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Both of them seem to have changed a little during this trip. If Mu Song wants to go back after work, the first place that Mu Song thinks of is the Nanshan Apartment. No one reminds him, and Qin Liang doesn't call him, so he just let it be. Want to go back to Nanshan Apartment.

Qin Liang has also changed recently. When they went back before, although they sometimes stayed in the same room, they seldom talked and were busy with their own business. But now——Mu Song heard Qin Liang call his name, Mu Song He raised his head from the document and looked at Qin Liang.

Qin Liang held up the phone and showed it to Mu Song: "Is it cute?"

On the screen is a cat, Ying Short, still a small milk cat, small, crawling around in the cat's litter, the road is still unstable.

"Do you want to raise it?" Mu Song glanced at it and asked.

Qin Liang put the phone back, tapped the screen again and again, looked at it for a while, and then said: "I played a game recently, and people in the game said that cats are very healing. I just want to know what is healing."

This is a very secondary sentence, which made Mu Song suddenly think of the note that Assistant Su dropped out of Qin Liang's bag the day he brought Qin Liang's luggage. Mu Song glanced at Qin Liang meaningfully, thinking , this man, although he is almost 30 years old, still has an unrealistic heart.But at Mu Song’s age, he is calm, rational, weighs gains and losses, and pays attention to efficiency. Mu Song has never had a pet, but Mu Ju and Xu Tingjiang like it very much. Mu’s family has several cats and dogs. Not many times, I just feel that it is troublesome to have cats and dogs at home, and I always see my aunt cleaning them.

And here, Mu Song doesn't need a little thing like this to disrupt the tranquility.

"If you want to keep it, it's not impossible. I can buy you a house upstairs or downstairs," Mu Song said lightly, "You keep it in it and ask someone to take care of it on a regular basis. When I don't come, You can go with them, but you can't let them in this house."

"Oh," Qin Liang finished softly, without further words.

They didn't continue to discuss this topic. Mu Song thought about it later, and felt that his tone of rejecting Qin Liang was too blunt that day, which might have made him a little unhappy. When he passed by a flower shop when he was off work, Mu Song thought about it and asked the driver Stopping, I got out of the car and picked out a bunch of grass-green gypsophila stars, holding them in my hands.

It was the first time Qin Liang received flowers, and it was also the first time he received gifts.

But he didn't say this to Mu Song, he was really happy, he held the bouquet in his hand, followed Mu Song, and talked more.

"Why did you send me flowers?"

"Didn't you stare at the flowers in Huahua Street for a long time when you were in Rongcheng?"

"Then why send it? What's its name?"

"Gypsophila, I just think this color suits you well? What's the matter?" Mu Song pulled his tie and turned his head: "Don't you like it?"

"No." Qin Liang hugged the flower to his chest, smiled and shook his head: "I like it, I just want to hear from you."

"Okay." Mu Song also indulged him, and smiled: "Would you like steamed eggs today?"

"I want to eat," Qin Liang said, "I haven't eaten for a long time."

"It's not too long." Mu Song approached the kitchen: "Didn't I cook it for you a week ago?"

"Isn't a week long?" Qin Liang said, "There are only four weeks in a month, so I can only eat four times a month."

"You're good at math," Mu Song joked.

"That's right, but I often fail Chinese," Qin Liang curled his lips: "I have to write a lot of words, and I'm exhausted."

Mu Song didn't realize that one day he could chat with people about such trivial matters, and he didn't tire of it.

The relationship between him and Qin Liang seems to be getting closer, maybe because he often makes steamed eggs for him according to Qin Liang's request, making Qin Liang rely on him a little bit. Mu Song has no idea of ​​finding someone to settle down with, let alone start a family. Meaning, if there is a need, I will find a partner who looks like me, but the time spent with Qin Liang is indeed beyond my expectations.

They even made an appointment to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival together.

On the day of Mid-Autumn Festival, Mu Song only worked for half a day and returned to the apartment in the afternoon. Qin Liang was already waiting for him at the door. They agreed last night to go shopping in the street today and prepare to have a Mid-Autumn Festival reunion by themselves Meal, this was Qin Liang's request. Mu Song didn't think too much, and agreed naturally. In previous years, if Mu Ju was at home during the Mid-Autumn Festival, he would receive a call from her asking him to go back for dinner, but this year Mu Ju went abroad. Xu Tingchang worked overtime, and Mu Song was free.

Of course, he was still very interested in Qin Liang's proposal. After all, Qin Liang's cooking skills are like... the level of boiled celery.

But before going to bed last night, the man enthusiastically promised that he would cook a very sumptuous meal today.

Anyway, there is still hope.

Mu Song asked the driver to go back first, drove into the community by himself, and waved to Qin Liang who had been waiting for a long time downstairs in the apartment building, Qin Liang ran over with a smile on his face, and got into the car.

"Have you decided what to buy yet?" At the supermarket, Mu Song pushed the cart and walked side by side with Qin Liang.

"I made a list." Qin Liang took out a folded A4 paper from his pocket, and it was filled with the names of the dishes. It seemed that Qin Liang had really prepared well for this big meal. Mu Song glanced at it and wrote Very full, and the words are beautiful.

"Then let's do it one by one," Mu Song patted Qin Liang's head, and said gently, "Try to buy everything, don't miss anything."

"Okay," Qin Liang was in high spirits, shuttling through the supermarket like a lively goldfish.

They still didn't have the mid-autumn reunion dinner at home in the end. Facts proved that Qin Liang didn't have the talent to cook. Although he said he had learned from his aunt for several months, the appearance could be imitated, but the taste was not.

The presentation is good, but every dish is terrible.

Probably only Qin Liang, who has no requirements for food, can eat it. Mu Song tasted every dish, no longer forced himself, put down his chopsticks, faced Qin Liang's expectant gaze, and said comfortingly: "I accept your heart." It’s gone, but I’ll take you out to eat.”

Qin Liang understood, his momentary depression made Mu Song unbearable, pinched his face, coaxed him and said, "But it's an improvement, a few months ago you could only boil celery, now you know how to cook celery Stir-fried beef, although the taste is not good, but the knife is good."

He did comfort Qin Liang. Qin Liang raised his eyes and looked at Mu Song. Under the warm dining room lights of Nanshan Apartment, he said seriously: "Next time, I will improve and I will definitely make a table of your love." Eat meals."

Qin Liang's eyes were too serious, and Mu Song choked for breath. He withdrew his hand, hanging by his side, and asked him, "Why are you cooking for me?"

Qin Liang said openly, "I like you, Mu Song."

Mu Song has heard many people say they like him, but they are all jokes between the bed. Except for his family and those who care about him, Mu Song is too cold. A rich man like him wants to stay with him. There were too many canaries around, but no canary was as serious as Qin Liang. When he spoke, there were bits and pieces of light in his eyes, which were completely different from Qin Yu's.

But compared to his calm eyes in the past, this little bit seems to have exhausted all his courage.

"It's a deal between us." Mu Song said flatly, "Have you forgotten?"

"I haven't forgotten," Qin Liang said, "I know you might like Qin Yu, but I want to give it a try, Mu Song, can you let me give it a try?"

"You want to..." Mu Song's Adam's apple moved slightly, he hesitated for a while: "How to try?"

"You just need to," Qin Liang stood up, approached Mu Song, and looked at Mu Song fixedly. The distance between them was getting closer and closer, so close that they could feel each other's breath, so close that they could feel each other's breath at any time. Touching the other's lips, Qin Liang opened his eyes and said, "Don't take me as Qin Yu anymore."

Mu Song wanted to push Qin Liang away, but this thought flashed through his mind because he was also staring at Qin Liang's eyes. It was the first time he looked at Qin Liang's eyes so closely and seriously. Similar eyes, he looked, as if about to fall into them.

Qin Liang kissed Mu Song's lips lightly, very lightly.

There has never been such a light and tender kiss between them, but this feeling is not bad.

As soon as they were touched, Qin Liang reached out and hugged Mu Song's back. Mu Song couldn't see the trembling hands behind him, nor could he see the whitening of his fingers holding his shirt.

"Musong, promise me?"

"it is good."

Qin Liang breathed a sigh of relief, and he threw himself into Mu Song's arms, and Mu Song subconsciously stretched out his arms to hug him.

"I'm in love." Qin Liang's muffled laughter came from Mu Song's arms, with undisguised joy, like a teenager in love for the first time, full of innocence and beauty.

"Congratulations," Mu Song also smiled. He patted Qin Liang's back, still a little dazed, but quickly calmed down: "It's just right, find a place to celebrate and fill your stomach by the way."

"Okay," Qin Liang looked up from Mu Song's arms.

They looked into each other's eyes for the first time that night, and at the end of the moment, Qin Liang hugged Mu Song tightly, sweat slipped from their naked bodies into the dark sheets under them.

Qin Liang gasped and said, "Musong, you have to hug me tightly, don't go looking for Qin Yu anymore, I only have you."

Mu Song reached out and brushed Qin Liang's sweat-wet hair away from his forehead. He lowered his head and kissed his forehead without saying a word.

Mu Song seldom promises to people, but the promises he said must be fulfilled.

He promised Qin Liang that he would no longer treat him as Qin Yu, and he would do what he said, but he congratulated Qin Liang, but he didn't want to disappoint this person.

In his opinion, it was just a different way of playing. He didn't take Qin Liang's words seriously. It was Qin Liang who forgot about their business relationship. It didn't matter. Qin Liang was still young, so he could take him to see adults. After all, in Mu Song's heart, Qin Liang is like a child who hasn't grown up.

Love game, long time no play.

Mu Song always felt that he could continue to be so confident.

After all, he is not a teenager, how could he be easily tempted?What's more, for so many years, all my thoughts were on Qin Yu.

Qin Liang sent Mu Song to work for the first time, he was obviously very sleepy, so he walked him to the door, tried his best to open his eyes and open his arms.

Mu Song seemed helpless and hugged him.

Qin Liang smiled contentedly.

After Mu Song left, Qin Liang took the initiative to call Xu Tingjiang for the first time.