick night.

As soon as Murong Qing opened the door, he met Qin Kun who was standing at the door of the bedroom.

Qin Kun was half a head taller than Murong Qing, with his back to the lamp, Murong Qing couldn't see his face clearly, but quickly confirmed that he was not Zhou Heng, before he could take a closer look, he backed away with an exclamation.

"Murong Qing!" Qin Kun moved faster than him and put his hands against the door. Murong Qing tried to close it, but found that his strength could not compete with the opponent, so he quickly turned around and got into the bathroom, and quickly locked the bathroom door behind him. .

Qin Kun: "..."

Qin Kun stood at the door of the bathroom a little dumbfounded. He opened his mouth and patted the thick glass door for a long time and said helplessly, "Murong Qing, it's me. I'm Qin Kun who hypnotized you before, Brother Heng's friend. .”

The bathroom was pitch dark, leaning against the bathtub and the corner of the wall, Murong Qing tremblingly pulled the single pajamas he was wearing, over and over again, almost to the point of self-harm.

His mind was buzzing, and he felt that the knock on the door was extremely terrifying in the silent night, and his breath was so short that he would faint in the next second, and he couldn't hear what Qin Kun was saying at all.

Where is Zhou Heng, where is he, and why is there a strange man preparing to enter the bedroom? !

Did Zhou Heng give him away?

really?

Murong Qing clutched his neckline with his hands, tears dripping uncontrollably from fear and sadness.

At this moment, he thought of suicide.

Qin Kun is a bit square, he heard some movement in the room, and just stood at the door to listen, before his ear was close, the door opened from the inside, and then Murong Qing seemed to be going crazy to close the door, and finally hid in out of the bathroom.

He seemed to vaguely see that Murong Qing didn't take off his clothes, and was locked out of the bathroom at this moment. Don't worry, let me watch the night for you, that... you, you find a bath towel to wrap it up first, or should I go out first?"

After persuading Qin Kun for a while, he retreated to the door of the bedroom, but he stood at the door for a while, but Murong Qing did not come out. He was worried, so he had to go over again, turned on the light in the room, and continued to knock on the door.

For about ten minutes, there was no sound in the bathroom, and Qin Kun panicked, "Murong Qing, if you don't open the door, I'll slam the door!"

Murong Qing in the bathroom looked at the door in horror, his mind buzzing with tears, he couldn't hear a word of Qin Kun's words right now.

Qin Kun had no choice but to slam the door hard twice. He was so strong that the tempered glass door was smashed directly by him. He took out a hole from the adhered broken glass, reached in and twisted the lock.

As soon as Qin Kun entered, he saw Murong Qing curled up in a corner. He hurried over to check, but unexpectedly Murong Qing jumped up and pushed him madly, with great force: "Let me go, let me go!" ..."

When Zhou Heng returned to the villa, what he saw was such a scene. Murong Qing was only wearing his pajamas, with his legs and half of his butt exposed, tearing at Qin Kun.

Without even thinking about it, he grabbed Qin Kun and threw him against the wall, then grabbed the hand of the crazy Murong Qing, pulled him into his arms, and hugged him tightly: "Brother Qing, Brother Qing, what are you doing?" What's wrong with you, I'm back, I'm Zhou Heng, Brother Qing..."

"Let me go, let me go." Murong Qing struggled in Zhou Heng's arms for a while, until Zhou Heng's imprisoned body hurt, and there was no place to resist, then he looked up at him with tears all over his face. At a glance, the over-consumed body suddenly softened like an exploding balloon, and begged him desperately: "Master Heng, please... please, you can ask me to do anything, don't give me away, woo... Okay, please..."

After speaking, Murong Qing fainted.

"Brother Qing!"

Zhou Heng scratched his heart and put Murong Qing on the bed. Hearing footsteps behind him, he asked sharply, "What did you do to him!"

Although Zhou Heng had put his strength back just now, Qin Kun was not seriously injured. Not to mention a finger-long bloodstain on the right side of his face when he touched the cabinet frame, Murong Qing even scratched a bloody cut on his nose.

Being questioned by Zhou Heng, Qin Kun wiped off the blood on his face indifferently: "What do you think, since you don't believe me, why use me!"

Zhou Heng turned his head to look at Qin Kun, his cold air was overwhelming: "Say!"

"I just finished watching the video with Ruirui. What the hell can I do in 10 minutes? I'm an idiot!" Qin Kun glanced at Zhou Heng in dissatisfaction, rubbed his stinging lower back, and explained the cause and effect Said: "When Murong Qing opened the door, I probably saw that he was bare-legged, so I didn't force him into the bathroom, but after nearly 10 minutes, there was no sound inside, so I had to knock on the door, and then you saw It's gone."

"..." Zhou Heng was still a little angry, but Qin Kun did nothing wrong. As Qin Kun said, he wouldn't use him if he didn't believe him: "Take the pulse."

Qin Kun snorted Zhou Hengyi's nose, and limped over to feel Murong Qing's pulse: "It's all right now. I didn't expect Murong actor to be so aggressive now. It's a world of difference from the calm little fairy like a Buddha before."

Silver threads appeared in Zhou Heng's eyes, under the bright light, he was terrified, and the murderous look in his eyes seemed to be real: "No matter who it is, I will make him pay a price that is thousands of times more painful than Brother Qing!"

Qin Kun withdrew his hand, "If Murong Qing wakes up and feels unstable, you can call Ah Rui to come over."

When he reached the door, Qin Kun paused: "Brother Heng, listen to Ah Rui's advice and follow the character design in Murong Qing's mind first. His brain cells have been consumed too much recently."

Thinking that today was the second time Murong Qing passed out, Zhou Heng was so distressed that he couldn't breathe: "Got it."

After Qin Kun left, Zhou Heng went to bed, hugged Murong Qing into his arms and leaned against the head of the bed, bowed his head and gently kissed his forehead, eyebrows, eyes, and nose, and when he finally kissed Murong Qing's lips, with the emergence of silver threads, Between his and Murong Qing's lips, his eyes blurred again.

Before meeting Murong Qing, he only cried once, that was when his father died in front of him more than 2000 years ago, after that, he thought he would never cry again, but God let him meet Murong Qing.

Nine years ago, the first time he saw Murong Qing, he fell in love with him.

The author has something to say: Zhou Gou's daily teasing

Zhou Heng: Brother Qing, I can tell fortunes.

Murong Qing: I miss you in my life, right?

Zhou Heng: Lacking is really lacking, but I am really telling fortunes today, what do you belong to?

Murong Qing: This is a tiger.

Zhou Heng: Stop lying, you belong to me.

Murong Qing: ...

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