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In order to be a 100% good boyfriend, Zhou Heng learned his cooking skills from a chef. Although he only studied for a week, he already has the level of running a small restaurant.

Two dishes, one soup, and one porridge are ready in half an hour.

According to Murong Qing's taste at noon today, the dishes are carrot slices and vegetables tofu, the soup is vegetarian chicken soup, and the porridge is millet porridge.

As soon as he came out with two dishes, he saw Murong Qing who had walked to the entrance, his brows frowned, and his voice was not serious: "Where are you going?"

Murong Qing was startled, he hesitated, "Lavender, it's still outside."

The door was set, and Murong Qing couldn't get out, so he called Murong Qing and said, "Come over for dinner first, and we'll talk after dinner."

"Yeah." Murong Qing quickly put on his slippers and ran over to help serve the meal.

In the past, after eating, he just took a bath and went to bed. Murong Qing was unavoidably nervous, worried, and out of shape after eating. He only drank half a bowl of chicken soup and ate a few pieces of vegetables that Zhou Heng gave him.

Zhou Heng added a spoonful of hot chicken soup to Murong Qing, and asked, "Is there something on your mind?"

"..." This time Murong Qing was not in a hurry to deny it, he buried his head in a sip of chicken soup before softly saying: "Brother Heng, I... I don't want the house."

What do you mean?

Zhou Heng had 1 questions in his mind, he stopped his chopsticks and looked at Murong Qing calmly, squinting slightly, with a bit of oppression.

"..." Murong Qing glanced at Zhou Heng, then quickly lowered his eyes, pinched the spoon and stared at the bowl of chicken soup glistening under the light: "You have given me enough."

Murong Qing knew Zhou Heng well. If Zhou Heng meant to let him stay and continue to be his lover today, then what he meant now was to reject Zhou Heng's invitation.

As a born superior, Zhou Heng is a person with high self-esteem, he does not allow others to refute him, but now, he has to annoy Zhou Heng, even using honorifics.

Nothing is as important as the child in his womb.

Zhou Heng still didn't speak, even if he didn't look, Murong Qing could feel those two gazes scraping him like knives.

"I have always been grateful to you all these years. If... it wasn't for you, I don't know where I am now, what would happen." Murong Qing lowered his voice, paused, then raised his voice again, as if he was constantly giving himself courage to continue Go on: "I'm really lucky to have known you."

After finishing speaking, Murong Qing mustered up the courage to raise his head, and looked deeply at Zhou Heng: "I have made up my mind, I will leave in a few days, I want to visit my deceased mother's hometown, and I will never go back to Baishan City in the future."

Murong Qing looked at Zhou Heng with a cold face, his heart seemed to be firmly grasped by an invisible hand, and he was afraid and uneasy, but he didn't know what Zhou Gou was thinking in his heart:

Damn, what kind of drama is this? !

Break up as soon as you come up? !

Can I still let Lao Tzu take a good breath?

Zhou Heng suppressed the messy emotions that were about to erupt, squinted his eyes and asked in a very oppressive voice: "Did I let you leave?"

Murong Qing was stunned for a moment, the hand holding the spoon turned white, his lips moved, but he didn't say a word for a long time: "..."

Zhou Heng gritted his teeth, put the tip of his tongue against his palate, and put a piece of tofu on Murong Qing's plate: "Let's eat first, don't we still need to plant flowers?"

The word of breaking up came from Zhou Heng's mouth, as if it didn't matter, and it seemed that what he said didn't count. Murong Qing stared at the white and tender piece of tofu, her fingers trembling: "My mother and I left because our mistress ruined our family. up to that point.”

Murong Qing's voice was soft and slow, as if he was stating an unimportant matter, but Zhou Heng's ears were aroused by these words.

I cao, so is he married?Getting married and raising a mistress is amazing!Zhou Heng's blood flowed back in an instant, and he heard his own broken voice: "So?"

Murong Qing twisted his face pretending to be calm, tears streaming down his face: "So, I can't."

Zhou Heng was a little speechless, what else could he do, he could only ask, "Am I married?"

Murong Qing opened his mouth and looked at Zhou Heng in a daze, unable to understand what he meant: "No—yes."

"..." Zhou Heng let out a sigh of relief. The ride up and down was like a roller coaster, and his entire back was soaked. He didn't take such panting when he went to battle to kill the natural enemy more than 2000 years ago: "Then you Why are you a junior?"

"I..." Murong Qing let out a sigh of relief. Could it be that Zhou Heng meant that if he didn't get married for a day, he couldn't say to leave? He should have angered Zhou Heng. Murong Qing drooped his chin, lowered his eyebrows and said pleasantly: "knew."

? ? ? ! ! !

There are more than 1 idiots in Zhou Heng's heart, why did he suddenly say that I know, good brother, what do you know?I don't know anything!

Taking a deep breath, Zhou Heng tapped the edge of the bowl with his chopsticks, and said coldly, "Eat!"

Then put on a show, and took the opportunity to gain some goodwill: "It's rare for me to cook, for you, finish eating."

"Yeah." Murong Qing stopped talking and started to eat obediently.

After the meal, Murong Qing cleaned up the dishes and tidied them up. Zhou Heng had already brought in the lavender from the outside.

Murong Qing went to plant lavender in the greenhouse on the third floor, and Zhou Heng followed.

It was already dark. Standing on a high place, you can see thousands of miles of stars and rivers, and you can see the continuous lights below, which is very pleasing to the sense of sight.

It's just that neither of the two of them had that kind of thought at this time.

Murong Qing found an open space, and after shoveling and planing, he took out the lavender seedlings from the simple plastic round box, branched them, and planted two or three plants one by one.

Zhou Heng stood quietly behind him and looked at him.

When Murong Qing filled up the small space, Zhou Heng also thought of planting it.

Probably the character set in Murong Qing's mind is like this, he and Murong Qing have established an unequal love relationship, it can't even be called love, it should be nurturing or something, but now there is someone else, and he wants to marry that person , so Murong Qing asked to break up.

And judging from Murong Qing's performance, he is usually not close to him, and can be called cold, that's why he didn't come for more than ten days. Surprised and stunned.

After Murong Qing finished planting the lavender seedlings, he got up and patted the soil on his body. When he turned to Zhou Heng, the ease and relaxation just now disappeared, and he even took a small step back hastily.

"I, I'm going to put the shovel." Murong Qing stammered, before turning around to put the tools.

Murong Qing put down the shovel and was about to turn around when Zhou Heng grabbed his wrist suddenly and heard Zhou Heng say, "It's getting late, let's go downstairs."

Murong Qing didn't move, and let Zhou Heng lead him away. When he reached the stairs, Zhou Heng got close, so he whispered, "I'm dirty."

Zhou Heng leaned over and kissed him, then covered his back with one hand, and put his other hand behind his knees, picked him up, and pretended to be stupid: "Then go and wash."

Speaking of Zhou Heng, he stepped down the stairs. Subconsciously afraid of falling, Murong Qing put his hands around Zhou Heng's neck, and his face flushed when he realized it.

Murong Qing leaned against Zhou Heng's chest, her heart beating violently.

I have been with Zhou Heng for three years, it's not that I haven't taken a bath with Zhou Heng, but except for the time when the two of them first started, Zhou Heng wanted to ask him a dozen times in the water because of his freshness, after that, he was exhausted by the summer. Zhou Heng would take him to the bathroom to wash off when he was drenched in sweat and had no strength to get up, but he didn't do it there.

Don't let him go, Zhou Heng is too abnormal today, he won't really plan to...

When Murong Qing thought that he would most likely be pressed against the cold and hard tiled wall, or be crushed on the edge of the hard bathtub while kneeling on the chilly floor, he would lose his strength. His stomach was rubbed against the edge of the bathtub, and he felt a chill down his spine, which was far more dangerous than a soft bed.

No, no, absolutely not!

From the moment he knew he was pregnant, he never thought about losing the child.

When he was about to reach the door of the second bedroom, Murong Qing let go of Zhou Heng's neck, and carefully pushed his shoulders to jump off him: "Brother Heng, I, I'm going to take a shower."

Zhou Heng didn't force it, and put Murong Qing down when he walked to the door of the second bedroom, lightly pecked his forehead and said, "Go."

Murong Qing glanced at Zhou Heng with a blushing face, then turned and entered the bedroom. After entering, he hesitated for a moment, not daring to close the door in front of Zhou Heng. He didn't close the door until Zhou Heng raised his eyebrows and walked away. After leaning against the door, his legs felt weak for a while before he walked to the bed.

Zhou Heng went back to the master bedroom, turned on his phone, and saw Murong Qing sitting on the carpet beside the bed in a daze for a while, then got up and walked into the cloakroom to find a pajamas, and took the pajamas to the bathroom.

Zhou Heng's nose became hot, and he suddenly regretted not installing a monitor in the bathroom. I wonder if Brother Qing will... do dilation like that day.

Zhou Heng took a deep breath, walked to the French window, sat on the white blanket in front of the window, and meditated.

Because of desire, he needed to calm down, and it took about 5 minutes before his eyebrows glowed with silver light, and a silver pill was slowly cut out from his eyebrows, hanging in front of him.

He drew Tai Chi with both hands, and put the silver pill between his hands. After two rotations, a silver light suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand. He pulled out the condensed light and air from the silver pill and pushed it out of the window, turning the barrier on the top floor again. Added a layer.

After all this was done, Yin Dan flew in from his forehead. When Zhou Heng put his hands down, a layer of fine sweat had already appeared on his forehead.

After getting up from the blanket, Zhou Heng glanced at his phone again. Before Murong Qing came out, he found a pair of CK boxers and went to the bathroom.

Zhou Heng came out of the bathroom, picked up the phone again, and Murong Qing had already come out of the bathroom.

On the screen, Murong Qing will stand beside the bed, facing the camera at a 3/4 angle, wiping his hair with a dry hair towel in his hand.

She was wearing a knee-length silk nightgown, blue-gray, and the placket of the cardigan was folded into a V, still revealing a large collarbone and a little breast.

When men wear this kind of clothes, they are more than a little more attractive than women.

In particular, the nightgown has a belt at the waist, which makes Murong Qing's waist extraordinarily slender, and he is so slender and fair, with dark clothes, his skin is as tender as milk jelly just peeled off from a transparent plastic box , increase appetite.

It was the first time for Murong Qing to wear the clothes he personally selected for Murong Qing. This time, Murong Qing seemed to like blue very much.

When choosing this dress, he was actually a little deliberate.

Murong Qing had made a movie before, it was with Lei Yan, the two played a pair of lovers, there was a scene where Murong Qing was wearing a blue and black silk nightgown after taking a bath, with his chest slightly open, hugging and kissing with Lei Yan Good night.

Zhou Heng actually knew that the kiss was misplaced, but he was also very jealous that Murong Qing was hugged by Lei Yan like that.

The person on the screen hangs his hands clutching the dry hair towel, sits on the edge of the bed, bows his head with a heavy face and meditates for a while, then looks up at the sticky night outside the window.

Zhou Heng casually threw the dry hair towel on the sofa, and sat on the side of the bed, rubbing his thumb lightly against Murong Qing's face on the screen. Hey, I suddenly felt that the expression of a cold little fairy was more suitable for Brother Qing.

Just as Zhou Heng sighed, he saw Murong Qing standing up from the bed. He lowered his head and put his hands on his stomach and rubbed it lightly. He let out a breath, then turned and left.

Zhou Heng's ears are very good. Murong Qing probably went to the bathroom to put a towel before pushing the door open. He heard the sound of the door pushing.

Zhou Heng didn't move, but Murong Qing didn't come in for a while, he got a little anxious, so he got up and walked out.

Standing at the railing, Zhou Heng saw Murong Qing drinking water downstairs. After drinking the water, he lowered his head and rubbed his stomach, then put his hands on his stomach and turned to go upstairs.

After taking two steps, Murong Qing finally found him. When he looked up, he put down the hand on his stomach in a panic, and squeezed the pajamas on his body nervously.

Standing under the porch lamp, Zhou Heng was wearing a CK with big thorns. Zhou Heng usually wears formal attire, but now that he has taken off his clothes, he can clearly see his rough and powerful muscles.

His muscles are bulging all over his body, giving people a sense of shock but not disobedience, like a wild beast that strikes at any time, with a strong hormonal aura all over his body, Murong Qing seems to smell the strong peppermint coming from him Flavor pheromones.

There are so many people on this planet, only Zhou Heng's pheromone taste is unique.

The taste gives people the first feeling of coldness, and the second feeling is still cold. The coolness enters the heart and lungs, just like the cold feeling of Zhou Heng, but it feels refreshing and sweet when inhaled into the lungs, just like mint tea. Once you like it , the more you smell it, the more addictive you become.

And he, before meeting Zhou Heng, liked to drink mint tea, everything seemed to be predestined.

But now that he is pregnant, he can no longer drink mint tea, it is too cold.

"Brother Heng, Brother Heng." Murong Qing blushed and bit his lips with his eyes downcast, before he smiled unnaturally: "Do you want some water?"

"Don't drink." Zhou Heng's pupils shrank, and he looked at him lightly: "Come up!"

Murong Qing wobbled a bit, quickly held on to the handrail, took a deep breath before starting to go upstairs, his steps were neither too fast nor too slow, but actually he was very entangled.

But someone is more troubled than him.

Zhou Heng's gaze fell on Murong Qing with some depression. Murong Qing was wearing a nightgown that was not too long, and the hem reached his knees, revealing his entire straight calf. The legs are opened on both sides, occasionally touching the thighs. The dark clothes and fair skin are extraordinarily sensual under the light.

The color of Zhou Heng's eyes turned from oppressive to dark, and his blood was rushing in his lower abdomen.

CK is propped up.

In this case, can he have him?

It might work?

When Murong Qing stepped onto the second floor, Zhou Heng couldn't help but Chu took two steps toward him.

The corridor was only that long. Murong Qing lowered his head and shrank his hands and feet, and extremely slowly shortened the distance between the two of them, but soon, the strong wheat-colored eight-pack muscle appeared in front of his eyes. Heng was hooked, and fell into Zhou Heng's arms in a flash, and then Zhou Heng's warm palm covered his stomach, and Murong Qing's heart thumped, almost jumping out of his throat.

I saw Zhou Heng raised his eyebrows, leaned over, his throat rolled, and his hot breath sprayed on his face: "Dressed like this, are you trying to seduce me?"