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I don't know if Zhou Heng was excited after hearing a joke with a twist, or if he wanted to hug Murong Qing, but he didn't sleep well all night.

I got up before five o'clock in the morning, sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows facing the sunrise and meditated for two hours, then went downstairs to make breakfast for Murong Qing.

Murong Qing could sleep, he went to bed at ten o'clock last night and didn't wake up at eight o'clock in the morning.

Zhou Heng was holding his mobile phone to watch the surveillance, while Murong Qing was still lying on the bed and sleeping in the dark.

Murong Qing sleeps very well, does not grind his teeth, turns over, does not snore, and even does not change his posture throughout the night. At this time, Murong Qing is lying flat in the middle of the big bed, with the quilt covering his chest, his hands outside the quilt, and his left hand on his side Sideways, with his right hand resting on his lower abdomen, in a reserved and elegant sleeping position, he hasn't moved since sleeping last night.

As for the angle and distance, Zhou Heng could only see the outline of Murong Qing's clear and clear facial features, but he knew that this face was beautiful no matter what, and every detail of it was like a blessing from heaven.

Pursing his lips, Zhou Heng lowered his head and kissed that person from the screen, thinking that his memory only came back, and his brain was probably too tired, let him sleep.

Zhou Heng only ate a bowl of porridge, put away the cooked dishes, and started cleaning the living room and gym.

At ten o'clock, Zhou Heng just collapsed on the sofa to rest out of breath, and Murong Qing, who had slept for twelve hours in a row, slowly went downstairs.

When Zhou Heng saw Murong Qing go downstairs, he just raised his eyebrows and jumped up from the sofa to meet him. Before he could say 'Brother Qing', he heard Murong Qing say: "Brother Heng, you, you are here."

Facing Murong Qing who was standing in the middle of the stairs with five fingers grasping on the railing and staring at him with wide eyes, Zhou Heng's brain was blown, his expression froze, his feet froze in place and he couldn't lift up anymore.

What's happening here?

Brother Qing changed back again?

No, what did he call him just now?

Brother Heng? !

Although it's very flirtatious to shout from Murong Qing's mouth, but that was in the past, not now, and now it's completely f*cking frightening!

Zhou Heng's throat was so dry that he couldn't utter a word. He didn't intend to speak immediately because of the lessons learned from the past.

He stood at the same place and looked up at Murong Qing, his eyes were light, and he tried not to show any emotion on his face.

On the contrary, Murong Qing looked extremely nervous. When he saw Zhou Heng, his fingers grasping the railing suddenly turned white one by one, and his eyes drooped down very quickly after calling someone. The inside was dark and unclear, and then he bit Gritting his teeth, he went downstairs with a little weak footsteps.

Walking in front of Zhou Heng step by step, Murong Qing lowered his eyebrows and repeated, "Brother Heng, you are here."

Repeating this sentence over and over again, even if Zhou Heng's mind was running fast, it was still a mess at this time. He tentatively asked, "I...shouldn't be here?"

"No, no." Murong Qing panicked, he shook his head and waved his hands and explained: "That's not what I meant."

While speaking, he glanced at Zhou Heng, then lowered his eyebrows again, looking really afraid of Zhou Heng.

The emotions in his eyes that did not belong to Murong Qing himself caused Zhou Heng's heart to be strangled by a five-element hand, and he couldn't breathe.

For a moment, fear and collapse, like the air he took in his lungs last time, swam forcefully to his lungs and invaded his heart. Zhou Heng's teeth hit each other, and there was a sharp pain between his eyebrows.

Originally, he thought that Brother Qing regained his senses yesterday, probably because there was something wrong when copying his memory, and he would slowly settle the account for Nan Xiao in the future, but unexpectedly...

No, no, no, brother Qing must have woken up and remembered what happened in those ten days, this is to test him!

Test test.

Calm down!

"You..." Zhou Heng walked forward with a glimmer of hope, but found that although Murong Qing didn't retreat, the hand in front of him was clenched tightly, which is the expression of a person who is extremely nervous: "I haven't eaten breakfast yet. Bar?"

Murong Qing bit her lower lip in a panic, and explained incoherently: "No, yes, I'm sorry, I overslept and didn't know you were here."

"It's okay." Zhou Heng raised his hand to cover his eyes, rubbed his temples with his index finger and thumb respectively, and also took advantage of the trend to block the collapse in his eyes, and tried his best to suppress his emotions that were about to explode. He was teasing him all the way: "You sit down first, and I'll make you a hot meal."

Upon hearing this, Murong Qing hurried to Zhou Heng's side: "I, I will do it myself."

Zhou Heng didn't force it either, and leaned against the kitchen door to watch Murong Qing warm up the dishes. After Murong Qing finished heating two dishes, he helped Murong Qing serve a bowl of porridge.

Murong Qing stood by the table, still a little embarrassed, but it was much better than when he first met him: "Brother Heng, have you eaten yet?"

"Yeah." Zhou Heng signaled Murong Qing to sit down, and put the porridge in front of him. He originally planned to eat some together when he woke up, but he would lose his appetite at all.

"Thank you." Murong Qing thanked, grabbed the chopsticks a little awkwardly, and when he lowered his head to drink the porridge, he hurriedly changed the spoon.

Murong Qing took small bites to eat, and looked very quiet, without raising his head the whole time, giving people the illusion that he wanted to treat himself as air.

Zhou Heng sat quietly opposite him, resting his chin on his elbows, watching his every move with narrowed eyes.

Every time Murong Qing eats five mouthfuls of food, the inner chopsticks will roll two and a half circles on his tiger's mouth, and every five times when holding a spoon, he will rub the handle of the spoon with his thumb pulp. This is the habit he brought with the pen. , at least 20 years, will not be affected by the emotional environment.

This kind of subtle movements are unfamiliar and difficult to find, and they cannot be learned.

His feelings, coupled with these small habits, made him stand firm in front of him or his brother Qing himself.

Zhou Heng's eyes darkened.

Call him brother.

Surprised he's here.

It's normal for him to cook.

When facing him, he was cautious and cautious, but the two should be familiar with each other.

This is by no means a character set in "The Wolfy President's Stand-in Toy".

On the way, Murong Qing choked and coughed twice, then looked up at Zhou Heng, and said in a low voice, "Brother Heng, are you not busy today?"

"Yeah." He really wanted to ask, should I be busy, but this is not a good time, and Brother Qing has to fill his stomach before talking, so he replied according to Murong Qing: "Today is Friday, and the next two days will also be busy." rest."

"En." Murong Qing nodded lightly, his eyes were flickering and he couldn't see what he was thinking. He quickly finished the porridge in the bowl, then got up and started to clean up the table, but Zhou Heng frowned and said: "Eat!" How about this, eat more."

Surprise flashed across Murong Qing's eyes, he paused, and a small smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Okay."

Then obediently Zhou Heng took the porridge bowl to the kitchen to serve the meal.

"..." Zhou Heng's scalp tingled for a while.

This time, Murong Qing ate another bowl of porridge, cleaned up the few two dishes, and then packed up the dishes and went to the kitchen to clean them.

Murong Qing entered the kitchen, and Zhou Heng turned on the phone that had been vibrating just now.

Nan Rui: Brother Heng, is the actor awake?

Nan Rui: How is it?

Nan Rui: Do you want me to go there.

Nan Rui has always been calm and self-reliant, gossip and warm-heartedness can't get along with him, but Zhou Heng saved Qin Kun, and he said before that Nan Rui protects the calf, and Qin Kun is Nan Rui's only family member, so he is very concerned about Zhou Heng's matter. Shangxin also has a mentality out of gratitude.

Zhou Heng gritted his teeth hard, 1 collapses pressed his throat for a while, but he could only type out one word: Hey.

Nan Rui replied quickly:? ? ?

Zhou Heng rubbed his head that was about to explode, but the words he typed were a little funny: Damn it, the script has changed!

Zhou Heng: Nan Xiao, I can't kill him!

Nan Rui also seemed surprised, and it took a while before he replied: Changed the script?

Nan Rui posted another three-link dynamic picture of shock, collapse and madness.

After a while, before Zhou Heng could reply, he typed a few words: "Brother Heng, you have a lot of luck, what kind of temptation is this time?"envious of jpg.

Zhou Heng knew that Nan Rui didn't take pleasure in other people's misfortune, it was a consolation for taking pleasure in suffering: how much I envy, I don't know, but it seems that this is his house, and I am very unwelcome.

Nan Rui hehe: The film king is mighty, this is the treatment you Zhougou should have had.

Zhou Heng: Oh, is that so, the small mouth is very sweet, it’s hard to tell my brother to call me hard.

Nan Rui finally believed it, and after more than ten seconds: Could it be something happened last night?

Zhou Heng: Probably not, I got off the barrier, but I will find time to check the monitor again.

The enchantment under Zhou Heng can be broken by no monster. Nan Rui: Well, as usual, pay attention to every word the actor says.

Murong Qing came out of the kitchen, Zhou Heng put away his phone.

It seemed that Zhou Heng rarely appeared here like this. Facing Zhou Heng, Murong Qing was always so embarrassed that he had nowhere to put his hands.

Zhou Heng restrained his emotions as much as possible and did not put more pressure on Murong Qing. He walked up to Murong Qing, tentatively held his hand that was stiff at his side, and while pulling him to the sofa area, he said, "Finally, How long has it been since I saw you, huh?"

"..." Murong Qing paused, as if trying to hide some emotion, he said, "It's been thirteen days."

Zhou Heng narrowed his eyes, pulled Murong Qing to the sofa area and held him by the shoulders to make him sit down, while he sat casually on the coffee table opposite the sofa, pinched Murong Qing's hidden chin, and met Murong Qing's surprised eyes, Half-jokingly said: "I remember so clearly, do you miss me every day?"

Murong Qing wanted to hide his gaze, but because Zhou Heng's question froze, his throat moved a few times visible to the naked eye: "Well, I know you've been busy recently."

"Chirp." Zhou Heng lowered his head and pecked Murong Qing's lips. Because he didn't know the new script, he didn't think it was right for him to use intimacy and pampering as soon as he came up. He quickly sat down next to Murong Qing. On the sofa, he asked seemingly casually, "What are your plans for these two days?"

Murong Qing thought for a while, but finally answered: "No."

Zhou Heng could tell that he originally planned to do something, so he said considerately: "It's okay, I don't have any plans for the next two days, if you have anything to do, you can do it if you need me to accompany you." Can."

A trace of disbelief flashed across Murong Qing's eyes, but he still replied: "No."

Zhou Heng felt a little confused. It seemed that in the new script, he and Murong Qing were not equal couples.

Next, Zhou Heng really didn't know what to say. Murong Qing was a little afraid of him like that. The atmosphere was a little subtle and awkward for a while. Murong Qing turned and knelt on the sofa, facing Zhou Heng: "Brother Heng, you need me!" Give you a pat on the head?"

Probably because the movement of rubbing his head just now caught Murong Qing's heart, he agreed, "Okay."

Murong Qing began to pinch Zhou Heng's head. It was rare for him to take the initiative to approach Zhou Heng, and his strength was just right. It was the first time Zhou Heng enjoyed this kind of treatment, especially if Murong Qing's chest was touching his shoulder, and his breath was gushing against his ear. Thinking about Murong Qing's beautiful fingers running through his hair, he felt much more comfortable.

Of course, if Murong Qing is still the original brother Qing.

Zhou Heng, who only allowed himself to relax for a few seconds, quickly began to think about what Murong Qing said after he went downstairs.

After figuring it out, I found that apart from the one who hadn't seen each other for thirteen days, the other words had no research value.

Murong Qing pressed for him for 10 minutes, switched to the right side and pinched for another 10 minutes, then went around behind him and pinched the back of his neck for him.

Especially his fingers were dry but soft, warm and cool, long and flexible.

Before seeing Murong Qing's hand, Zhou Heng didn't know that he was still a manipulator. After seeing Murong Qing's hand, he always wanted to stuff his beautiful fingers into his mouth, kiss-lick-suck-bite.

I feel crazy.

Half an hour later, Zhou Heng closed his eyes and grabbed Murong Qing's wrist. Murong Qing's body froze for a moment. Then, Zhou Heng took Murong Qing's right hand, pulled it to his lips and kissed his palm, "Okay, thank you!" .”

It took Murong Qing a long time to bend his eyebrows and shake his head lightly: "I'm not tired."

"Come and sit down." Zhou Heng let go of Murong Qing's hand and turned his neck left and right: "It's much more comfortable."

Murong Qing sat next to him in a regular manner, and Zhou Heng found that the atmosphere was once again awkward. He thought for a while, and found a safe and predictable topic: "What do you do at home these days?"

"No." Murong Qing took a nervous breath, and Zhou Heng pointed his finger, which seemed to be expected: "I went out shopping with my friends twice, and spent the rest of the time studying at home."

Zhou Heng: "Learn what?"

"Ah?" Murong Qing seemed very strange. After he glanced at Zhou Heng, he lowered his head in a panic and said, "That's right, as far as the books on stocks you asked me to learn, I'm a bit stupid and can't understand many of them. "

"Then don't read it." Zhou Heng reached out and touched Murong Qing's head, and before Murong Qing showed a more surprised expression, he explained: "I thought about it recently, and I think you are really not suitable for learning this, let's let it go first. "

Murong Qing didn't say much, and seemed to be habitually listening to Zhou Hengshi's orders: "Yes."

This person is supposed to talk a little bit, if he can talk as little as possible, if he can not talk, he can talk a lot. It seems that it is impossible to extract important information from Murong Qing's mouth at once.

With the previous experience, Zhou Heng was much calmer this time.

He looked down at the time, it was past eleven o'clock, the room was very dull, why not go out for a walk: "Let's go out for lunch, is there any place you want to go?"

The name of the restaurant should be helpful, although it may not be there in reality, but Murong Qing replied: "Anything is fine, just listen to you."

"Then go and change clothes." Zhou Heng kissed Murong Qing's face, hugged him and went upstairs to change clothes.

Murong Qing returned to his second bedroom naturally, Zhou Heng raised his eyebrows and went to the master bedroom.

After Zhou Heng changed his clothes, Murong Qing was already waiting for him at the railing. He was dressed in light blue casual clothes, too slim and elegant, and Zhou Heng was a little crazy.

Half of the clothes in the second bedroom closet were bought by him for Murong Qing, and the other half were brought by Murong Qing. The clothes he bought were worn by Murong Qing for the first time today.

Seeing him coming out, a trace of Chilian flashed in Murong Qing's eyes. After his face was stained red, he quickly lowered his head, and he turned sideways to make way for Zhou Heng, a little cautiously.

When they arrived at the garage, Zhou Heng acted as the driver, and Murong Qing sat in the passenger seat, leaning over to put Murong Qing on his seat belt, and he looked at the time: "It's still early, you just finished breakfast, do you want to go shopping. "

Murong Qing squeezed her fingers and said in a low voice: "Can I go to the flower market and buy some lavender to plant?"

Why would you want to grow lavender?

This should be very important information, Zhou Heng started the car: "Okay, let's go to the flower market first."