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If you want to accurately find the book corresponding to Murong Qing's personality, you have to use more clichés from Murong Qing's mouth.

Unless he had to, Zhou Heng didn't want Murong Qing to do hypnosis again in a short time.

After a peaceful night, Murong Qing woke up before seven o'clock the next morning, but this was in line with Murong Qing's original biological clock. If he didn't stay up late, he would wake up at around six fifty, and it was cold Will lie down for a while after waking up.

The weather is slightly cold now, but Murong Qing, who has amnesia, doesn't want to be Zhou Heng's prey in the morning, so he hastily rolled over and got out of bed as soon as he opened his eyes.

As soon as he moved his legs out of the bed, Zhou Heng hugged his waist. He panicked for a while, but fortunately Zhou Heng just leaned over to the back of his head, kissed him and then let go.

As soon as Murong Qing was let go, he hurriedly jumped out of bed, said "I'll cook" and ran away.

As soon as Murong Qing left, Zhou Heng rolled on the bed agitatedly, wrapped his head in the quilt, bit the place where Murong Qing had passed his neck, and groaned a few times, almost suffocating himself, before throwing off the quilt and lying down On the bed, there was a big character.

Zhou Heng stared at the ceiling: "Xiaoqing."

The voice that resembled Murong Qing's nine points immediately responded crisply: "Yes, master, what are your orders."

Originally wanted to ask brother Xiao Qingqing what was going on in his head, but suddenly felt that the more he asked, the more confused he became, so he changed his mind and said, "Let me play Brother Qing's "Last Night Without Dreams."

"Okay." After Xiaoqing finished answering, following the notification sound of 'ding', Murong Qing's clear and indifferent voice that has the charm of calming people's mood came out melodiously:

I hide alone on the edge of the city,

Counting the twilight lights one by one,

Recall the love words you once said,

Let loneliness bury me bit by bit.

I look at the colorful world,

The city gives people the illusion that it is not too far away,

I stretched out my hands but couldn't hold your temperature,

Restlessness and emptiness infect my loneliness.

I stay at the origin where you left,

Never leave a step,

I hate myself for not having wings to fly to the bottom of your heart,

Hate carrying your memory too little enough for me to recall.

……

Miss you, miss you, I miss you endlessly,

I lie where I once hugged you,

Sleeping in this starless night,

I look forward to seeing you in my dreams when you fall asleep.

……

This song was sung by Brother Qing shortly after he broke up with the previous scumbag. It is called "No Dreams Last Night". injured.

Not only the lyrics, but also the voice is full of sadness.

Six years ago, if only he hadn't left, if only he could have been with him all the time...

This song nourished his ears but also hurt his lungs. Zhou Heng bared his teeth sadly, with his arms pressed against his eyes, and it took him a long time to jump up from the bed and go to the bathroom to wash off.

Same as yesterday, Zhou Heng went downstairs to run on the treadmill. Not long after, Murong Qing cooked the meal and put it on the table, calling him for breakfast.

Zhou Heng got off the treadmill, casually brushed off the beads of sweat dripping from his face, and quickly grabbed Murong Qing's left shoulder when Murong Qing turned around, leaned over and kissed him on the face: "Chirp~ Thank you for your hard work."

Murong Qing clenched his palms and built bricks one by one without leaving a single gap in his heart that opened again at some point.

Zhou Heng seemed to be accustomed to any appearance of Murong Qing, and walked to the restaurant with his arms around him affectionately.

Breakfast is still one meat and two vegetables, porridge, two hard-boiled eggs and a plate of small steamed buns. This kind of quick-frozen small steamed buns are packaged in bags.

Murong Qing steamed another 12 today.

This brand of steamed buns Murong Qing often buys and eats. He is more homely, so this is convenient to eat, so you don't have to worry about the taste becoming stale after a long time.

During the years when Zhou Heng was a dog, Murong Qing had been eating it all the time. A bag of steamed buns included twelve steamed buns, six flavors and four colors, corn flour, sweet potato noodles, white flour, miscellaneous grain noodles, strawberry and bean paste stuffing.

At that time, Murong Qing only ate four, while he ate twenty.

No wonder Murong Qing hated him when it was time to eat in those three years. You must know that he ate 20, sausage and a bowl of rice for a meal.

just now……

He definitely didn't dislike Brother Qing for eating too much, but for Qing's stomach, Zhou Heng had to eat two more. In the end, Murong Qing ate two less than yesterday, and ate six.

and two hard boiled eggs.

After eating, Murong Qing burped, and quickly got up to clean up the dishes with a blushing face.

Coming out of the kitchen, Murong Qing saw Zhou Heng who was still sitting at the dining table fiddling with his mobile phone, staring at him for a moment, as if asking him why he didn't leave.

Zhou Heng smiled at Murong Qing's slightly pursed lips, without any embarrassment: "Today, is there anywhere you want to go? I'll accompany you."

Murong Qing frowned imperceptibly, then shook his head: "No."

He is pregnant, maybe he will leave here in a few days, even the day after tomorrow or tomorrow, and he will have to run around. Before that, he doesn't want to stand when he can sit, let alone go out.

Zhou Heng narrowed his eyes: "Oh, then stay at home first, and we'll go out when you think about it."

Brother Qing of his family is an internationally renowned actor, and three months ago he won the title of International Double Actor.

Murong Qing frowned and nodded, then said: "I'll go up and water the flowers."

Zhou Heng stood up, and just about to say that he was going to go with him, when he saw that Murong Qing had already turned around to leave, he rubbed his nose resentfully, and decided to give Murong Qing some private space.

Zhou Heng poured a cup of tea to drink, and slowly went upstairs, but saw Murong Qing standing at the door of his bedroom with a hesitant expression on his face. Seeing him coming, he subconsciously took a step towards him: "Brother Heng, I, I want to take Get on the tablet."

"..." To make you escape so quickly in the morning, Zhou Heng muttered something in his heart, strode up to Murong Qing and hugged him: "Don't ask me about such trivial matters."

Zhou Heng said as he walked, and when he entered the door, he bent down and kissed Murong Qing's ear, and said softly, "Everything in this room belongs to you, including—me."

Murong Qing's pupils zoomed in and out, and he felt a firework explode in his head. The bang and bang made him almost faint. He paused, feeling the man's ambiguous breath on his face, burning from the side of his face to his heart.

No, can't!

Suddenly there was a low growl in his heart, Murong Qing gritted his teeth, immediately regained consciousness, and quickly recovered the lost three seconds.

Murong Qing's hand was stuck to his stomach again, he is not alone now, he must have the courage to leave this man.

Only in this way can he bear the title of father.

Zhou Heng frowned quickly after seeing a trace of emotion on Murong Qing's face, and then he built a thick stone wall again, and his face returned to expressionless.

He didn't bother too much. After letting Murong Qing get the tablet smoothly, he watched Murong Qing go out. He walked to the French window and lit a cigarette.

Murong Qing went to the third floor with the tablet in his arms, and put the tablet on a swing chair in a corner that was some distance away from the French windows and the entrance. Yesterday he realized that he would feel chest tightness and shortness of breath when standing in front of the French windows, as if subconsciously afraid of heights.

After filling the shower with water, he put it on the stone pier next to the swing. While looking at the entrance, he slowly rolled up his sleeves, looking like he was making preparations.

But when he folded his sleeves up, Zhou Heng didn't come up.

He quickly picked up the tablet, turned around and sat on the swing, turned it on, and searched.

He landed on the ground with his legs stretched out, not the slightest bit of comfort that sitting on a swing should have.

Omega Sanctuary

Pregnancy Unlabeled Omega Sanctuary

Sure enough, it was really hard to find this secret agency not supported by the government. All he found were all kinds of advertisements, games and book promotions.

Murong Qing entered again:

300 million access funds Omega Sanctuary

Entrance to Paradise Without Pregnancy Omega

……

One of the webpages: Another world you don’t know, we promise to create a paradise for Omega for you, Omega that can give birth to children, an experience beyond imagination... (It’s actually a trading website with color.)

Murong Qing's eyes lit up, and he quickly clicked in, but it turned out to be a page where he directly asked to enter the card number and ID number. It was a fraudulent website.

He tried a few others, but still couldn't find them. He was a little discouraged. It would be great if his phone was there, where he saved a few URLs called 'Omega Sanctuary' that were about to surface.

Murong Qing hesitated for a while, then quickly searched for pregnancy nutrients and pregnancy recipes.

Then, Murong Qing plunged into the ocean of knowledge.

He read a lot of contraindications during pregnancy and foods that are good for fetal growth. After watching for two hours, Zhou Heng didn't come up. When he was about to search for Omega's pre-pregnancy precautions, Zhou Heng came up.

It's past ten o'clock.

Zhou Heng was scratching his heart and lungs below. He didn't look at Murong Qing who was sick, but he felt uneasy in his heart.

It was only when Zhou Heng approached that Murong Qing came to his senses. He directly turned off the tablet and put it beside him, and stood up from the swing chair.

Because of guilty conscience, Murong Qing didn't dare to look directly at Zhou Heng. He pretended to be calm and took the watering can beside him, ready to water the lavender.

Zhou Heng noticed Murong Qing's small movements, but he didn't show it on his face. He walked over slowly, stood in front of the newly planted lavender flower bed, and looked down at the beautiful lavender seedlings that had stretched out their branches and leaves: "Growing!" good."

Zhou Heng spoke in a chatty tone, and Murong Qing relaxed. He walked slowly to the front of the flower garden, and replied, "Mm, Mr. Nan Rui helped a lot."

After finishing speaking, Murong Qing bent down to sprinkle water on the flower seedlings.

Zhou Heng didn't get close like last time, and didn't put any pressure on Murong Qing. He patiently stood two meters away and watched Murong Qing's movements, and waited for Murong Qing to go back and forth twice to water all the flower seedlings before he spoke softly: "What do you want to eat at noon, do you want to eat out, or at home?"

Hearing Zhou Heng begging for his opinion, Murong Qing turned around inadvertently, and looked at Zhou Heng's black eyes that were gazing tenderly at him. For a moment, he felt a little uncomfortable and a little throbbing. : "It's fine, I'll listen to you."

"Okay." Zhou Heng nodded, and looked down at the time: "Then I will make the decision. I will cook at noon. You should be busy. Remember to come down for dinner at twelve o'clock."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Heng turned around to leave, Murong Qing let out a sigh of relief, Zhou Heng changed his attention instantly when he heard Murong Qing's soft sigh, he looked back at Murong Qing, blinked his eyes: "Why don't you come here I will cook."

Murong Qing was stunned for a moment at first, and then his facial expression seemed to be cracked, venting something, after a while he put the shower pot in his hand on the edge of the flower bed, and said, "Okay."

Zhou Heng walked calmly, Murong Qing followed behind him, and the two of them went downstairs. Zhou Heng took out the dishes from the refrigerator that could not be cut directly, and he ordered Murong Qing to pick and wash them, while he cut them himself. Meat.

Zhou Heng prepared a lot of ingredients. He made a sweet and sour pork ribs. Murong Qing hadn't finished the preparatory work yet.

Zhou Heng turned the heat to the minimum, picked up a piece of boneless meat with chopsticks, put it to his mouth, blew it, and then touched it with his lips. At that moment, Murong Qing just washed the vegetables and handed them back to the vegetable cutting area. I glanced at Zhou Heng from the corner of my eye.

After receiving it, I saw Zhou Heng tested the temperature of the piece of meat with his lips, then walked towards him, and handed the chopsticks for holding the meat in front of him: "Taste the salty and sweet."

Murong Qing was stunned by such an ordinary and warm sentence. He looked at Zhou Heng's expectant eyes, and his eye sockets felt sore and hot.

For about three seconds, Murong Qing took a step back: "I, I can do as long as it suits your taste."

Zhou Heng frowned, pulled him into his arms and hugged him tightly, his face was a little unhappy, although he didn't lose his temper, but his tone was a bit tough: "Take some face, Ah Qing, you know, I've never been so humble. , if I didn't like you!"

He said this sentence once when he was chasing Murong Qing.

When he chased Murong Qing to the bottleneck, he was forced by Murong Qing's firm attitude. He insisted on asking what happened, but Murong Qing still said flatly: "Before the age of 30, don't talk about it."

He was angry and irritable, so he pulled him into his arms and held him tightly, not letting him go: "What on earth do you want, brother Qing, I have never been so low to anyone, promise me that I will die!"

At that time, when he saw Murong Qing also had the same expression, a gleam flashed in his eyes, which disappeared in an instant, but at that time, Murong Qing raised his face and looked directly at him coldly and said very honestly: "Then please don't like me." .”

It was just that gleam of light, Zhou Heng knew that Murong Qing was a little tempted by him.

But now Murong Qing silently resisted for a while, then moved closer and ate the meat into his mouth.

Then he narrowed his eyes and said, "Exactly."

When he saw Murong Qing who said it was just right, the tips of his ears blushed secretly. It seems that Murong Qing's current personality design is not completely unfeeling towards him.

Zhou Heng hooked the corner of his lower lip in satisfaction, let Murong Qing go generously, turned around and took the sweet and sour pork ribs out of the pot, and then handed it to Murong Qing: "Take out the dishes, you go and rest too, I will do the rest, If you are hungry, the rice has already been steamed, so you can prepare it first."

Murong Qing took the plate from Zhou Heng and whispered, "I'm not hungry."

Murong Qing went out, and finally took a breath, but found that after a while, he couldn't help looking through the frosted glass door, following the tall figure who was busy back and forth.

What exactly do you want this person to do?

Can you stop teasing him!

He's going... crazy!

The lunch was very rich, steamed rice, six dishes, one chicken soup and one vegetable tofu soup. Murong Qing knew that Zhou Heng could cook, but he didn't expect him to be so patient.

After Zhou Heng finished his work, Murong Qing filled Zhou Heng with rice, asked his opinion, and filled him with tofu soup.

After finishing all this and sitting down, he didn't say thank you or praise, but the appearance of sitting on the dining chair was very ceremonial.

Zhou Heng looked at the person sitting across from him with a stiff back, and couldn't help but feel a little helpless. He picked up a chopstick and put it on Murong Qing's dinner plate, "Ah Qing, eat."

Only then did Murong Qing pick up the chopsticks, and lowered his head to eat the food Zhou Heng gave him, looking a bit dull.

Murong Qing didn't add much food at the beginning, Zhou Heng asked him if the food was not to his liking, Murong Qing said it was delicious, and then, as if confirming what he said, he wiped out the two dishes at a speed like a storm.

Still very picky eaters, chicken soup, carrots.

Zhou Heng had almost finished his meal. Looking at Murong Qing who was still slowly feeding himself extra meals, he had a thought: "Ah Qing, why don't I take you on a trip? Have you heard of country A? Fallen island nation."

One of the chopsticks in Murong Qing's hand snapped off, and he seemed quite frightened. He swallowed the food in his mouth forcefully, picked up the chopsticks silently, and carefully placed them on the porcelain bowl with two mouthfuls of rice left in front of him.

There was enough time to pray after dinner before he looked up at Zhou Heng.

He looked at Zhou Heng's sharp chin, looked at Zhou Heng's heartless and beautiful thin lips, and finally fell on his narrow, thin, cool, masculine eyes with obvious sharp swords. For a moment: "Brother Heng, it's not good."

Zhou Heng's eyes were shaken, he raised his hand to rub his chin, and looked at Murong Qing silently.

Murong Qing took a tissue and wiped his mouth, lowered his eyebrows and said slowly, "You're getting married in 25 days, if Miss Ye finds out, it's time to make trouble again."

Zhou Heng's eyes widened suddenly: What? ? ? ! ! !