Borrowing a Kiss

That night, Song Wei didn't leave, and stayed directly at Liang Muqiu's house. He stayed at Liang Muqiu's house for a long time, and he had pajamas and everything.

The only downside is that Liang Muqiu only has basic moisturizing skin care products, not to mention facial masks, not even a bottle of essence.I almost wonder if he is gay.

Song Wei stared at his bare sink, looked at Liang Muqiu's blushing little face full of wonder, thinking that genes are so magical?

He had met Liang Muqiu's mother, she was also outstandingly good-looking, her skin seemed to be glowing, her temperament was elegant and calm, Liang Muqiu's face was completely inherited from her.

Liang Muqiu had already climbed into bed, and Song Wei came out of the bathroom, instead of going to the guest room, he sat down on Liang Muqiu's bed, pointed to his swollen eyes from crying, "How can I see people tomorrow, those who don't know think I was Dumped it."

Liang Muqiu was happy.

He didn't cry much, but his eye sockets were wet, and his eyes were still bright and clear as usual.

He reached out and touched Song Wei's eyelids, still a little hot, "You said you, it's not your ex who returned to China, what are you doing? I'll go to the refrigerator and get you something cold, and you can apply cold compresses for half an hour."

After speaking, he went to the kitchen, and when he came back, he took two stainless steel ice cubes, wrapped them in paper towels, and handed them to Song Wei.

Song Wei lay next to him and applied ice.

When they were in high school, they often slept together like this. At that time, Song Wei and Liang Muqiu's house were very close, and they often visited each other after school, and stayed overnight when it was getting late.

Such opportunities are rare in adulthood.

Song Wei also thought so.

He was bored with cold compresses on his eyelids, and he couldn't look at his phone.

He picked up a stainless steel ice cube and opened his eyes to look at Liang Muqiu.

Liang Muqiu was wearing pajamas, deep red, with a soft white face and handsome features. Even if he was working with a notebook, he looked as good-looking as a model in a magazine.

He has been friends with Liang Muqiu for more than ten years, and he even knows at what age Liang Muqiu's teeth changed. Although Liang Muqiu has lived in seclusion these years and devoted himself to work, but such a juicy cabbage is as many as a wild boar wants to marry.

Never thought about it, but in the end it was cheaper for Cen Nan.

He was really sad.

Liang Muqiu's script was well revised, but Song Wei's gaze made him shudder, and he turned his head to look at him, "What are you looking at?"

Song Wei shook his head and didn't say tactfully, "It's nothing."

He lay on the bed for a while, he thought of one more thing, hesitantly bit his lip.

After a while, he thought about it, and poked Liang Muqiu anyway.

"Actually, there's something I didn't tell you."

Liang Muqiu's eyes were still on the computer, without raising his head, "What's the matter?"

Song Wei pouted, "Don't be angry with me, that is, about three or four years ago, Cen Nan seemed to come back to you once."

Liang Muqiu's hand typing on the keyboard suddenly stopped.

He turned his head to look at Song Wei, "How do you know?"

Song Wei took the ice off his face, his eyelids were not so swollen anymore, his eyes were harmless drooping eyes, but at the moment he felt a little guilty, "I didn't mean to hide it from you, at that time you I just accepted a project and went out of town with your mentor. You didn’t move at that time, and you still lived in the Yulan apartment next to our school, do you remember?”

Of course Liang Muqiu remembered.

He stayed at the school for postgraduate study. Although he broke up with Cen Nan, he never moved out of the apartment he and Cen Nan rented together, like an abandoned pet, still guarding the old nest, eager to abandon his That person will come back.

He didn't buy the current house until he graduated from graduate school and got a job.

"Where did you see him then?" he asked.

"It's downstairs from Yulan Apartment."

That day, Song Wei happened to go to sing ktv with his colleagues, and it was early in the morning when he came back. He happened to pass by their university, and his colleague suddenly wanted to buy a drink, so he parked the car by the roadside of Yulan Apartment.

He was playing with his mobile phone in the car and didn't pay attention to his surroundings. His colleague got into the car and told him excitedly that he saw a handsome guy outside the convenience store just now.

He curiously followed the direction of his colleague's finger, and he was indeed a handsome guy, and he was also an acquaintance who made him grit his teeth.

He was shocked, thinking that he was wrong, rubbed his eyes, and stared at him a few more times.

That's right, it's Cen Nan.

Until now, Song Wei still remembers the scene of that day.

"He was standing just downstairs in the apartment building, looking up all the time. I think he was looking at the floor where you lived. But you were on a business trip and it was dark inside. Cen Nan was very thin at the time, thin It was very bad, the temperature was still a little cold at that time, he was wearing very little clothes, and he kept coughing."

It still looks a little distressing.

At least the female colleague next to him sighed unceasingly, and had already imagined the affectionate scene of arguing with his girlfriend and coming late at night to beg for reconciliation.

And he was burning with anger at that time, thinking that he was so affectionate, this is the number one scumbag in the world.

Song Wei thought of this, and secretly looked at Liang Muqiu's expression.

He has been holding back this matter for several years, and he almost forgot about it at first, but only remembered it when he saw Cen Nan today.

Liang Muqiu didn't have any special reaction, and asked again, "Then what did you say to Cen Nan?"

Song Wei shook his head like a rattle.

"No, my colleague was still in my car. I sent her home, and then I turned around and went to Yulan Apartment. Actually, I wanted to scold him, but when I went there, Cen Nan was no longer there. down."

Song Wei looked at Liang Muqiu anxiously, "I didn't have a good impression of him at that time, I thought he still missed you because he had Ruan Zhuxian. So I didn't say anything when you came back from a business trip. I'm sorry."

If he had known that Liang Muqiu was still messing with Cen Nan, he might as well have confessed earlier.

Liang Muqiu was amused by him.

"What are you sorry for? He didn't look for me." He brushed Song Wei's hair, "If he wanted to contact me at that time, he would always find a way. He didn't look for me."

Song Weiyi thought so too, feeling a little less guilty.

He didn't have enough eyesight anymore, so he took the ice cubes off completely, and he burrowed under the quilt, "I also don't understand how you and Cen Nan are going around, but in the past seven or eight years, you seem to be Can't let go of each other."

He yawned, "Anyway, I can't stop you from being with him anymore. I have nothing to do. I wish you two a happy marriage for a hundred years. If he dares to let you down again, I'll kill him with a knife."

After he finished speaking, his eyelids couldn't hold it anymore, and he fell asleep after a while, even snoring a little.

Liang Muqiu also took it, the quality of sleep is really good.

He helped Song Wei pull the quilt, and started to read the script again.

But while he was writing, he couldn't help but stop typing on the keyboard, looking at the rows of words on the document, slightly lost in thought.

What Song Wei didn't know was.

It wasn't just Cen Nan who had guarded downstairs of his apartment.

He had also been to Cen Nan's apartment in the United States, like a lonely ghost, guarding under that window.

But just like Cen Nan didn't wait for him, he didn't wait for Cen Nan either.

The next day, Song Wei had to get up early to go to work, so he was so busy that he woke up Liang Muqiu too.

He watched Song Wei frantically making breakfast and drinking milk, and once again sighed in his heart that it was a good thing he didn't have to clock in at work.

He bit the fried egg sleepily, and said to Song Wei, "Are you free recently?"

Song Wei was still racing against time to stuff the sandwich into his mouth, his voice was vague, "Yes, why?"

"Find time when everyone is free, you, me, and Cen Nan have a meal." Liang Muqiu said, "Anyway, you will have to meet often in the future."

Song Wei almost choked.

But he looked into Liang Muqiu's pretendingly innocent eyes, and compromised, "Okay."

After breakfast, Song Wei hurried to work.

Liang Muqiu sent him out in pajamas.

As soon as Song Wei left, the opposite door opened after only a few seconds.

Cen Nan came out of the door in a suit and leather shoes. He wore a smoke gray shirt and tie, and wore a pair of low-prescription glasses on his face.

Clothes beasts.

Liang Muqiu could only think of these few words in his mind.

If it wasn't for Cen Nan's bad intentions, it would be convenient to live in the opposite door, and he would meet him every time he went to work.

He whistled at Cen Nan like a hooligan, "Morning, handsome guy."

Cen Nan also walked over quickly, "Morning."

He lowered his head and kissed Liang Muqiu on the mouth.

After letting go, he wiped the corner of Liang Muqiu's lips, and whispered, "You ate ketchup."

Liang Muqiu bared his teeth, "I also ate fried eggs and milk, why, don't you like it? Then don't kiss if you have the ability."

"No, I'd love to," Cen Nan kissed his lips again, "but I'm going to be late."

Reluctantly, he let go of Liang Muqiu's waist, and walked to the elevator.

He turned his head and glanced at Liang Muqiu. In the morning light, Liang Muqiu was wearing pajamas, looking at him lazily, with the marks of sleeping on his face, and his hair curled up everywhere.

Obviously Liang Muqiu didn't do anything special, but his restlessness after tossing and turning all night was calmed down.

Because he knew that Liang Muqiu didn't want to leave him.

No matter what Song Wei communicated with Liang Muqiu last night, how he persuaded Liang Muqiu to give up.

His autumn and autumn did not want him.

I'm still typing, thinking about two updates, but the next chapter shouldn't come out tonight...