Borrowing a Kiss

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Liang Muqiu has lived a quiet life for a few days since he revealed the matter to Cen Nan.

Cen Nan probably finished working at home and left early and returned late to report to the law firm. He deliberately staggered the time to take Maodou out, and the two of them never bumped into each other.

The corridor in front of the door was quiet again, only the dim wall lamps illuminated the faint corridor.

Only once, when Liang Muqiu came back from a convenience store, he found a bag of toys for small dogs hanging on the door with a sticky note in Cen Nan's handwriting, saying that he bought these toys before and forgot to give them to Maodou.

He stared at the sticky note for a while, then took down the bag, picked out a few toys after entering the door, and threw them to Maodou to play with.

Maodou is still stupid, doesn't understand anything, only knows how to be silly, having fun in the room with a dog bone in his mouth, rolling on its small cushion.

Liang Muqiu couldn't help laughing when he saw that it ran too fast and fell over.

He walked into the kitchen and didn't know how to cook, so he just bought a bento box, and once he put it on the plate, it looked decent.

He finished dinner with Maodou in the restaurant, and Maodou went back to the kennel to continue playing with the ball of yarn, while he sat on the sofa to write the script.

Just writing and writing, he would raise his head and look aside.

However, the dining table is cold and empty, only the calla lily blooms silently in the green vase

After being bored at home for four or five days, Liang Muqiu received a call from Song Wei.

Song Wei asked him to attend their company's party, the kind where he could bring relatives and friends.

Liang Muqiu subconsciously refused.

"Forget it, I don't like to participate in these, let alone your company." Liang Muqiu just woke up, drinking milk with his pillow on the sofa, yawning, "Go and play by yourself, have fun."

Song Weiyi had already guessed it.

Liang Muqiu is good at everything, but the house is horrible, if he and a few other friends didn't drag Liang Muqiu out every now and then, he would be bored in the house and grow mushrooms.

"Come on, don't you know the people in our group very well? How long have you been at home, so you should come out to bask in the sun," Song Wei said earnestly, "It's not that you want to pick someone from the party to go home to sleep, or to come over for a gathering , it’s good to know more people.”

Liang Muqiu was delighted, "Your party was at night and not at noon. What kind of sun did you see? Besides, I walked Maodou every day, and I often went out. Yesterday, I exchanged my experience on supermarket discounts with the aunt downstairs."

Song Wei didn't play these word games with him.

"Don't interrupt me, the clothes will be delivered to your door soon, remember to wear them, and drive to Rongyi Hotel by yourself tomorrow night."

After speaking, Song Wei hung up the phone.

Liang Muqiu had nothing to do. Although Song Wei had a kind temper and a soft heart, no one could resist his stubbornness.

Song Wei was determined to let him get out of the house, but it was better for him to be respectful than obedient.

Sure enough, the clothes Song Wei prepared for him arrived the next day.

Song Wei is a fashion designer, so he has nothing to say about choosing clothes, and even accessories are included, so Liang Muqiu doesn't have to worry about it at all.

Liang Muqiu went to the reception these years, and he did not miss Song Wei for private styling. Song Wei knew his size like the back of his hand.

At 06:30 in the evening, Liang Muqiu packed up and went out with the car keys.

At this time, Cen Nan was returning from get off work.

As soon as the door was pushed open, there was a long and narrow corridor, and the two met face to face.

Since leaving Liang Muqiu's house that day, Cen Nan saw Liang Muqiu for the first time.

His eyes couldn't help scanning Liang Muqiu from top to bottom.

Liang Muqiu had obviously dressed up. He was wearing a well-proportioned white shirt and a small black embroidered leather jacket on the outside, revealing a narrow waist. Underneath the black trousers stretched a pair of slender legs. Boots, the whole person is sassy and heroic.

But his face is too beautiful, it dilutes the sharpness of his body, his skin is fair and delicate, his lips probably have some lip balm on them, they are softer than usual, and he wears a single earring on his left ear, the simplest style, wobbly, so dangling that people want to reach out and grab it, and put a kiss on it.

At least Cen Nan wanted to do this.

He took a good look at Liang Muqiuzai. If it wasn't for the lack of substance in his gaze, it would have been considered sexual harassment.

But he still maintained his superficial calmness and asked, "Are you going out?"

Liang Muqiu did not expect to bump into Cen Nan.

Wearing this well-organized attire, facing Cen Nan, he didn't know where to put his hands.

"Well, go out to play with friends." He didn't deliberately show a cold face to Cen Nan, there's no need, "I'm going downstairs first, bye."

After finishing speaking, he walked over, passed by Cen Nan, and pressed the button of the elevator.

Liang Muqiu went to the basement to get the car.

He came out just in time for the rush hour, so he drove very slowly and arrived at the Rongyi Hotel in more than 40 minutes.

Song Wei and the others held the party in the banquet hall on the first floor.

As soon as Liang Muqiu entered, he got a lot of attention. The beauties who were smiling and charming, both male and female, seemed to have entered the Pansi Cave at first glance.Fortunately, he was already proficient in this kind of occasion. He looked back with a chuckle, but he didn't stop on his feet, showing no intention of accepting the invitation.

Liang Muqiu found Song Wei amidst the noise. Song Wei was chatting with his friends in the group. He was dressed quite well today, wearing an ordinary black dress with a band around his hands.

He patted Song Wei on the shoulder.

Song Wei turned around and laughed, "You're here."

Song Wei's good colleagues also recognized Liang Muqiu, and they even misunderstood that Liang Muqiu and Song Wei were a couple.

Liang Muqiu didn't bother to explain, and acquiesced in half-truth and half-false, so everyone couldn't tell if he was single, or if he didn't make it clear to Song Wei.

Everyone likes good-looking people, especially lively and friendly ones.Song Wei's colleagues had a good impression of Liang Muqiu.

A girl named Irene handed Liang Muqiu a glass of wine, "Qiuqiu, you are late, you have to drink first."

Liang Muqiu didn't refuse, he drank the wine and winked at the person.

Irene was so teased that her face turned red, and then she looked at Song Wei next to him, hating how they were a gay couple.

Liang Muqiu asked Song Wei, "What excuse are you using to hold a party?"

Song Wei smiled and said, "In our company, we can find things to have fun even if we have nothing to do, not to mention the recent performance is good, so let's relax for everyone." Compared with the wine parties in the circle, there are many good-looking ones, right?"

Liang Muqiu scanned the room, it was true, many people present were good-looking, slender and tall, all of them looked like fairies in fairy tales.

But he subconsciously picked on them. These people are beautiful, but they are too light, without a steady background, they should smile more coldly, and they should be careless when they glance at them, not easily happy, nor easily angry , It makes people wonder what kind of thoughts are hidden under this surface.

It took him a few seconds to realize that he was comparing Cen Nan, and his face froze for a moment.

Song Wei didn't pay attention, and took Liang Muqiu around the venue. These years, Liang Muqiu is considered a rookie in the field of screenwriting, and the few books he wrote independently are also considered splashes, so many people have heard of his name, smiling They all changed their minds a little bit.

Liang Muqiu exchanged a few business cards with others, praising this perfume and that ring, but he was already bored.

Before long, he slipped away from Song Wei's hands like a fish.

"I'll sit by the side for a while, and I'll come to you later."

Song Wei was talking to someone, and he couldn't stop him, so he had to let him go.

Liang Muqiu stood on the pillar on the edge, took out his mobile phone and played for a while.

Anyway, he went out for a while, took a photo and posted it in Moments, and then wandered off to get some snacks.

While picking it, a hand stretched out from the side, pointing to a brown pastry, "This is delicious."

He turned his head and saw a handsome face with deep brows but clear eyes, making it impossible to tell his age. The half-length golden hair hanging on his shoulders made him look more ethereal.

Even Liang Muqiu, who is used to sensuality, was stunned.

Seeing him like this, the man smiled again.

"Sorry, did I scare you?"

Liang Muqiu waved his hands again and again, there was such a commotion here, no one would be frightened by a word.

He heard the person in front of him ask him, "Are you Liang Muqiu?"

Liang Muqiu nodded.

"My name is Qin Jiuya," the man smiled. He looks as elegant as an elf, and his name has an ancient meaning. "I have read your book "Long Home and Long Farewell", and I like it very much."

"Thank you."

Liang Muqiu didn't expect to meet someone who knew him here, but he searched frantically in his mind, but he didn't remember who Qin Jiuya was. He only vaguely felt that he was a model, and there was nothing to talk about.

Fortunately, Qin Jiuya didn't care, and kept looking at him with a smile on his face, "It's a little embarrassing to say, I have always admired your scripts, but I didn't find a chance to meet you."

Liang Muqiu didn't know whether this person was being polite or telling the truth, so he could only nod in agreement, hoping to slip away quickly.

But he didn't expect that this beautiful woman named Qin Jiuya really stood still and chatted with him about movies and scripts.

From "First Snow", which he won the Newcomer Award for the first time, to the recent "Story by the City" that Director Zhang is preparing to shoot, it can be heard that Qin Jiuya is not perfunctory, but sincerely fond of him. people feel comfortable.

Liang Muqiu relaxed slowly.

In fact, he still likes to chat with people like this rather than socializing like a butterfly indoors, and what he talks about is still what he likes.

He drank several glasses of wine unknowingly, and it wasn't until Song Wei found him that he realized that he seemed to have drunk too much.

Song Wei obviously knew Qin Jiuya, and greeted him in surprise, "Mr. Qin."

Qin Jiuya also smiled and clinked glasses with him.

Liang Muqiu put his hand on Song Wei's to stabilize himself.

Song Wei asked worriedly, "How much did you drink?"

Liang Muqiu felt that he was still awake, "Not much."

Now that Song Wei is here, he is not going to continue chatting with Qin Jiuya, after all, he is a stranger, so just click and stop.

"Mr. Qin, I'm going to rest with my friends for a while." He smiled at Qin Jiuya.

Qin Jiuya nodded and said yes, but took out his mobile phone and asked with a smile, "Can I exchange contact information with you?"

Liang Muqiu did not refuse.

Song Wei was on the side, his eyes were quite subtle.

After exchanging calls, Liang Muqiu followed Song Wei and left.

When he was far away, he asked Song Wei, "Is this Mr. Qin a super model?"

Song Wei was overjoyed, "You don't even know each other, and you still talk to him for so long. He used to be a model for a while, but he quit a long time ago, and now he is the owner of a modeling agency."

He glanced at Liang Muqiu's face, "Mr. Qin has a pretty good reputation in the circle, he is rich and gentle, and many little zeros like it. But he took the initiative to talk to you, which is quite rare."

He arched Mu Qiu, with a hint of teasing.

He had long been displeased with Liang Muqiu's acting like a monk these years, and wished to pack Liang Muqiu out.

Liang Muqiu thought of going elsewhere, "Ah, he is so beautiful, he is actually a 1. But it is true, he is so tall."

He didn't have any romantic affairs related to himself in his mind.

Song Weiwei choked, he had never seen someone so unresponsive.

He slandered in his heart that when he fell in love with Cen Nan, Liang Muqiu was the one who was quite smart, but how he became a wooden beauty when he met someone else, completely puzzled.

Thinking of Cen Nan, he looked sideways at Liang Muqiu, and couldn't help asking, "Didn't you say you met Cen Nan last time, and did he contact you later?"

Liang Muqiu was taken aback, not knowing how to answer for a while.

Not only did he meet, he also let people enter the room.

He took another sip of wine as a cover-up, blinked his eyelashes, and said half-truth, "We met a few more times, and he wants to see Maodou."

It took Song Wei a while to realize that Maodou was raised by Cen Nan and Liang Muqiu together.

He rolled his eyes, and wanted to stab Cen Nan with a few words, but when he came to his mouth, he was afraid of reminding Liang Muqiu of the past, so he could only choke back.

He stayed with Liang Muqiu for a while, and another acquaintance came to him. He was going to socialize with someone, and before leaving, he told Liang Muqiu, "Don't drink too much, your face is turning red. It's time to end."

Liang Muqiu promised well, but he was sitting on the sofa, the scenery and lights in the banquet hall were dancing, and the voices of men and women laughing seemed to come from far away. a cup.

On his phone page is Cen Nan's WeChat page.

Just exchanging WeChat with that Mr. Qin, he was caught off guard and saw the dialog box between Cen Nan and him, stopping at Cen Nan and asking him if he wanted to eat peaches.

His finger was on the delete key.

Now that it has been decided not to have any more contact, it seems unnecessary to keep contact information.

But he didn't push it down again.