Borrowing a Kiss

As soon as he entered the house, Liang Muqiu was pushed against the door by Cen Nan, begging for the teasing and ruthlessness in the car just now, with interest.

The suitcases are still standing beside them, with plain doors, leather suitcases with a warm luster, and stickers pasted on the sides by girls from the crew, which are beautiful hydrangeas and roses.

The rose melted into the light, half-open tremblingly, being tossed and ground, the red color became deeper and thicker, dripping a little sweet flower juice.

Liang Muqiu was breathless from the kiss, his cheeks were pink, and his eyes were like the surface of the sea in the morning, with the mist fading away.

In the gap between them, his back was leaning against the door. He had just been kissed to death, but now he was calm and free, with his knees between Cen Nan's legs, his slender fingers climbing on the buttons of Cen Nan's clothes, deliberately Untie slowly.

"Don't move," he warned Cen Nan in a low voice, his voice was a little hoarse, "I have to check first."

Cen Nan put his hands on his waist, rolled his Adam's apple, and asked hoarsely, "What are you looking for?"

Liang Muqiu smiled, and gently pushed Cen Nan's clothes away with his fingers.

The curtains in the living room were drawn, but not closed in the middle. Through a layer of gauze curtains, the sunlight became ambiguous and warm. Because it was a summer afternoon, the temperature was not low, and the dark green sofa that had just been replaced was also dyed a layer of gold. .

In this atmosphere, Liang Muqiu's fingers felt a little cool, pressing against the skin of Cen Nan's chest.

His fingers tightened suddenly, pulling on Cen Nan's clothes, and pulling him towards him.

"Of course it is to check whether you are at home or not."

After speaking, he raised his head slightly, bit Cen Nan's Adam's apple, and sucked it.

The tip of the warm tongue, soft and moist, brushes against such a sensitive place as the Adam's apple. Only those who are teased can understand the taste of it.

Cen Nan's eyes darkened, he can't be blamed for this, it was Liang Muqiu who made the first move.

The hand he put on Liang Muqiu's waist suddenly tightened, and the other hand went down, picked up Liang Muqiu's leg, and hugged him horizontally.

Go straight to the bedroom.

Liang Muqiu asked knowingly, "Why did you go, I finally came back, shouldn't I sleep first?"

Cen Nan glanced at him, with thick black eyes and overgrown eyelashes, which should have been calm mountains and deep lakes, but now there are turbulent waves hidden, and two rude words uttered from his thin lips.

"Fuck you."

Ever since the wall clock in the living room entered Liang Muqiu's door, it was like a self-contained ornament, without any practical effect.

But it kept ticking and ticking as always.

The light in the living room changed from bright to dark, and it disappeared for a long time in a blink of an eye.

Liang Muqiu was lying on the blue and white pillow, his back was covered with fine sweat, and he was as flawless as fine porcelain, but he was as tired as a little turtle, motionless.

He is good at flirting, but not so good at putting out fires.

Especially after sitting on the plane for so long, unlike Cen Nan who loves to exercise and is exhausted, he turned his face not long after being hugged to bed by Cen Nan, and kicked Cen Nan, cursing hoarsely like a spoiled cat with a bad temper Cen Nan, "Get off."

Cen Nan only ate half full, but there was nothing he could do about it, he rubbed his rough fingertips on the side of his face, and said softly, "You're still so delicate."

He still remembers the first time he had with Liang Muqiu. Liang Muqiu had just passed by, and it was as clear as lotus seeds caught in the lake. After a long time, he stopped working and made a fuss to greet his eighteen generations of ancestors.

Thinking of this, Cen Nan couldn't help but smile.

Liang Muqiu raised his eyes a little, quite puzzled, thinking that this person might be out of his mind.

Cen Nan also lay down, and rolled Liang Muqiu into his arms with a thin quilt. The air conditioner was turned on in the room, and the temperature was low, so it was just right to get together like this.

"Would you like to sleep for a while?" He patted Liang Muqiu on the back lightly, "Get up early to take the plane and drive all the way, I will call you for dinner later."

Liang Muqiu was really sleepy.

He didn't sleep well last night. Although he made up for it on the plane for a while, he was tired after all the tossing.

He thought for a while, "Okay, I'll sleep for a while. Remember to call me."

Perhaps because he was back in a familiar environment, he fell asleep not long after.

In the hotel in Yandu, he always suffered from insomnia, and now he was lying in Cen Nan's arms. Although he didn't want to admit it, he felt a long-lost peace.

He even unconsciously rubbed against Cen Nan's arms.

Cen Nan stared at his sleeping face for a long time, then gently pressed his lips against his forehead, like putting a letter stamp on it.

Liang Muqiu fell asleep straight into the evening.

He yawned, and when he came out after putting on his home clothes, Cen Nan was already cooking dinner, and Mao Dou was also having fun in his living room, running around with a dog bone in his mouth, as stupid as ever.

Liang Muqiu played with Maodou for a while, then went into the kitchen, put his chin on Cen Nan's shoulder, and looked into the pot.

Today's dinner is stewed beef and garlic chicken wings, served with a thin-skinned vegetarian fried bun. He nodded with satisfaction, very good, Cen Nan is knowledgeable and interesting, and cooks all his favorite food.

Cen Nan first put a vegetarian fried bun into his mouth, then handed him the plate of garlic chicken wings, "Go and eat first, the beef will be ready later."

Having food, Liang Muqiu immediately ran away with the basin in his arms, without any hesitation.

But he was sitting at the dining table with chicken wings in his mouth, admiring the handsome man with broad shoulders and narrow waist cooking for him through the glass door, and he couldn't say he was unhappy.

During dinner, Liang Muqiu remembered something and kicked Cen Nan under the table.

"Didn't you say that I'm coming back and you want to give me a gift?" He raised his chin confidently, "What about the gift?"

Cen Nan scooped up a bowl of beef soup for him, "It's not yet Children's Day, I'll give it to you after I pack it up."

Liang Muqiu was speechless.

He is in his twenties this year, and he actually wants to accept Children's Day gifts. It seems a bit embarrassing to say it.

Cen Nan's choice of words also made him a little strange, there was no need to clean up any gifts.

He glanced at Cen Nan suspiciously.

Cen Nan seemed determined not to let go, and smiled at him, "Anyway, I'll know in two days, and you can't quit if you don't like it."

Liang Muqiu pouted.

If you don't tell, don't tell, and he doesn't ask.

After resting at home for one night, Liang Muqiu visited his teacher again the next morning.

It had been a while since he came last time, and Luo Wen blew his beard and stared at him, saying that his apprentice was really unfilial and had forgotten his master.

Liang Muqiu sat under the parasol in the yard, drinking tea with Luo Wen, and never returned his words.After Luo Wen had had enough of scolding, he handed over a pair of good-looking Wenwan walnuts he bought from Yandu.

"Hey," Luo Wen looked at the pair of walnuts carefully, "I learned how to bribe the teacher."

Liang Muqiu blew the tea, "How can I, I respect you from the bottom of my heart, only you, the master, have no other choice if I don't treat you well."

Luo Wen listened pleasingly, and showed a little smile. The training returned to training, and he was still satisfied with Liang Muqiu.

Liang Muqiu is not the one who has gone the farthest and achieved the highest achievement among his disciples, but he is the one he likes the most, because this kid's temperament is a bit like when he was young, he is free and easy, kind-hearted, doesn't care about gains and losses, but also takes Can afford to let go.

Fate is probably like this.

He didn't have any children, so he didn't regret it, but he did have a partiality for Liang Muqiu.

Naturally, I ate lunch at Luo Wen's place. At the dinner table, Liang Muqiu mentioned to the teacher that he wanted to set up a studio.

He has had this idea for half a year, but he has only recently made up his mind. He will be thirty soon, and it seems that he can do something for himself and open up a new territory.

It's just a studio, it's easy and difficult to say, it needs to find the right talent, and there are still a lot of approval procedures after that, and it will take a while to get busy.

From then on, he did not fight alone, but also shouldered more responsibilities.

Luo Wen didn't think there was any problem, so he glanced at him, "What are you afraid of, if you screw it up, there is still your master. Treat me as a waste of half my life."

But Liang Muqiu didn't take it seriously, "You're going to lose face under your wings, it sounds like I haven't grown up yet."

"Then what do you want?" Luo Wen raised his eyebrows, "Others wish to have me as a master."

This is true.

Liang Muqiu always felt that having Luo Wen as his teacher was a blessing in his eight lifetimes.

But he still smiled shyly at Luo Wen, "Of course I want to make a name for myself, maybe when someone mentions you, the introduction will become, this is Liang Muqiu's teacher."

Rowan laughed dumbfounded.

He slapped Liang Muqiu on the back, "Stinky boy." But he pressed Liang Muqiu's shoulder again, "Then do it well."

Liang Muqiu chatted with the teacher all night about matters in the studio. Luo Wen wanted to keep him for dinner, but he waved his hand and took the bag out by himself.

"No," he explained while changing his shoes, "someone is waiting for me at home."

Cen Nan also invited him to dinner today.

Luo Wen was puzzled, he didn't understand at first, but he realized it when he saw Liang Muqiu's expression.

That's right, his precious apprentice has opened up in spring.

He was a little surprised, and smiled very kindly, "It's still the one from last time, chasing you?"

Liang Muqiu nodded, feeling inexplicably embarrassed.

He took the things, stood in the porch, put his hand on the doorknob, but stopped again, turned to look at Luo Wen.

"Teacher, when I really settle down with him, I will bring him here and have a meal with you. I hope you don't dislike him." He smiled, "I have known him for many years, and many things happened in the middle , but going around and going around, I still want to choose this person to live up to your good intentions of helping me connect for so many years."

Luo Wen's relationship with Liang Muqiu has always been only responsible for introducing, never interfering.

He vaguely realized something from Liang Muqiu's words.

He knew that Liang Muqiu had been slumped in college for a while, but at that time he and Liang Muqiu were not as close as they were later, and they didn't know much, only a general idea.

But under the dim light of the porch, he smiled at Liang Muqiu like every loving and kind father.

He still said, "Whatever it is, as long as you like it."

The children he took care of, whether in career or relationship, he hoped that they would be safe and well.

Happy winter solstice, babies~