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Compared with asking for enjoyment and pleasing Murong Qing, Zhou Heng is more comfortable, whether it is in words before or in body now.

It seems to have superb skills bestowed by God, invincible.

It was an extremely gentle and lingering night, just watching Murong Qing being fascinated by his one-sided comfort, breathing heavily because of him, heart beating faster, falling into tears of joy because of him.

See his obsession and madness for him written on his docile and tender face, see his confusion in anticipation of being embraced more deeply at the happiest moment, and hear him wrap his arms around his neck and call his brother with tears in his eyes: brother Heng, brother, Want me...

This kind of Murong Qing, so out of nature but so fascinating, makes him both fresh and exciting.

Zhou Heng pursed his lips, seeing that the exhausted Murong Qing was fast asleep in his arms, with a tired expression on his face, he lowered his head and kissed his lips distressedly, wisps of silver light passed from his lips to Murong Qing's mouth.

Murong Qing's slightly raised brows gradually eased as the silver thread entered, and the dullness in the eyes gradually disappeared, returning to the original light pink.

After the silver light dissipated, Zhou Heng reached out to turn off the light.

As soon as he withdrew his hand and hugged Murong Qing's back to go to sleep, he felt Murong Qing's hand on his chest scratch him hard, and then there was a slight cry: "Master Heng...don't, don't kill me Father, please, woo..."

"Brother Qing!" Zhou Heng started up, only to realize that Murong Qing was trapped by the nightmare. His heart ached, and he quickly patted Murong Qing's back, bowed his waist and pressed his forehead against Murong Qing's forehead: "Ah Qing, wake up!" , Ah Qing, don’t be afraid.”

"Woo~" Murong Qing whimpered and cried, but stopped talking in sleep: "Woo..."

Murong Qing was a man's depressive and low-pitched weeping sound, which pierced his heart in the dark. Zhou Heng yelled twice before he slowly stopped crying, and finally fell asleep after panting for a while.

After Murong Qing tossed and tossed, Zhou Heng couldn't fall asleep at all, and after having asked for someone, his satisfied and happy eyes flickered several times, and became a bit darker than the sticky night outside the window.

After a long time, a tear fell silently along the bridge of Zhou Heng's nose into Murong Qing's hair.

So it turns out that Brother Qing is in such pain?

Zhou Heng clenched his fists. Desire is poison, but it still ruined his original intention.

The original Murong Qing and the sick Murong Qing are like tulips and dodder flowers.

Tulips, always in bud, are independent and noble, cool and mysterious, but because of their elegant and gorgeous appearance, countless people are fascinated by them.

Cuscuta flower is entangled and parasitic, slender and delicate, with a natural vigor that makes people feel pity. It is mostly used to describe weak and charming women who like to cling to men. It is also often used to describe some coquettish and sluts in books.

Men are always greedy, not only want to marry a dignified and generous housekeeper, but also indulge in the uninhibited debauchery of a coquettish slut.

He, Zhou Heng, was not greedy. He had been a dog by Murong Qing's side for three years. He had known for a long time that Murong Qing was cold and abstinent, and he took feelings lightly.

But from beginning to end, he only loves Murong Qing and only has Murong Qing.

As the richest man in Baishan City, he is no less tempted than Murong Qing, who is a film star in the entertainment industry, but he has always maintained a childlike affection and virginity for Murong Qing.

Now, Murong Qing is sick, and he is very obedient and enthusiastic towards him, but because he is still Murong Qing, with a unique mint fragrance, and retains a little habit that only he knows, besides his memory, he still longs for Xiao Xiang Nine Years For a person who can have sex with him at this time and nourish him for a long time, it is a lie to say that he is not in love.

When making love, seeing Murong Qing blooming and crying under him, he was satisfied, and he even had the idea of ​​'how good brother Qing is like this'.

Just now, he was still indulging in the illusion of endless satisfaction.

Because of his obsession, he slacked off, forgetting that no matter how good he is to Brother Qing now, Brother Qing is being violated by memories that don't belong to him, by himself, time and time again.

Nan Rui's kind advice was also ignored by him, and it was simply an excuse to follow the path instead of doing nothing. Now thinking of the description in the book that Xiao Xinyu had suicidal tendencies twice, Fang felt afraid.

The stars are getting brighter and the night is getting darker, and the crickets who are sleeping late outside the window have rested.

Beauty Zhou Heng was tossing and turning in his arms.

Finally, he fished out his phone, typed a line and sent it to Nan Rui: Nan Rui, Brother Qing mentioned his father just now.

It was rare that Zhou Heng called Nan Rui by his full name for the first time, bringing with him unknown anxiety and fear.

After sending the message, it seemed that he didn't have to wait for Nan Rui's answer. Zhou Heng put down the phone, squeezed Murong Qing into his arms again, and rubbed his lips attached to his smooth forehead gently.

In fact, he already had an idea in his heart, and Murong Qing might still follow the plot in the book and escape from him.

However, in the real world, there is no Xiao Xinlan, and there is no Xiao father who is hospitalized. How on earth is Murong Qing going to lead people away?

Nan Rui was very concerned about what Zhou Heng said, so he asked Zhou Heng to go over the next day, and brought two familiar colleagues to discuss with him.

The original "Wolfy President's Stand-in Plaything" is a cruel text that was abused to the end. Zhou Heng couldn't learn from it. He has already avoided it well. If the next escape cannot be changed, then it is better to follow the plan.

Let things happen with preparedness and have the best solutions ready.

Coming out of Nan Rui's house, Zhou Heng listened to Nan Rui's suggestion, let Lin Yao stay in the light, Nan Hao stayed in the dark to watch Murong Qing, and resumed work himself, apparently loosening his control over Murong Qing.

Even so, from Murong Qing's point of view, Zhou Heng didn't trust himself, even if he had to work, he didn't forget to set up eyeliners to monitor his every move.

If possible, he would like to do something for Zhou Heng, follow Zhou Heng to the company to serve tea and run errands, so that he can do something for Zhou Heng and see Zhou Heng all the time, but, now, even if he If he took out a heart to Zhou Heng, he wouldn't believe himself.

That's right, after all, that's how my sister stole secrets to bring down Zhou's group and indirectly killed Zhou's father.

Sometimes I think about it, if it wasn't for hatred, how could he have such a dewy relationship with Zhou Heng.

It's just that this kind of fate can't come to the end after all.

As a man, he is willing to become a prisoner for love, to bear the lust of another man, but as a son, he has a father to take care of, so he has to be filial, and it is time to withdraw and leave while there is still a sliver of reason.

On the third day after Zhou Heng launched the net, Murong Qing decided to act.

On this day, Zhou Heng did have something to do, and it was the final day of the branch's deficit case.

After eating in the morning, Zhou Heng looked at his watch. At 08:30, he got up and walked around the table, walked to Murong Qing's side, as usual, slid his big hand on the side of Murong Qing's face, held it, and gently twisted his thumb and index finger Murong Qing raised his face up with soft earlobes, lowered his head and kissed his lips.

"I'm going out," Zhou Heng looked deeply at Murong Qing's eyebrows, brushing away the messy hair on his forehead, "Let Lin Yao do the dishes after dinner, and call me if you need anything."

"Hmm." Murong Qing clenched his hands under the table, his eyes were filled with imperceptible forbearance, and when Zhou Heng turned around, he lowered his eyes very quickly, and there was already a trace of mist in them.

If the escape goes well, this will be the last time he will see Zhou Heng.

the last time!Murong Qing's heart felt stuffy like being crushed by a boulder, and he almost couldn't help reaching out to grab the flimsy home clothes on his chest.

Zhou Heng walked to the porch, and the moment he got up after changing his leather shoes, Murong Qing realized that he got up from the dining chair and chased after him.

A few meters away, he was a little out of breath when he reached Zhou Heng's side.

"Zhou Heng." Murong Qing ran over, saw Zhou Heng turned to look at him, and realized how out of control he was, he lowered his head to avoid Zhou Heng's gaze, and said incoherently: "Sorry, I, I should have changed your shoes... ..."

"Fool." Zhou Heng's response to Murong Qing was to hold his neck and press his lips: "You don't have to do anything, just be kissed by me."

As if simply touching lips was not enough, Zhou Heng pushed Murong Qing to the front of the decorative cabinet and covered him under his body, kneading the back of his neck with his fingers, and scraping his slightly parted lips with the tip of his tongue.

Murong Qing's heartbeat had never been so violent, he could hardly bear it so fast, he twitched his eyelashes, closed his sore eyes, felt Zhou Heng's gentle touch on his lips and teeth, his tongue inserted into his warm mouth, a sudden The burning sensation almost made him cry.

Without hesitation, Murong Qing stood on tiptoe and wrapped his arms around Zhou Heng's neck close to his arms, and actively sent his tongue up, allowing Zhou Heng to hook him.

If this is a farewell kiss, it doesn't matter if he indulges once.

Zhou Heng didn't miss the trance that flashed in Murong Qing's eyes at that moment just now.

He hugged Murong Qing even tighter, when a burst of fragrance climbed up his tongue coating and taste buds, he narrowed his eyes, opened his throat, a few strands of silver came out of the dark throat, and quickly poured into Murong Qing's mouth like spring water , the tail disappeared into Murong Qing's throat.

If he plans to run away today, give him some strength. Brother Qing hasn't gone out for a long time, and he hasn't exercised for a long time, so don't get tired after a toss.

Zhou Heng licked Murong Qing's lips for the last time, and then reluctantly let him go.

Supporting the limp Murong Qing, he scraped off the tip of his nose that was overflowing with little sweat, and smiled softly, full of pampering: "Baby is getting sweeter and sweeter, so I don't even want to go out, what should I do?"

Murong Qing blushed and took a few breaths before slowly loosening the arms around Zhou Heng's neck, leaning against the edge of the cabinet and standing still, staring down at the second button on Zhou Heng's shirt, the voice Slightly dumb: "On the road, pay attention to safety."

"Well, boo~" Finally kissed Murong Qing on the forehead, Zhou Heng stretched his hand over Murong Qing's shoulder to take the suit jacket, took another deep look at Murong Qing before turning and leaving.

Zhou Heng opened the door, and Murong Qing took two steps toward the door holding the tabletop, wanting to watch Zhou Heng go out, but Lin Yao who was at the door came in right after Zhou Heng went out, and closed the door.

Feeling a bit disappointed, Murong Qing greeted Lin Yao, and asked Lin Yao if he had eaten. When he got an affirmative answer, he turned and went to clear the table.

After Lin Yao finished changing his shoes, he hurried over to take over. Murong Qing didn't force him, and went upstairs directly.

Murong Qing walked into the master bedroom, flattened the wrinkled sheets, arranged the pillows, and folded the thin quilt neatly at the end of the bed.

The bedding is light blue and very clean. It was changed the day before yesterday. Zhou Heng didn't know if he was too tired from work these two days. Anyway, he didn't want him anymore, so he didn't need to change it every day.

To be honest, the education he received since he was a child made him feel that it is immoral for men to do that kind of thing with men, but Zhou Heng didn't want him these two days, but he felt a little lonely and unbearable.

Standing at the end of the bed, looking at the big light blue bed, Zhou Heng's hormonal smell seems to be lingering at the end of his nose. The scene of him and Zhou Heng loving each other on it in the past seems to be replaying in front of his eyes.

For the first time, he was scared and uneasy. When Zhou Heng's terrifying size was about to develop a place he shouldn't use for acceptance, he closed his eyes almost in fear, and he was ready to die. But in the end, What ushered in was a sweet high court.

In the past 20 years, he was spoiled and spoiled, and he lived a well-behaved life, but he fell in love with Zhou Heng, who is also a man.

I like Zhou Heng's tall and handsome man, admire his brilliant talent, admire his innate manliness, and even fall in love with Zhou Heng's rough and possessive in the end.

After one time, he began to desire to be embraced by Zhou Heng. As a man, he seemed to be born to submit to stronger men of the same sex. He never thought that sex could be so intense and presumptuous.

He takes great pleasure in being violated, indulging in an immoral pleasure that is ashamed of humanity.

I really want your body to be unable to live without me.

Thinking of Zhou Heng's love words when he wanted him, Murong Qing's body couldn't help trembling, and with a muffled sound, he fell to his knees on the carpet beside the bed.

Not only his body, but also his heart and his people, leaving Zhou Heng, they all have a sense of decay and hopelessness that they can't live on.

For a moment, the sadness and despair in Murong Qing's eyes became black, and tears fell from the eyelids without warning, dripping onto the carpet.

An hour later, Murong Qing was holding a button in his left hand, and he was walking downstairs slowly with a light brown hooded long trench coat on his right arm. He was wearing a decent white casual suit, and his soft hair was combed meticulously. , and smiled at Lin Yao when he went downstairs, as if the person who was suffering just now was not him.

Murong Qing was already pretty good-looking, especially when he was wearing white clothes, even gods couldn't match her, Lin Yao was a little taken aback.

"Mr. Lin," Murong Qing came over and said softly, "I want to go out and buy some clothes, I told Zhou Heng."

The author has something to say: I'm afraid I'm not an M, the next chapter is super sweet, but I'm stuck here and want to -enter-V-! Σ(⊙▽⊙"a

Flattering version: This chapter and the first three chapters of V will all give out red envelopes, with 1/3 big red envelopes for each chapter, the luck value is very high.

□□ version: still updated at 24:1 next time, more than [-] words, all of which are sweet and sweet, please come and eat some honey, the next three chapters → the end of the boss + Qing Ge sober capture bag + desire to be pregnant after pregnancy The marked Omega is the beginning, and the next one is Qingge, eat, eat, Zhou Heng, hey, hey, sweet pet. I hope that the fattening party will also subscribe to the first three chapters in advance. It is very important to Xixi, please support me.

Tomorrow, I will continue to talk about love, waiting for you (づ￣3￣)づ.