Borrowing a Kiss

Cen Nan listened carefully to Liang Muqiu's words.

In just 1 minute, his heart seemed to be pinched in the palm of Liang Muqiu's hand, and was brought to a high place by Liang Muqiu, and then he let go lightly, falling all the way.

But at the end of the fall, the heart did not fall on the cold ground, but was wrapped in warm water.

He thought that most of his luck in this life was spent on meeting Liang Muqiu.

Even though he is despicable, mean, and a bastard, Liang Muqiu will always be soft-hearted to him when he is suffering.

His Qiuqiu is right, there are no ifs in this world, only consequences.

The result was that Liang Muqiu still chose him.

He actually had a lot of things he wanted to say to Liang Muqiu, but he didn't know where to start. He looked at Liang Muqiu with a pair of dark and deep eyes. Just now, they were terrified, but now they seemed to be full of water, reflecting the moonlight, shining on Liang Muqiu. A cavity of love is clear.

"You're right," he obediently admitted his mistake, "I'm too narrow-minded, I know I'm not qualified to ask, and I shouldn't be jealous."

"I just..." He pursed his lips, "I can't help it."

What she said was like a little daughter-in-law who was bullied.

Liang Muqiu cursed in her heart, Hei Xinlian came to pretend to be a white flower again.

But Hei Xinlian is really good-looking, especially with such gentle brows and eyes, and looking at him with a little melancholy, she really looks like a quiet and well-behaved beauty under the moon.

Liang Muqiu had to turn his head to one side, and coughed, "Don't be silly, eat quickly, the food is cold."

Cen Nan readily agreed.

But he hadn't been in the mood to eat for a long time, all he thought about was how to eat Liang Muqiu.

Fortunately, the last dish left was a sweet soup after the meal, and it was finished in two or three bites.

On the way back to the hotel, Cen Nan drove the car at the fastest speed possible.

Liang Muqiu was puzzled at first, wondering if Cen Nan was still angry and let it all go on driving?

But when he entered the door, he was breathless when Cen Nan pressed against the door, and he knew that Cen Nan was not angry, but affectionate.

Liang Muqiu was so kissed that he couldn't speak, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the back of his hand was on his lips, not to make his voice too embarrassing.

His shirt was unbuttoned at some point, and the soft fabric was crumpled, thrown on the sofa, and then slid to the ground.

The lights in the room hadn't been turned on, and the curtains were closed. It was so dark that everything was hazy, but it wasn't too hard to see anything clearly.

At least when he lowered his head, he could clearly see Cen Nan's teeth holding his zipper.

A muffled moan escaped his throat.

Such a noble and refined face has been the dream lover of countless people since he was young. He is ascetic and indifferent, clean and straight like a green bamboo, and it seems that even a smile is a luxury.

At this time, she was half kneeling in front of him.

The crow-feather eyelashes were lifted slightly, revealing a pair of clear eyes, staring at him almost obsessively.

Liang Muqiu's heart warmed up, remembering that in the school library, Cen Nan tricked him into kissing him at the end of the bookshelf with the same look in his eyes.

People who have always been indifferent and noble are more attractive when they are emotional.

He cursed and grabbed Cen Nan's clothes uncontrollably.

"You can seduce people," he whispered, unable to tell whether he was complaining or encouraging, "do foreign law schools teach you this?"

Cen Nan smiled sullenly, his eyes were bent, it was all a compliment.

The two of them huddled together from the living room to the bed.

If Liang Muqiu didn't let go, Cen Nan wouldn't make it to the last step. It seemed that at this time he picked up courtesy, righteousness and shame again, and became a modest gentleman.

Liang Muqiu was so hung up and down that his soul seemed to be floating in mid-air, but he couldn't hold back his face and spoke by himself, looking at Cen Nan with resentment in his eyes.

But he couldn't find anything wrong with Cen Nan.

After carrying him to the bathroom to take a bath, Cen Nan was cutting his nails again, tenderly and meticulously, as if he had sold himself to Liang Muqiu, and wanted to serve this master with all his heart.

Liang Muqiu's hands are also good-looking, but the hands that hold the pen for writing are not calloused, the fingers are long and slender, and they are as moist as white jade.

He was lying on the bed, squinting at Cen Nan. After taking a shower, Cen Nan changed into a nightgown, dark gray silk, and the belt was loosely tied, revealing a large area of ​​skin on his chest, with marks from his scratching on it. It's half-dry, without the seriousness and orderliness of the day, but somewhat messy and unruly sexy.

Liang Muqiu smiled lazily, "Looking at you now, you don't look like a lawyer."

Cen Nan looked at him, "What does that look like?"

He wanted to take a look at Cen Nan, and said intentionally, "Like the young master of the club." He looked at Cen Nan's face, "Looking at your looks, you might be able to be a top card."

Cen Nan also smiled. He cleaned up the tissues on his lap, threw them into the trash can, and lay down beside Liang Muqiu again.

He took Liang Muqiu's fingertips and kissed him, and asked, "Then Mr. Liang wants to hire me? I am very obedient."

Liang Muqiu thought to himself, you are still in good spirits.

But this is also considered a fun, satisfying Mr. Liang's unspeakable bad taste. He glanced at Cen Nan up and down, his eyes frivolous, and asked, "Then how much do you pay for one night? It's too expensive and I can't afford it. Our little one Screenwriters are poor."

Cen Nan had already leaned over to kiss his forehead.

"It's not expensive," Cen Nan's voice was a little muffled because of the kiss, "I recommend myself a pillow mat, and I'd like to give away the family fortune, and I beg Mr. Liang to sleep."

This ecstasy soup is really delicious.

Liang Muqiu was so kissed that his waist softened a little, and he barely said, "Who cares."

But he also had a feeling that he didn't want to go to court early.

What set to go to, what drama to discuss.

It's Concubine Cen, doesn't he sleep well?

But he just thought about it.

At ten o'clock the next day, Liang Muqiu appeared on the set while yawning.

Naturally, Cen Nan also followed. He changed from the casualness of the previous few days, and tidied up casually but delicately, like a male peacock with its tail spread, and sat down next to him.

Wen Yang was probably educated by Liu Fengtao yesterday, but the way he looked at the two of them today, it is obvious that he has recollected it, and it seems to be a bit of a joke.

Although Liang Muqiu has a thick skin now, he is a little embarrassed to be sized up like this by his former blind date partner.

While Cen Nan was out to answer the phone, Wen Yang sat next to Liang Muqiu with a ponytail.

"Director Liang," he rested his chin on one hand. He was obviously a very attractive adult man, but he was a little naive when he looked at people with a smile. "Is it because he rejected me at that time?"

He asked so bluntly that Liang Muqiu didn't know how to find an excuse.

He had indeed confessed to Wen Yang at that time, because he didn't want to get involved, and he didn't want Wen Yang to misunderstand him. He said frankly that he hadn't gotten out of the past relationship.

Now being asked in front of him, he can only admit it.

"Well, it's him." Liang Muqiu said.

Wen Yang smiled, "Being rejected by you, I was sad for a long time. Now that I see Mr. Cen, I understand that I am not your dish."

Liang Muqiu shone.

Of course he wouldn't believe what he said in such a scene. Wen Yang didn't feel disgusted with him at the time, so he could get in touch again.

Sure enough, not long after, Wen Yang rolled his eyes, and gossiped again, "Director Liang, how did you two meet? I think he has a fierce temper, you won't be bullied when you're with him, right?"

Liang Muqiu turned the pen in his hand.

"Fierce?" He asked Wen Yang, "Do you think he is fierce?"

Wen Yang nodded, "He looks at me like that, he doesn't look like a good stubble, a jealous man is the scariest."

Liang Muqiu didn't speak.

People probably wouldn't believe it, but when he was with Cen Nan, he was the "fierce" one.When he quarreled when he was young, he could throw bowls and glasses at home when he got anxious, but Cen Nan never could. His self-control was so good that he was frighteningly good.

That is, they may all get it back on the bed later.

Liang Muqiu smiled and said softly, "He dare not get angry with me."

These words made Wen Yang's curiosity rise again.

Although it doesn't look like it, he actually likes to listen to gossip.

But Liang Muqiu obviously wouldn't go any further, and he immediately scratched his head.

As soon as Cen Nan came back, he saw Wen Yang sitting next to Liang Muqiu, the two were talking and laughing, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

His face darkened, but he quickly restrained himself, sat back beside Liang Muqiu, and smiled at Wen Yang, "What are you talking about, can I listen?"

Wen Yang's back got hairy from his laughter.

He is the most impatient of such hypocritical people.

After chatting for a few minutes, he found an excuse to find Liu Fengtao.

After Wen Yang left, Liang Muqiu took the script and lightly hit Cen Nan.

"Be careful," he said.

Cen Nanhun didn't care, relying on the fact that everyone on the set was busy, he secretly held Liang Muqiu's hand under the table, like in a classroom.

"I'm just narrow-minded." He confessed.

Wen Yang was not far away, caught off guard and saw this scene, the coffee tasted bad in his mouth.

He glanced at Liu Fengtao who was on the phone with his girlfriend, and became even more melancholy.

It's so annoying, why the whole world bullies him and has no one.

Concubine Cen feels that she has done a good job in serving the bed recently, so she should not be far away from Empress Li