Borrowing a Kiss

After returning to the apartment, Liang Muqiu didn't let Cen Nan in when he reached the eleventh floor.

He stood inside the door with the bouquet of roses in his arms, with exquisite eyebrows, and for a moment he couldn't tell who was prettier, he or the roses.

Especially with thorns.

Liang Muqiu said, "Don't follow me, go back to your own home. We've had breakfast, and I've collected the flowers. Now I'm tired of you and don't want to see you."

Cen Nan didn't even expect to go in.

He knew that he was nothing to Liang Muqiu, and he would come and go as soon as he was called.But he didn't have any dissatisfaction, and was even quite happy.

But he was obviously taller than Liang Muqiu, but he deliberately bent down, approached, stared at Liang Muqiu with a pair of thick black eyes, and asked, "Then can I come tonight?"

Liang Muqiu looked uncomfortable, and said, "Why are you here, if you want to see edamame, I can give it to you."

Cen Nan said bluntly, "Come and see you."

Liang Muqiu was startled.

He didn't say yes or no, he held the door handle and pushed Cen Nan out.

"Let's talk again, depending on my mood."

Liang Muqiu entered the house, locked the door, and the house became clean again.

He dug out a large vase from the storage room, inserted all the roses in it in one go, and placed it on the small rattan table on the balcony. Under the sunlight, the flowers looked extraordinarily ostentatious.

He drove Cen Nan back to bed, but he didn't catch up on sleep. After making Maodou breakfast, he continued to write the script.

He didn't finish his work at night, and he didn't care about talking to Cen Nan.

The next day, at [-] p.m., he changed his clothes and went to meet his other two co-writers on the project.

The three found a private room in a coffee shop to further refine the plot of each episode.

These two co-screenwriters are his younger sister and younger brother. They are still very young. They have just entered the university campus not long ago. The boy is called Zhu Tao and the girl is called Huang Yaqiong. They were also met by his teacher at the beginning, and they have been in contact with him a few times. .

Because of this extra layer of relationship, although he is in charge of this project, the two young people are not afraid of strangers, talking to him about everything, and sticking to him to order cakes.

Liang Muqiu also responded with a good temper, but just laughed at them, "Drink less coffee, wait for you to work for a few more years, and by my time, coffee will be useless."

Huang Yaqiong touched her eyes with lingering fear, "I can't help it, I'm always sleepy if I don't drink. Ever since I entered this business, no matter how expensive the eye cream is, it doesn't help."

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but glance at Liang Muqiu enviously. Liang Muqiu didn't wear make-up like her. She wore a plain T-shirt casually, but her skin was unbelievably good. Her lips were red and her teeth were white. Compared with those celebrities, Liang Muqiu was not much worse.

Really more popular than dead people.

She couldn't help asking Liang Muqiu, "Brother, how do you take care of yourself? Teach me, I feel like I'm about ten years old."

Liang Muqiu took a sip of coffee, without looking up, and sent her four words: "It's all due to genes. My mother always looks young, and I have genetics."

Huang Yaqiong was so choked that she had nothing to say, she lowered her head resentfully, and continued to study the script.

The three of them kept busy until the evening. The first fifteen episodes had just been finished. They rested on the sofa for a short while. The coffee had bottomed out, so they refilled it again.

What Liang Muqiu and the others are doing this time is a love light comedy. The heroine has been single until she was thirty before she met her first love, and then fell in love. A series of funny and bloody things happened, so there must be various moving The story of a young girl's heart.

Thinking about these romantic plots, Huang Yaqiong felt that her brain was about to be hollowed out, and there were three more lines on her forehead.

She looked at her senior brother Liang, although he was nearly thirty years old, he was still very handsome, he looked like a master in the field of romance, and couldn't help but want to dig out something from him.

"Brother, please contribute some ideas to us. What kind of romantic plots did you have in your previous relationships?" She looked eagerly at Liang Muqiu, "Aren't you very experienced?"

Liang Muqiu was still working on documents. Hearing the slander at first, he couldn't help but raise his head, "Who told you that? How come I have rich experience."

"Teacher Luo said it," Huang Yaqiong said with a look of course, "He said that you are popular at school, and there will be a long queue of people chasing you, but you have lived among thousands of flowers, and you are passionate everywhere. Show no mercy."

She glanced at Liang Muqiu's face, and quickly added, "This is Teacher Luo's original words, not mine."

Liang Muqiu: "..."

This teacher Luo is none other than his mentor, Mr. Luo Wen.

Mr. Luo is good at everything, but he runs the train with his mouth full when he is happy. He can render three points into ten points. He really deserves to be born to be a screenwriter.

Liang Muqiu could only swallow the insults that came to his lips.

"Don't listen to the teacher's nonsense, I will soon become a monk after entering this industry." Liang Muqiu took a sip of coffee, "Your senior brother only talked about it, and it was seven or eight years ago."

Huang Yaqiong laughed, "Isn't that the first love?"

She thought that seven or eight years had passed, so it shouldn't be considered as exposing someone's scars, and she asked again, "He should be an outstanding person who can make you fall in love with Senior Brother?"

Now even Zhu Tao became energetic and looked over curiously.

Liang Muqiu was usually the most impatient to answer these questions.

But he looked at the screen and remembered the bouquet of roses he received in the morning, and his temper eased a bit.

"It's pretty good," he said, "but it had nothing to do with that when I saw him. I just saw him as handsome."

His sexual orientation is not a secret anymore, so he didn't deliberately avoid it, and he smiled after he finished speaking.

He slowly suggested to his junior sister, "But don't look at your face like I did, it's not good, and it's easy to run into bastards."

But he himself didn't know how seductive his smile was just now.

Huang Yaqiong laughed so hard that she couldn't believe his follow-up advice, and asked, "Which one of you two confessed first? Is there any romantic plot? Let me learn from it."

Who confessed first?

Liang Muqiu paused, his expression became a little subtle.

He glanced out the window, and for a moment, he seemed to have returned to that rainy summer, the empty teaching building, the wet shirt, and the body temperature of two people hugging each other.

"I confessed it," he said softly, "but he told me that he was the one who moved first."

In the summer of [-], he went to confess without thinking of himself, thinking that he was desperate, thinking that if he didn't get a response, he would fall to pieces like a dying person jumping off a cliff.

But Cen Nan supported him steadily, not letting his heart break to the ground.

To this day, he still clearly remembers that moment of tenderness.

He was thinking about old things in his mind, and his subordinates made a mistake, typed a line of garbled characters and quickly deleted it.

Seeing that Huang Yaqiong was eager to try and wanted to ask again, he quickly interrupted, "Okay, stop, what should you two do. My love affair was very ordinary back then, and there was no romantic plot that I could offer you. I used it myself."

Huang Yaqiong puffed her face, very disappointed that she couldn't find the material.

But she wisely didn't ask any more questions, and continued to rack her brains, wrestling with the subject matter in front of her.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Liang Muqiu closed the computer and announced that today's work had come to an end.

He is the oldest and the person in charge. He originally wanted to invite his junior sisters and younger brothers to dinner, but he didn't want the young people to have a rich social life, so he already had an appointment.

Huang Yaqiong and Zhu Tao were enthusiastic and invited him to go with them.

"I'll forget it," Liang Muqiu waved his hand, "If you don't join in the fun, there's a dog waiting for me at home."

He swears that when he said that, the only thing he was thinking of was Edamame.

But almost as soon as he finished speaking, his cell phone rang, and Cen Nan's name flashed on the screen.

Liang Muqiu's expression was subtle for a while, he had been working all day but he forgot that there was a big dog here, waiting to "wag its tail" to him.

He answered the phone.

Cen Nan really asked, "Qiuqiu, are you at home?"

"No, I'm going to talk to someone about work."

"So are you finished?"

Liang Muqiu looked at the two chatting and packing up in front of him, and told the truth, "It's over."

Sure enough, it climbed up along the pole.

"Then can I pick you up? I want to have dinner with you and then go to the movies."

Liang Muqiu tapped his fingers on the table, "You have made good arrangements, and there are after-dinner activities."

But today he thought he was stuck in traffic, so he came here by subway, and it would be nice to have a free driver.

He thought for a while and said, "Come on, No. 25 Xiangli Road, Emerald Stone Cafe."

Cen Nan came very quickly.

Before Zhu Tao and Huang Yaqiong left, Cen Nan's car was already parked by the side of the road.

The two thought that Liang Muqiu had an appointment with a friend just now, but seeing such a handsome freshman smiling at Liang Muqiu outside the window, the fools thought they were friends, and they looked at Liang Muqiu together.

Liang Muqiu blushed when they saw him, and said, "What are you looking at?"

The three of them went out together.

Huang Yaqiong arched Liang Muqiu's arm. She still remembered what Liang Muqiu said she had just talked about, and asked with a smile, "Brother, is that your friend, or your second spring? So handsome."

Liang Muqiu knocked her on the head with the information, and pushed the door open again.

"Neither. You two should gossip less and work more."

After finishing speaking, he ignored his brothers and sisters and walked straight to Cen Nan.

Now that the night was dim and the moon was shining brightly, Cen Nan was standing on the side of the road. Although he was dressed casually, he was naturally good-looking, with long legs and narrow waist. Standing there casually could attract countless eyes.

Liang Muqiu thought as he walked.

Where did the second spring come from? After going around for ten years, the one who has been entangled endlessly is still his mother's first love.