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Murong Qing looked at Zhou Heng with wet eyes like a little rabbit, and after a while, he opened his lower lip and said inexplicably, "Master Heng, please let my father go, I can do whatever you want me to do."

Zhou Heng squinted his eyes, and his voice was full of anger: "Brother Qing, if it's a trial play, let's end here, please, don't scare me."

Murong Qing blinked his eyes, looking confused, it seemed that Zhou Heng was the weird one.

At this moment, Zhou Heng's mobile phone rang on the sofa in the living room. The ringtone was an episode of a TV series that Murong Qing sang in his early years. The voice was still a little immature, but the timbre was clear, like the babbling of a mountain stream:

Today is another rainy night, and it reminds me of your tenderness

Zhou Heng came back to his senses, picked up Murong Qing and strode out of the kitchen.

With the footsteps, the clichés of that era became more and more clear:

If I hadn't turned around and left that day, would you still love me?

I really want to go back to that day in that year, and never push you away from holding my arms

Zhou Heng put Murong Qing on the sofa, kissed the corner of his lips affectionately and naturally, picked up the mobile phone that was thrown on the sofa last night, took a look, and noted that it was Xiao Linzi.

Lin Yao, Murong Qing's assistant.

Looking for him!

Zhou Heng swiped the screen, sat down with his arms around Murong Qing's waist, and the other side was already eager to speak first.

Lin Yao said, "Brother Heng, is Brother Qing by your side?"

Zhou Heng glanced at Murong Qing in his arms: "Yes."

"Oh." Lin Yao seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "Then you give Brother Qing your phone, I couldn't get through to him."

Zhou Heng handed the phone to Murong Qing, and said in a low voice, "Xiao Linzi."

Murong Qing glanced at him in confusion, then lowered his eyes again, showing no intention of answering.

Zhou Heng frowned, turned on the loudspeaker, "Let's talk."

The other party was still a little hesitant, and stumbled: "That... Qing, Brother Qing, are you there?"

Seeing Lin Yao's aggressive behavior, Zhou Heng was obviously hiding something from him, and suddenly felt that Brother Qing's doing this was a trick.

So this is a test for him?

This test is too bloody, who came up with the idea, thank you so much! !

Anyway, he has already wiped out people, Brother Qing will never want to run away in this life, he has rough skin and thick flesh, at worst, he would kneel down on the durian and even kowtow to recognize it.

"It's in Lao Tzu's arms." Pi Cao is not afraid of boiling water, Zhou Heng yelled at Xiao Lin Zi impatiently: "What's the matter, I can't listen to it yet."

"No." Afraid of Zhou Heng, Lin Yao hurriedly said, "Isn't Brother Qing originally planning to give you a surprise, so he booked two tickets to country A, and I'll be waiting downstairs. There's still one hour and fifteen I'm going to take off at a different time, Brother Qing hasn't come down at this point, I'm afraid it will delay the schedule."

"Really?" Zhou Heng was overjoyed, hugged Murong Qing and kissed fiercely: "My good brother, I gave you a lot of surprises, I love you so much."

Lin Yao on the other end of the phone rolled his eyes, this forced him to be the Lord of Hell in front of others, but when he got to Brother Qing, he was a dog's leg, and he was not as quick as him to turn over his face.

Murong Qing lowered his eyebrows and didn't respond to Zhou Heng. If it wasn't for the blush on his face, Zhou Heng would have suspected that he was holding a doll.

Lin Yao heard that the other end of the phone was still talking, his ears were itchy, and his face was disgusted and flattering: "Brother Heng, it's raining again today, and the traffic jam is worse than usual when I come, or let's set off quickly Well, shall I go up to get my luggage?"

"Let's wait here." Zhou Heng finished talking and hung up the phone.

"It's not enough to wait, return him, him, and his mother to wait." Lin Yao looked around like a mole before he dared to vent, and after scolding, he stood up from the sofa in the hall with a dog's gall, "wait Just wait, whoever makes the boss have more money, huh."

"Chirp~~" Zhou Heng threw away his phone and pressed Murong Qing onto the sofa for another deep kiss, rubbing Murong Qing's soft stomach excitedly: "Brother Qing, I knew you were kind-hearted, we all want to You're married, so there's no need to hide it, right?"

Murong Qing's body was extremely sensitive, the soft flesh on his stomach was hot and dry from Zhou Heng's hand, he held his breath: "..."

"Brother Qing, I'm going to get you a meal right now." Zhou Heng didn't overdo it, he stood up quickly: "After breakfast, we'll set off. You must have packed your clothes, right?"

Murong Qing's eyes were startled, and she followed Zhou Heng to get up in panic: "Master Heng, I, I am Murong Qing, not Murong Xin, sister... I know that it is my sister who is sorry for you, and I also know that I am not as good as my sister, but she has Married, you..."

Zhou Heng stopped in his tracks, and the smile on his face gradually faded with Murong Qing's words. He could almost hear the sound of his own hair standing on end. When Murong Qing finished speaking, his whole body was soaked in coldness.

Turning around slowly, Zhou Heng narrowed his eyes and stared at Murong Qing: "Brother Qing, what nonsense are you talking about, why can't I understand a word?"

Murong Qing looked at Zhou Heng seriously, even with a little anger, his head suddenly hurt, his eyes turned black, and he fell down directly.

Zhou Heng quickly took Murong Qing into his arms, but Murong Qing was struggling unconsciously in his arms: "I'm sorry, I, I'll cook."

"Lie down!" Zhou Heng put Murong Qing on the sofa and put his head on his lap.

Murong Qing's eyes were dull for a while, then slowly closed, his body shivered a little, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered who couldn't control the fate of life and death, gave up struggling and let others slaughter him.

Zhou Heng stared deeply at Murong Qing's pale face, not missing any subtle changes on his face. He stretched out his hand to gently brush away the messy hair on his forehead, and then in his trembling, his fingertips brushed over his eyebrows and the bridge of his nose , twirling on his thin lips, seeing Murong Qing's tense appearance did not seem to be lying to him: "Brother Qing, my heart hurts a little."

Murong Qing didn't answer him, the huge high-rise living room was eerily silent.

Zhou Heng frowned and held up Murong Qing's head, bowed his waist and kissed away the teardrops from the corners of his eyes, feeling that he had never been so scared.

He didn't even think that one day he would hold his favorite brother Qing in his arms, and be afraid of being like this. At this moment, the blood in his body suddenly turned cold, as if it had frozen.

The person in front of him was clearly Murong Qing. His sense of smell was a thousand times higher than that of ordinary people, and he was able to distinguish the smell of Brother Qing, and even the subtle smell of every hair on his body.

However, although his brother Qing never showed his arrogance on his face, he was very cold and arrogant in his bones. , Brother Qing never gave anyone a chance to tease him, let alone bowed his head to anyone.

It is impossible for such a person to kneel down to put on his shoes and hand him water.

The contrast is too great!

Since last night, he should have felt that this was not the Brother Qing he was familiar with.

It's just that at that time he was dazzled by desire.

He wanted Murong Qing too much.

Finally, Zhou Heng confirmed again: "Brother Qing, I heard from Lin Yao that you booked a ticket to country A, you haven't forgotten it, have you?"

Sure enough, Murong Qing, who was rubbing his temples, opened his eyes suddenly, looked at him fearfully and innocently: "Lin Yao, who is Lin Yao?"

After finishing speaking, he seemed to be afraid that Zhou Heng might misunderstand something, and then said affirmatively: "Master Heng, I don't know him, and I don't want to run away..."

Before Murong Qing finished speaking, his head began to ache again, and he bowed in pain, looking pitiful.

"Okay." Zhou Heng hurriedly hugged Murong Qing to comfort him, patted his back with his big hands, touched his eyes, and said, "Go to sleep first, be obedient."

Even though he repeatedly warned himself to stay calm, Zhou Heng's fingers still trembled along with the eyelashes brushing against his palm.

It's okay, Brother Qing will be fine, don't be afraid, as long as you are still in his arms, everything will be fine.

Murong Qing opened his mouth, and finally softened his body obediently.

Zhou Heng rubbed Murong Qing's head with one hand, and touched the phone with the other: "Lin Yao, come up."

Lin Yao's flesh tightened when his name was called out in a serious manner, and he hurriedly handed the phone to the guard. The guard confirmed Zhou Heng's identity before letting Lin Yao in.

After Lin Yao knocked on the door, Zhou Heng voice controlled the door lock to open.

Murong Qing was lying on Zhou Heng's lap, Zhou Heng lowered his head, as if he wanted his loved ones at any time.

Lin Yao who came in caught off guard and ate dog food.

Hearing someone enter the door, Murong Qing's body tensed up again, and even turned sideways in embarrassment and leaned against Zhou Heng's lower abdomen.

Lin Yao's mouth was parched, and he quickly lowered his head after Zhou Heng's sharp gaze: "Brother Heng, Brother Qing."

Seeing that Murong Qing was really nervous, Zhou Heng gave up the idea of ​​interrogating him again, took a pillow and moved Murong Qing's head up, squatted on the side and kissed him, and said softly: "It's nothing, just take a moment, I have something to see him. "

Murong Qing thought about it, but his head was very dizzy, and he didn't even have the strength to speak, so he didn't try to be brave, just moved his arms to press on his eyes.

Zhou Heng got up and took the sofa blanket to cover Murong Qing, and hooked his finger at Lin Yao.

Zhou Heng's house is very big, there are three balconies on the first floor alone.

He went straight to the north balcony corresponding to the living room. This place facing the city's world-famous tourist alley was not sunny. The scenery was very nice, but Zhou Heng didn't care to appreciate it, so he directly turned his back to the floor-to-ceiling windows and faced the sofa area.

Seeing the wonderful interaction between the two of them just now, Lin Yao suspected that Zhou Gou had made Brother Qing angry again.

He came to the balcony with a little fear, and decided to save himself before the innocent suffer: "Heng, Brother Heng, the plane is about to be delayed..."

"Brother Qing," Zhou Heng withdrew his eyes, and at that second, his warm eyes turned cold. Lin Yao groaned in his heart, and heard Zhou Heng say, "It seems to be sick."

"Ah?" Lin Yao, who was waiting to be a punching bag, was a little overwhelmed: "Brother Heng..."

"Did Brother Qing suffer from stomach problems recently?" Zhen opened his mouth, but Zhou Heng's mind was in a mess: "Or did you get injured during filming, such as your head?"

Looking at Zhou Gou's gloomy face that was about to rain, Lin Yao carefully recalled it before he dared to speak: "No, brother Qing hasn't had a stomach problem for a year, and he was not injured during filming. Recently, he was filming a drama of the Republic of China, so there is no danger. Action, uh... if it hurts..."

Zhou Heng's ears were perked up visibly, and his fingers were clenched into fists as he stared at Lin Yao's mouth: "Last Wednesday, the first night I left from here, brother Qing was accidentally scratched by a book while calling you. Broken finger, but only a drop of blood."

After finishing speaking, hearing Zhou Heng's grinding teeth, Lin Yao hurriedly put down his middle finger gesturing in the air and looked at him pitifully: "Does it count?"

oh~

Zhou Heng resisted the urge to join in: "Brother Qing, hasn't he been filming strange scenes recently, such as selling himself to save his father, committing himself to begging for help, being bullied and being taken care of?"

"Ah?" Lin Yao seriously suspected that Zhou Heng's brain was fooled, but he could only play tricks on himself to cooperate: "No, no, as far as the drama of the Republic of China is concerned, you personally checked it. The three views are very correct, and Director Jiang's drama is not allowed. It’s a show, Brother Qing’s variety show has also stopped, and I did a promotion for the first screening of "Looking for the Monster" two days ago."

"Then," Zhou Heng asked, "Have you received a similar new script?"

The sweat in Lin Yao's palms rubbed against his trouser legs: "No!"

Didn't you say that the big wedding is coming soon, so you are not allowed to arrange a new itinerary for Brother Qing.

"Did you drive the car unsteadily, hit your head, or accidentally bumped into a door or wall while walking, and the bed board was too hard and your head hurt."

"No, no." Lin Yao was about to piss in fright: "Brother Qing has always been steady, Wang Zhong is an old driver, and when he goes out, he meets the highest standards for food, clothing, housing and transportation according to your requirements. Excuse me, Brother Qing...is it because you have a headache? ?”

"Brother Qing," Zhou Heng stared at Lin Yao, "I was afraid of me since we met last night."

"Uh..." Sure enough, Lin Yao was very shameless: "Puff! Uh...cough cough cough..."

"That's right," Zhou Heng narrowed his eyes, not feeling that there was anything wrong with his wife's strict management, and said very seriously, "This is very abnormal."

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it." After Lin Yao apologized earnestly, he analyzed seriously: "Brother Heng, you...are you thinking too much." You are dreaming!

Lin Yao thought about Zhou Heng's fear, if Brother Qing was afraid of him, at most he was afraid of his death.

He really saw Zhou Heng's hanging by accident. It was thick, big, invincible, and not human.

Just playing at the beach a few months ago, Zhou Gou is cheap, insisting on kissing brother Qing in the sea.

He was also there that day, kissing Brother Qing and slapping Zhou Gou, and then came out of the water angrily. When Zhou Gou chased him out, he happened to see Zhou Gou's torn swimming trunks.

In the end, Zhou Gou took the swimming trunks he wanted to change into.

Brother Qing wanted to break up with Zhou Heng because of this matter, Zhou Gou asked why, Brother Qing said coolly: "The hanging is too big."

When Lin Yao was full of yellow waste, Zhou Heng took a step closer to Lin Yao, his muscular waist was pressed down like a leopard hunting: "You don't want to think about it again, what is Brother Qing that I don't know about recently?"

"Uh..." Lin Yao swallowed, God knows how much effort he had to hold back his receding feet: "No, no more."

Zhou Heng took another step closer, using the keenness of a beast to figure out the truthfulness of Lin Yao's words.

Just when Lin Yao couldn't help but look away, Murong Qing over there slowed down, got off the sofa, and went straight to the kitchen.

Zhou Heng ignored Lin Yao, ran back to the living room quickly, and followed Murong Qing into the kitchen: "Brother Qing, why are you up?"

"I cook." After Murong Qing answered in a low voice, he went to start the fire.

Zhou Heng hugged Murong Qing from behind, and grabbed his hand, "Brother Qing, are you hungry, you wait obediently." His gentle voice suddenly changed: "Xiao Linzi, come over to cook."

When Zhou Heng walked out of the kitchen with Murong Qing in his arms, Murong Qing looked at Lin Yao and said anxiously, "Master Heng, no, it's not good, let me do it."

Lin Yao caught sight of the way Murong Qing looked at him, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he became dumb from fright.

Brother Qing's gaze was as if he was showing a stranger.

Good guy, what kind of play is this husband and wife singing? You don't have to scare him if you want to get fired from his post, right?

Zhou Heng walked to the partition cabinet with Murong Qing in his arms, took a small jar of biscuits, opened it, took out a piece from it, and fed it to Murong Qing's mouth: "I'm hungry, eat two pads first."

Murong Qing obediently opened his mouth to hold it, and then said vaguely, "I'm not hungry."

Even so, when Zhou Heng fed him again, he still obediently opened his mouth to eat.

Zhou Heng looked at Murong Qing's pretty face propped up by his bulging cheeks, and his pink lips stained with biscuit crumbs, and couldn't help but push Murong Qing against the partition cabinet: "It's your turn to feed me."

Murong Qing breathed out, froze for a moment, hurriedly swallowed the unchewed biscuit in his mouth, and reached out to grab the biscuit from Zhou Heng's hand.

Zhou Heng quickly put the biscuit box on the cabinet, took out a piece from it, put it between Murong Qing's lips, and said in a deep voice, "Feed it with your mouth."

Murong Qing's ears turned red with embarrassment. After hesitating for a few seconds, he raised his head and tiptoed to close his eyes like a beautiful tamed deer, and put the biscuit he picked up to Zhou Heng's mouth with his lips.

Lin Yao, who came out of the kitchen, dropped the spatula in his hand.

As a result, he was almost killed by Zhou Heng's eyes: "Well, no, Brother Heng, I just asked if there is salt in the vegetables in the pot."

Lin Yao quickly reheated the two fried dishes and brought out two more bowls of porridge.

Looking at the two people eating slowly at the dining table, he scratched his heart and lungs, and really wanted to ask if they were still in time to catch the plane, and he also really wanted to see the outside world.

When Zhou Heng and Murong Qing finish their breakfast after feeding each other, the plane will definitely be late.

Zhou Heng took out a napkin and slowly wiped Murong Qing's mouth.

Murong Qing blushed and got up to clean up the dishes. Lin Yao had just stood up from the sofa and before he went over to take over, he heard Zhou Heng say, "This is how you serve people. Here, come and wipe my mouth."

Lin Yaoxin said: This dog is driven crazy, shaking M for smoke?

In the end, he saw Murong Qing quickly put down the bowl and chopsticks to take out a napkin, and heard Zhou Heng say again: "Use your mouth!"

Lin Yao stared wide-eyed and howled in his heart: Judgment, decision, this guy wants to die!

Then, he saw Murong Qing glance at him like a frightened bird, and after a while, he moved to Zhou Heng, who was held by Zhou Heng's waist and pulled, and his left knee fell on Zhou Heng's knee, bowing his head , stuck out the tip of her pink tongue, and licked the corner of Zhou Heng's lips tremblingly.

Lin Yao's brain suddenly collapsed, and when he woke up, Murong Qing had already packed up the dishes and brought them into the kitchen.

Zhou Heng withdrew his eyes from Murong Qing's back, turned his head to Lin Yao, and became cold: "Why, remember?"

Lin Yao was stunned, glanced at Murong Qing's back, and his tongue was tied up: "Think, think, remember, yesterday morning, brother Qing went to the Time Club and made memory storage."

The author has something to say: Lin Yao: This hand-splitting is innovative, and I remember it deeply.

Murong Qing swallowed: I... just talking.

Zhou Heng: Brother, I can transform into one, as big as you want.

Dedicated to the thick and long, the big treasures that have not been collected yet, please collect them, articles and chapters can be collected, okay, the red envelopes continue~~~