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Zhou Heng, who was rejected by Murong Qing, lost his mind on the spot.

The expression on his face froze for a moment, the corner of his mouth twitched, and then he broke into a not-too-complicated smile, and then opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue at lightning speed.

The tip of the tongue was very nimble and drew a heart in the socket of Murong Qing's hand.

sincere!

Murong Qing was like being electrocuted, the tiny crackling electric current poured into his whole body along the palm of his hand, and his mind went blank for a while. He frowned in disgust and wanted to take his hand away, but Zhou Heng who was even faster grabbed his wrist, and then watched helplessly. Watching Zhou Heng pull his hand to his mouth, Ke Jin kissed him on his finger.

Chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp~~

Like a woodpecker!

Murong Qing got angry, and his already dry voice became even hoarse, "Zhou, Heng!"

"Brother Qing, Brother Qing." Zhou Heng called out Brother Qing vaguely, kissed Murong Qing's index finger for the last time with his soft and hot lips, and stared at Murong Qing like a silly dog, teeth snapping It bit down on his fingernail, neither light nor heavy.

"Hiss!" Fingernails are sometimes more fragile than flesh. Murong Qing, who was being treated tenderly by a man, frowned quickly, but the film king didn't know how to curse, so he just waved his hands and cast a stern look. Staring at Zhou Heng, he reprimanded in a low voice: "Zhou, Heng!"

Zhou Heng pressed Murong Qing's hand to his heart, and licked his lower lip like a big dog. When he looked at him, his eyes were full of little stars: "Does it hurt?"

"..." Feeling the crazy heartbeat coming from the palm of his hand, Murong Qing only thought that Zhou Heng was a different kind of coquettish, with a slightly pale face, he gave Zhou Heng an angry look: "I will try to bite you!"

"Bite." Before Murong Qing finished speaking, Zhou Heng's paws were on his lips.

Murong Qing stretched out his left hand to slap the hoof of the bitch off, with a helpless expression on his face: "Don't make trouble, I'm thirsty."

"Brother Qing." Zhou Heng's eye sockets became hot instantly, fearing that Murong Qing would see the clue, he hugged Murong Qing tightly, rubbing his face against Murong Qing's shoulder, feeling that he had never been so weak: "You are finally back, you are still here! I don't know, I'm going crazy these days."

What Zhou Heng said about returning meant recovery, but Murong Qing, who had lost the memory of the past ten days, didn't know it.

"Okay, stop pretending, why not..." Murong Qing raised his head while pushing the big dog stuck to his body, and then saw Lin Yao who was watching a play by the kitchen door in a daze, Murong Qing's face turned red quickly, embarrassed Gritting his teeth, he said, "Lin Yao, you...Didn't I tell you to go back first?"

With Murong Qing's words, Zhou Heng's heart slipped into his throat again.

Could it be that Brother Qing doesn't remember his memory confusion during this period of time?

Lin Yao, who was standing at the door of the kitchen with a vegetable shovel, also had a colorful face. He raised the vegetable shovel in his hand with a stunned voice, and was speechless for a long time.

Almost fucking suffocated.

If one is not careful, Zhou Heng will marry him like a dog.

No, take!

Fortunately, the next moment he finally saw Zhou Heng waving his hand vigorously behind his back.

"Uh..." Lin Yao took a deep breath, "I, I, I'm leaving now."

Then Lin Yao put down the shovel and rushed out the door before Murong Qing pushed Zhou Gou away. Murong Qing was stunned for a long time, and raised his leg angrily to bump into Zhou Gou's puppy. Zhou Heng just protected the cub jumped back a bit.

Murong Qing went downstairs past him, and said calmly: "It's still like this."

"Brother Qing." Zhou Heng poked Murong Qing's back aggrievedly, and shrugged like a big dog out of favor, following behind him: "You don't love me at all."

This sentence has long been Zhou Heng's mantra, but now that he uttered it, his heart hurts instantly.

"Then trouble you to find someone who loves you." This sentence is also Murong Qing's mantra, "Stay away from me."

"No." Zhou Heng grievously followed behind him and laughed: "Brother Qing has such a tall face, where can I find a second one?"

Murong Qing went straight to the dining table, took a water glass, and took the kettle.

Zhou Heng gently put his hand around his waist from behind, and Murong Qing held the water bottle in the air for two seconds, and waited for Zhou Heng to hold him still, then pressed the switch to pour water into the cup.

Gulu Gulu drank a full glass of water in one breath, and when he put down the glass, he felt Zhou Heng's face close up, and his breath sprayed into his ears, causing a burst of itching.

Murong Qing hid his head forward and at the same time broke the hands on his waist, but finally found that he couldn't move, so he had to resign himself to his fate and turned half a circle in Zhou Heng's arms, facing Zhou Heng.

But suddenly found that this posture was more ambiguous. His back hip was pressed against the edge of the table, and Zhou Heng blocked him, wishing that the whole person could be glued to him.

Murong Qing breathed out with difficulty: "Zhou Heng, you are a little wet, go take a bath first."

In the past, Zhou Heng didn't dare to hug so hard, and, as soon as Murong Qing opened his mouth, he would get up obediently.

But today, Zhou Heng looked at him steadily, without any intention of letting go, and there was no usual coquetry and shamelessness on his face.

At this moment, his thin lips were pursed slightly, there were indistinct wrinkles between his brows, and his eyes were unpredictable and deep, with a sincere and stubborn look.

Murong Qing's eyes met his dark eyes, as if his soul was sucked by those black eyes all of a sudden, but he couldn't recover for a while, his heart beat suddenly, and he felt that Zhou Heng was very different today.

When filming, Zhou Heng's expression is called the emperor's expression. It is elusive and calm and serious. It is common for Murong Qing to do it. He has a cold temper. In fact, he prefers Zhou Heng's cheerful and enthusiastic personality. However, Seeing Zhou Heng like this today, I really don't like it.

I even felt that when Zhou Heng made such an expression, he was very arrogant, and there was an indescribable heartbeat.

"Brother Qing."

With a deep cry, Murong Qing's chin was pinched by Zhou Heng's thumb and index finger and lifted up, and then Zhou Heng's warm lips pressed against his.

In the end, I still have to kiss him.

This person is really good at acting like a baby.

Murong Qing met Zhou Heng's suddenly enlarged face, met his straight gaze, his eyelashes flickered, his gaze lowered, and the fingers on Zhou Heng's chest softened and bent down.

When he was about to meet Zhou Dog's passionate licking, Zhou Heng pressed against his lips without any further intimacy, just simply clinging. If it wasn't for the scorching breath hitting his face, he would have suspected that time stood still up.

One second, three seconds, seven seconds, 11 seconds, Murong Qing finally couldn't help raising his eyes to Zhou Heng's.

That earnest gaze can be so affectionate as the sea, warm and impassioned, a little red, with a hint of water, but without a trace of desire.

Murong Qing was a little stunned for a while, and then stood still for a few seconds before he felt Zhou Heng's lips gently rubbing against him. It was too soft and lingering, like a confession of love between lovers, so that Murong Qing A little absent-minded and dull, she followed him to kiss without any reaction.

Do you really miss him that much?

The feeling of being overly needed made it difficult for Murong Qing to breathe.

Tasting the refreshing and slightly sweet taste of the real Murong Qing, Zhou Heng squinted his eyes, lightly brushed Murong Qing's round lips with the tip of his tongue, carefully traced the seam of his lips, and followed Murong Qing's ejaculation He took a deep breath, opened his lips lightly, and then he slid between his lips and teeth, and finally kissed away the little bit of saliva overflowing from the corners of his lips, and separated from his lips.

Suddenly being treated like a big dog by Zhou Heng like a kitten, Murong Qing really couldn't react, his ears turned red and he was short of breath, even though the kiss was so gentle that it hardly took away his love. breathe.

There is no crushing tongue-tongue entanglement as expected, but it can affect his emotions more than before. He can even hear how fast his heart is beating at the moment. Emotion is sometimes so simple.

He pursed his lips, kept Zhou Heng's breath in his mouth, lowered his head and gently pushed him away: "Don't make trouble, I'll go to the kitchen to have a look."

The voice was soft as if something was about to overflow.

Zhou Heng's heart went numb, and he let go of the hand around Murong Qing's waist with a soft 'um'.

When Murong Qing turned around and was about to leave, he turned around and poured a glass of water for Zhou Heng. His voice was neither salty nor dull, but the water glass filled with steam was full of concern: "Drink some hot water to get rid of the cold."

Zhou Heng held the water glass with both hands like a puppy, grinned at Murong Qing, raised his head like a godsend and gulped it down.

Murong Qing lightly raised his eyes to look at Zhou Heng who was drinking water with his head up. His facial contours elongated by drinking water became more sharp, his neck lifted when he swallowed, and his Adam's apple became harder and prominent, full of manliness, arrogant and wild.

But just such a person can be so gentle to him.

Murong Qing frowned slightly, turned and went to the kitchen.

Zhou Heng drank the water in one breath, raised his hand to sip the water stains overflowing from the corners of his lips, and stared at Murong Qing's straight and beautiful back. He knew that his brother Qing was back, and at this moment he was ecstatic in his heart. The sense of loss of losing an obedient little lover.

This is what his young brother should look like, a little cold, a little arrogant, a little disgusted with him, but still loves him.

When Murong Qing walked into the kitchen, he just thought something was wrong with Zhou Heng. The porridge in the electric casserole was just ready, when a sharp beep sounded, interrupting his thoughts.

He glanced at the electric casserole, turned his head and turned on the frying pan. In the frying pan, pork ribs and lotus root were stewed. The lotus root was still whitish, so it was obviously not cooked well. He skillfully turned on the fire, adjusted it to medium heat, and stir-fried it twice with a spatula. , cover the pot.

Zhou Heng followed Murong Qing to the door of the kitchen, his eyes were flickering and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Murong Qing was about to go to the vegetable sink, but suddenly smelled a durian smell that was suppressed by the smell of meat just now. He turned his head and looked, and sure enough, he saw a golden durian that was not too big or too small, which was just ripe.

He frowned suddenly, and looked back at Zhou Heng: "Why is there durian, can't you smell it?"

There was a hint of mischief in Zhou Heng's eyes, but it disappeared very quickly, and he was replaced by his usual pampering: "I should ask you this."

As he said that, Zhou Heng stepped forward and hugged Murong Qing's waist from the side, and kissed him on the face with his lips: "You obviously like it, why did you keep it from me?"

Murong Qing pulled Zhou Heng's hand and didn't pull it away. Now that Zhou Heng knew, he didn't explain any more, and said calmly: "It doesn't matter whether you like it or not, it's just that you can eat something."

"Oh." If it wasn't for Murong Qing's 'illness' this time, he probably would never have known that Murong Qing liked to eat durian. Zhou Heng raised his eyebrows: "Just right, I don't hate this taste so much recently."

Murong Qing didn't ask Zhou Heng how he knew about it. He didn't eat it at first. The year before last, he went to T country to film a movie. It was a big durian country. Murong Qing was kindly persuaded by the local assistant to try it. It didn't take long for him to date Zhou Heng. Zhou Heng hated the taste so much that he stopped eating it.

He is such a person who never insists on people or things.

Lin Yao hadn't been with him at the time, but there are so many directors and actors in a crew, it's not surprising that Zhou Heng knew about it.

Murong Qing still couldn't break free from Zhou Heng's embrace, he turned his face to look at him, squinted his eyes: "Zhou Heng, you are quite strong, have you practiced?"

"No, no~" Zhou Heng quickly put his hands away obediently, leaning his back against the glass door behind Murong Qing, rubbing his chin for a while: "Brother Qing, I heard from Lin Yao that you had lunch with Lei Yan."

"Yeah." Murong Qing walked over to wash and chop vegetables, explaining, "He has a very popular script in hand, and he wants to invite me to shoot it together."

There was a flash of silver in Zhou Heng's eyes, and he pouted and acted coquettishly: "No, I will be jealous."

"Heh~" Murong Qing glanced back at him, "He has a lover, and the relationship is very good, you are jealous."

"Who asked you to take pictures of couples." Zhou Heng's mouth became longer and longer, like a three-year-old child: "You even held hands and kissed, I hate it."

"..." The kiss was misplaced, Murong Qing was too lazy to explain to Zhou Heng, and simply ignored him.

That's the end of the story, Zhou Heng doesn't need to try anymore, Murong Qing's memory really stays half a month ago, the afternoon when he came back from filming abroad, Murong Qing had lunch with Lei Yan at noon that day .

Zhou Heng frowned and took out his phone, typed a line and sent it to Nan Rui: Ruizi, brother Qing has recovered his memory.

Before waiting for a reply, he wrote again: However, I don't seem to remember what happened in the past ten days.

In 3 minutes, Nan Rui replied.

Nan Rui was anxious between the lines: How is the film king now? We just went out, or I will pass by now.

Zhou Heng: No, he doesn’t know yet, it’s just that it’s the day he returns to China, he hasn’t been allowed to watch TV and mobile phones, and he’s cooking now.

Nan Rui didn't reply immediately, he was probably discussing the best solution with Qin Kun and his in-laws.

Zhou Heng raised his head and glanced at Murong Qing: You guys should eat first, I will contact you in time if there is any situation.

Nan Rui probably also thinks this is the best: good.

It was already dark, and the rain outside did not stop. Murong Qing had just recovered his memory, but he couldn't remember the episode in the middle.

However, this episode is also very complicated. Although it was less than 20 days before and after, Murong Qing talked about a heart-piercing love affair.

In particular, Murong Qing firmly disapproved of premarital sex before, but now that his wedding is approaching, Zhou Heng eats up all the scum.

No matter what the situation was, Zhou Heng was unreasonable in the ten-day battle and dozens of rounds. It was inevitable that he was feeling uneasy at the moment.

You Qi looked up and saw that there were two hickey marks on the back of Murong Qing's neck the day before yesterday when he sucked it on his back. Wearing a wide-mouthed coat at home is just a matter of one glance.

Of course, the main reason is that Murong Qing will know about this, and that Murong Qing will increase the load on his brain and change back by accident.

Here Zhou Heng was full of thoughts, while Murong Qing over there had already cooked meat and two vegetables, and he served Zhou Heng the dishes while filling the porridge.

When the food was served, Zhou Heng sat down opposite Murong Qing, his eyes fixed on Murong Qing's neckline.

There is no hickey on Murong Qing's neck, but there is one on the collarbone socket, which he also made the day before yesterday, so he bit the protruding bone of Murong Qing's collarbone.

At that time, the affection was strong, even biting and sucking were inappropriate, and the marks were a bit deep. After two days, you can still see the clues if you look closely.

Murong Qing took a sip of porridge, looked up at Zhou Heng who was staring at his chest, and narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Did you sleep in my bed these days?"

Zhou Heng was taken aback for a moment.

Murong Qing went on to say: "I will sleep in my bed in the future, and I will move out."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his eyebrows.

"..." Brother Qing probably smelled him, that's right, he was still hugging him to sleep more than half an hour ago.

Zhou Heng's eyes darkened, he ate everything he ate now, and tried all kinds of positions, not to mention sleeping on his bed. Fortunately, he was in deep reflection these two days and didn't touch Brother Qing, otherwise Brother Qing would It's running water when you wake up, darling, he may not die right now.

Thinking of this, Zhou Heng's nose felt hot, he clenched his fist to his lips and coughed, and he picked up a piece of pork ribs for Murong Qing: "Brother Qing, eat meat."

Although Murong Qing was aloof, he was easy to coax. He picked up the ribs and put them in his mouth without saying anything.

After dinner, Murong Qing got up directly to clean up the dishes. Zhou Heng didn't refuse, and went to the living room to tune out the variety show that Murong Qing liked to watch for a while.

Murong Qing works hard when he is working, and rests seriously when he is resting. He will take care of flowers, read scripts, cook, and follow dramas. To put it bluntly, he just stays at home and enjoys a slow-paced life.

When Murong Qing came out of the kitchen, Zhou Heng asked him to watch TV. Murong Qing said, "I'll go up and get my cell phone and call home."

"I'll get it." Zhou Heng said as he got up and leaned on the back of the sofa, jumped up and turned over, running faster than a rabbit.

Murong Qing raised his eyebrows, and went to the sideboard to make a pot of mint tea. After a while, Zhou Heng came down and said that his mobile phone was out of battery. Murong Qing didn't think about it, and said that he would call later. Cheng Shishi sent a video request.

The connection was quickly made over there, and Zhou Heng took the lead to greet Cheng Shishi, and the two of them chatted word by word, so that Murong Qing couldn't say a few words.

Zhou Heng had never seen him courting anyone other than him, but today he was too enthusiastic about his mother. Murong Qing always felt that something was wrong. After hanging up the phone, Murong Qing raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhou Heng: "Zhou Heng, are you Didn't do anything wrong."

"No," Zhou Heng threw the phone guiltily, hugged Murong Qing's shoulder from the side and laughed, "It's Brother Qing, are you jealous?"

"..." Murong Qing smiled, he is not a talkative person: "Yes, yes, you are right, watch TV."

Yes yes yes, what you said is correct, it is an Internet celebrity saying in a cartoon that has become popular recently.

The pig inside loves to argue, and its only friend, the rabbit, always says to it: Yes, yes, you are right.

Zhou Heng didn't know, he hugged Murong Qing happily and kissed him on the side of the face: "I knew it, you're jealous, brother Qing, look first, I'll wash the fruit for you."

Murong Qing got rid of his stomach and went to the massage chair between the sofa and Yantai for a while to massage. His physical fitness is not bad, but in the past few years, Wia, who had been hanging for more than ten days in a row, had a strain from his back shoulder to his upper arm. He likes to go to a massage parlor. In order to prevent his old illness from recurring, he will do back massage when he is free at home.

Zhou Heng answered a phone call halfway and came back. Seeing him sitting on the sofa after the massage, he sat beside him and hugged him. Murong Qing let him go without any more excessive behavior.

Two hours passed quickly.

Murong Qing turned off the TV and got up: "You are free these few days."

Zhou Heng was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Murong Qing originally planned to go to country A with him. He stiffened his neck: "Well, the work has been arranged, and the rest is to spend time with you."

Brother Qing is planning to fly to country A tomorrow to surprise him.

But the time is no longer right.

Do you want to tell Brother Qing now?

The moment Zhou Heng hesitated, he saw Murong Qing rubbing his forehead and getting up from the sofa, "Go to bed early."

After finishing speaking, Murong Qing turned around and went upstairs.

Zhou Heng watched Murong Qing rubbing his head with a cold light in his eyes, he quickly turned off the light and followed, and the moment Murong Qing closed the bedroom door, he stretched out his hand to block it: "Brother Qing."

Murong Qing didn't force it, but just looked at him lightly and said, "Go to bed early, I'm tired."

"Brother Qing." Zhou Heng took a coquettish step forward and hugged Murong Qing's waist, and quickly rubbed his lips against Murong Qing's lips, "Good night, Brother Qing."

"En." Murong Qing looked at him indifferently, and when Zhou Heng let go of his hand, he closed the door.

Facing the door that blocked him outside, Zhou Heng was a little aggrieved. These days, he slept with Murong Qing in his arms.

Putting his fingers against the door and drawing a heart, Zhou Heng slightly raised his lips and went back to the room in embarrassment.

After returning to his room, Zhou Heng turned on his mobile phone, saw Murong Qing went to the bathroom, came out to look up the time, then pulled out the suitcase and began to tidy up his clothes.

Zhou Heng took off his clothes and sat on the bed, stroking the screen with his fingertips, seeing Murong Qing go back and forth a dozen times and finally put the lid of the suitcase on a corner against the wall, then drank a glass of water, picked up the cell phone.

Murong Qing's cell phone ran out of battery and turned it off. Zhou Heng hid all the charging cables again. Sure enough, Murong Qing searched for a while but couldn't find the charging cables. He turned to go out, but he didn't hear the door open, so Murong Qing turned back again. .

He put his mobile phone on the bedside table, took off his home clothes, leaving only boxer bottoms, and turned on the bed.

Zhou Heng saw that his throat was a little dry, he swallowed his saliva, and then saw Murong Qing stretch out his hand, and the screen of the phone went black.

Murong Qing turned off the light and fell asleep.

Zhou Heng held the phone in his heart and laughed out loud. His brother Qing finally came back, and he seemed to celebrate: "Xiao Qing, tell me a joke."

Xiaoqing, who is always ready to die, immediately spoke, with a sense of eloquence: "One day, I was walking in the neighborhood, and the conversation between the grandpa and grandson in front of me attracted me. The child asked grandpa..."

"Stop!" After hearing the long opening, Zhou Heng lost interest. He raised his eyebrows and made a request: "Xiaoqing, tell me something that's coquettish, mean, violent, shorter and funny, but doesn't have a word of harmony." joke."

"Okay, I'm searching." This request was a bit high, and after five seconds, Xiaoqing said obediently: "When I was young, boys liked to play with hand pockets, and girls liked dolls. When they grow up, boys like dolls, and girls like dolls." Hand Mucang."

"..." Zhou Heng curled his lips in dissatisfaction: "I've heard this joke a long time ago, okay, that's all you can do."

Facing the master's accusation, Xiaoqing apologized tactfully: "I'm sorry, master, I shouldn't tell such jokes to the master who will continue to play with the wooden warehouse when he grows up."

Zhou Heng put the phone next to the pillow, lay down with his arms on his head, looked at the cold white ceiling, his eyes were not dim, and said, "Hey, it seems that this core really needs to be replaced."

"Master," Xiaoqing immediately flattered her in a soft voice, "Xiaoqing will tell you one more thing. Two boys compare peeing. One says to the other, yours is so big, and I want it too. The other boy says he will grow up. Here you go, when he grew up, the boy really gave him his Dajiji, but he cried and said no more."

"It's... not bad." This is indeed coquettish, and Zhou Heng's throat is a little dry: "But there are harmonious characters."

Xiaoqing cried, desperately fawning: "Master, your lord hangs a lot of Bodhisattvas."